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A man in his late twenties sat on a sofa, lost deep in thought. His mind swirled with the fantasies he had devoured from countless novels. Around him stretched a luxurious room filled with expensive furniture and rare collectibles. Yet it was obvious he wasn't taking proper care of himself—empty bottles, food wrappers, and all kinds of trash lay scattered across the floor.
This was Raine.
He was a rather wealthy young man who had inherited and continued his family's lucrative alcohol business. Money flowed in so abundantly that he no longer knew what to do with it.
It wasn't that he had bought everything there was to buy. Rather, Raine simply had a different personality from most people in his line of work. He had no interest in surrounding himself with shiny luxuries, nor did he care about maintaining the status and image expected of the young master of his powerful household.
When life gives you everything, it also means there is nothing left for it to give. Nothing except emptiness.
Life is a struggle—a constant fight to improve your condition. But once that struggle disappears, only hollow emptiness remains. Things hold value only when you don't have them. Once you possess them, even a million-dollar car feels no different from an ordinary plastic water bottle.
That was why Raine, constantly searching for something worthwhile to chase, found himself drowning in the fantasy stories he read during his endless boredom.
"Man… these fantasy books make it look so easy," he muttered to himself. "Everyone gets hit by a truck and—boom!—you're suddenly in your favorite novel world. They make it seem so common that even I want to get hit by a truck."
But Raine wasn't naive enough to actually throw himself in front of a truck for some entertainment story. Still, he refused to give up on the idea of being transported to another world. It was the only thing keeping him motivated to keep living.
If he could get isekai'd, he would finally have something to strive for again. He could struggle like a true protagonist, growing stronger while facing constant danger and the real risk of death.
That was exactly the kind of life Raine craved.
He ran his mind wildly, searching desperately for a way.
"I get it!"
He suddenly shot up from the sofa, eyes unfocused as if staring at something only he could see. He began muttering rapidly to himself.
"If some characters can break the fourth wall and talk directly to the audience… then why can't the author take it one step further and let them influence the author himself?"
'Like… if I were to write a story where my character pulls the author who created him into that world… wouldn't that bring me there too?'
"Nah, it shouldn't be that simple," he continued, pacing. "The story has to follow its own world rules. Pulling an author from a completely different reality with no reason wouldn't fit most settings."
'And who's going to write what happens next if the author himself gets dragged into the story? Wouldn't the whole world just fall apart?'
"Ahh… this is confusing, but it's a good idea," Raine said, a wild grin spreading across his face. "I just need to work on it and find the right loophole to make this trick actually transfer me to a fantasy world."
And so, Raine began his strange experiments.
Sometimes he wrote the stories himself. Sometimes he hired professional authors to write them. Sometimes he bought popular ongoing web novels and paid the writers to edit the plot exactly to his desires.
As it turned out, one of his experiments actually worked.
It was an already existing story with an excellent power scale—different realities, gods, and immense forces were all part of its world. He had the author first break the fourth wall… and then suddenly, the writer was sucked into a random black hole that appeared out of thin air.
Raine froze for a second in fear, but the feeling quickly turned into pure excitement.
"This is it… I finally found it. I found a way!"
He leaned closer and read the line the author had written just before being pulled in. It described some kind of ritual his characters were performing.
"So that's how you do it!" Raine laughed. "I hope you survive in your own story, Mr. Writer. Now it's my turn to choose a world and go rock it! Hahahahaha!"
He picked up his phone and opened the web novel app, eagerly searching for the perfect world. Soon, he was greeted by the portrait of a man wearing a black demonic-looking mask adorned with three horns.
"Oh! How could I forget—Guiltythree!"
A manic grin spread across his face.
"I'm gonna invite myself to your world. Hope you don't mind… hahahahahaha!"
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