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I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.
alvahraaaa · 102.9k Views

The Author’s Doll

Thousands of worlds are born from a single dream. Heroes rise. Villains fall. Wars begin, empires collapse, and countless lives fade into silence. But above every story… there exists something that does not fight, does not rule— it only watches. The Author. And beside the Author stands a silent observer. A Doll. A creation built to record stories, measure choices, and decide which worlds deserve heroes… and which worlds should be erased. In the forgotten industrial city of Dock, one broken existence walks among ruins. His name is Iren. A weapon shaped by violence. A survivor who never learned how to live. For him, the world has always been simple: Kill. Survive. Move forward. Nothing more. Until the day he meets Asha. A small girl with a stubborn smile and a heart too gentle for a dying city. Where others see a monster, Asha sees someone worth trusting. Where the world sees a weapon, she sees a person. And slowly… something impossible begins to happen. The machine starts to feel. But Dock is a city where hope does not live long. From the shadows, something ancient begins to watch. A silent predator. A presence that understands one truth better than anyone else: Asha is Iren’s only weakness. And somewhere beyond their world… The Author continues to watch. Because sometimes the most important stories are not about heroes or villains— but about the moment a heart learns what it means to break. This is the story of The Author, the Doll that observes every world… …and the tragedy of a boy who learned how to feel far too late.
Theauthor99 · 18.6k Views