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God Of Writing

🇳🇬grimreaper906
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He wrote let there be humans and elves, the humans and elves appeared. Until one day the Creator disappeared. Our MC is a destitute writer from Earth that was struck by lightning sent from the heavens. Our MC is thrusted into this world of peril, he makes friends and enemies and maybe even (a) lover or lovers. In this world full of strong beings where a single arrow can destroy a planet, a swing divides the earth straight in half and a spear breaks the heavens, our MC is a mere speck of dust with the hope of rising into the heavens and onto the throne of the Creator. ********************* "John, we'll forever be enemies, after all my years of fu****g around you go ahead and kill the son I worked hard for", said the God of Infertility. "Old man, don't tell me you don't suspect the boy's mother, you're the God of Infertility for Creator's sake, you've been cuckolded bro... you're even meant to be thanking me", said John. ******************** "Oh, John did you see my Stick of Fire", asked the Fire God. "Oh is it a black stick that emits heat?", asked John. The Fire God nodded. John scratched his head. "I think I used something like that in removing the strands of dragon meat stuck in between my teeth". "What?". The cover art is not mine I got it from Pinterest. If you are the owner and you want me to take it down inform me. I'm being hesitant on adding the comedy tag on this book. My sense of humor might be different from the readers I'm posting this novel on royalroad.com also
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1- Death of John Stone

"Damn it", accompanied by the sounds of electronics falling on the floor sounded in a room apartment.

A young man slumped on the wall with tears in his eyes and his hands on his head.

"Damn it, being a writer isn't paying me at all, was it that the path I chose was wrong?", cried John.

As a student who graduated from the prestigious Oxford University with a Degree in Computer Engineering, John naturally was a smart person but his dream had always been to be a writer, he went to various publishing houses for them to publish his books but none of them tried to even read his books not to talk of publishing it.

He was living on the little inheritance his parents left for him, but now it's almost finished. Until he heard of a website called Novel's Online where authors could write long novels on the internet for money, he was excited thinking he would be like Clive Cussler, Stephanie Meyer, and co. In his excitement, he went to loan sharks to lend 20,000 pounds as he thought he would soon strike it rich.

"John, what do you need this large amount of money for?", his best friend, Peter asked him.

"Don't worry Peter, I'll even pay it back in interest, I think I'll soon get my big break", he replied, smiling.

Peter kept on asking him that was he sure he would be able to pay back the money, but John kept on assuring him until finally, Peter left him to his devices.

...

Then when the day of payment came he found out that the pay was only 400 pounds, he was distraught because just the day before the people who loaned him the money came with guns reminding him of the debt he owes.

"Ding"

John was shocked, "Who is there?". He got no answer, then suddenly a notepad and a pen appeared in front of him.

"Ding, God of Writers System successfully bound to the Host, John Stone".

Finally, John looked up tears in his eyes, John was a very handsome dude, it made even I the author wonder why he was living a destitute life and why he wasn't a sugar baby or a gigolo. John was 24, he had light blonde hair, eyes that shone like stars in the sky, a heart-shaped face, and a pretty nose, and a pretty good body.

John was excited, he was finally sure he was a protagonist-type character, he finally had his own system, but it seemed that this system really was useless, it wasn't like harem, cultivation, gaming, and other types of systems you see in novels, compared to those his system seemed like a kid.

"Writing System what can you do?"

"Ding, it seems the Author of The Universe has finally fucked up, what a stupid host this is, can't you read, my job is to make you the God of Writers, as my host anything you write will come to life Ir appear in real life".

"Oh"

"Seems likes the Host has a very strong mind, that's good", deliberated the system.

"What?!!!!, so I can finally leave poverty behind!!", John shouted to the extent that his neighbors were wondering what was going on.

"I was wrong, he just has a slow reaction", muttered the system.

"So how do I go about this", asked John.

"See that pen and notepad in front of you?", The System replied and when John nodded it said, "write what you want on it".

"OK".

Excited, John grabbed the pen and notepad and wrote

"On Earth, there was a multinational company called Stone Company, that produces practically everything and stands above the many nations of the world and the owner is John Stone. His books were all classics with the future practically still reading his books". As he wrote, he felt something was leaving his body, then the world went dark before his eyes.

"Oh, it seems that he has magical energy in him after all", said the System.

...

The next day, when he woke up, he found out that he was on the floor, he scratched his head and he found out his body was somehow weak, "What happened to me, Oh, I seemed to have gotten a system yesterday, God of Writers System??", he got no reply

"God of Writers System", still no reply.

"It seemed it was a dream", he said sadly.

"Ding, I am here, since you can rest why can't I do so too", said the System.

"Do robots or computers rest in that kind of way?", he said.

"Don't compare me to those lower lifeforms, I am a specially created higher lifeform created by the Author of the Universe to aid you on your journey".

"OK, OK, don't sweat it, it seems you are a scam, I don't feel any different other than I feel very weak as if something was drained out of me", John said.

"Yes, something truly left you that was the magical energy everyone is born with, so you should know now that if you want to keep doing this you need magical energy to make your writing appear in real life", replied the system.

Ring!!!

Ring!!!

John looked around and found out that it was his Itel A33 phone that was ringing, he checked the call and saw an unknown number on the screen, he accepted the call

"Hello, who is this "

"Good day President, it's me, Stephanie, I just wanted to ask if you were coming to the company today, CEO Peter has been calling your phone you weren't picking so he said I should keep on trying".

Then suddenly he remembered that he was meant to have a company today, then he had a sudden inflow of memories, he was meant to have a global conference today with global leaders and important personnel in various fields at the McCormick Place.

"Send my driver over to pick me up", he replied in an imposing voice.

"Yes Sir", then she hung up.

"It seems that you are the real deal system", John said excitedly.

"Everything is to be expected", the system replied in a matter of fact way.

...

That was when John found out that his room had turned into a huge luxurious room, then he heard the horn of a car downstairs, he already knew it was his driver, so he went to take a bath and came downstairs dressed in a suit and came to a Rolls Royce Phantom VIII.

A smartly dressed middle-aged man came down and helped him open the car and bowed

" Good morning, Sir"

"Morning, David", he replied then he entered the car.

Suddenly, he had an ominous feeling as if death was near and he found that the system was silent as if he was waiting for something.

John had a sudden foreboding feeling, he looked out the car window directly at the sky, he saw that the sky was being torn apart like something was holding onto two edges of the sky and violently pulling them apart, then a giant hand formed from lightning showed directly from the sky, it five fingers formed directly from lightning holding onto a gigantic lightning bolt, then suddenly the hand threw the lightning bolt gently down as if it wanted John to slowly watch as his life came to an end, If I die, I want to die while I'm asleep at least I know I couldn't do anything to stop it, but dying while I'm wide awake is a no no, thought John to himself.

"David! drive faster", ordered John.

"Yes Boss", said David, as he thought his boss didn't want to be late for the conference. Imagine David's shock when his boss told him to swerve, David was confused but he obeyed nonetheless when he looked at the back seat through the mirror at the front, he found out John was looking out the window with a look of abject terror on his face, David looked outside but saw nothing but the blue sky, cars and the road and he was confused, all of a sudden he heard a laugh and then nothing.

...

John felt like the lightning bolt was following him every time the car swerved like someone was holding a Bluetooth remote controller with the play on slow motion, "Damn what a sadistic bastard, couldn't he just throw it with full force, then bam I die and that's all?", John thought. Then finally the snail-like lightning finally caught up, then it phased through the roof of the car and struck directly at his head.

The last thing that went through John's head was the scene of a gigantic being made purely of lightning holding a gigantic PS5 controller, does Sony do that for gigantic beings and forces of nature or he plagiarized it?, jumping into the air screaming "I got him", in joy, with this funny thought in his head, John laughed and passed away.

...

David, the driver looked back and saw that his boss was unconscious with his head slumped on the backrest, he stopped the car and went to open the back door, somehow he smelled a burnt smell, but his boss wasn't burnt black and neither was his clothes burnt so he drove him to the hospital straight away after he found out his boss wasn't responding.

Worldwide, the breaking news was about the death of the world's most powerful man and the greatest author alive.