Somehow, I had fallen asleep after thinking about the sexy food for such a long time. Don't ask me how; I had no idea either why I suddenly went on to take a surprise nap.
Either way, time to have some sweet dreams full of riches and bitches. That's where you were wrong, kiddo. Instead of all the good stuff; I was about to see the cruelty of this abomination called reality.
At the beginning, the nightmare appeared like a dream come true. This author here was not trapped in these weird stories any longer... the real world was right before my eyes.
I could not believe my own eyes. Had the entire story so far been nothing more than a vivid illusion my mind had come up with? Was I a prisoner of a wicked imagination?
But this thought was quickly dismissed, my mind would have created way more pleasant fanservice.
Way too many floppy winners were found in my story for it to be called something my perverted brain would have come up with. No, all of this clearly must have been divine punishment for abandoning so many good stories.
Having learned my lesson, I made sure to delete every dropped novel to ensure they would never rise up again. The risk of such a thing repeating was far too great to let anyone live...
Just as I was about to send the last story of mine into its digital grave, two unknown notifications popped up.
[Congrats! Novel Recommended on
Your hard work has paid off! Your book
Please keep writing, your book has the opportunity to get contracted!]
[Congrats! Novel Recommended on
Your hard work has paid off! Your book
Please keep writing, your book has the opportunity to get contracted!]
A very strange development, since I had never written such a story. Even more mysterious was the fact that a story of mine was considered an "encouraging novel". Knowing my statistics the only thing it was encouraging was people to not click on it.
The last time I checked the reader statistics I had a total of 32 valid reads and none of them read the following day. Of 15k views, only 52 peeps were actually willing to be notified about a new chapter. Those were not exactly good numbers.
Worst of all, most of these 52 "readers" were without a doubt simply bots. They were waiting for this story to blow up and then copy it.
But even those bots did not put any of my stories on another website...
Once, I had searched for hours and did not find any of them. Do you guys understand how much it hurts, to realize that even the bots did not care about my novels?
And now, all of a sudden, there was my story being listed on the frontpage. I myself would not recommend anyone to read my story, so why would WN do that to others?
No matter how hard I pinched myself, the reality in front of me did not disappear. No, this could not be real, someone must be playing a trick on me. In just a few seconds someone would appear from behind the next corner screaming "It's just a prank, bro."
Then we all would love about how foolish I was for believing that anyone would read my story.
Afterwards, as per usual I would go and cry in the corner because my life sucked. Basically the life of your average WN author, minus the fact that I could actually write well.
But no prank came. The screen in front of me did not lie...my story had been put on the front page.
One had to scroll for what felt like an eternity and clearly, no sane person would ever get to this point─but it was here in all of its glory.
Okay, the cover might look as generic as humanly possible with nothing special about it. The font resembled the writing of a toddler and the picture was a table surrounded by chairs for some reason no one knew.
Still, I was happy that my story had done the impossible. It had neither readers nor was it successful by any means, there was also nothing special about it. In the end, it was nothing more than story with "System" in its title...
...but ya know, the algorithm liked my story and that was enough.
Nobody could take that away from me. Regardless of what would happen in the future, for this one instance in time, there was something which loved my story.
I did not care about the fact that even after waiting 16 hours, staring blankly at the screen and constantly refreshing the site, I solely got one more collection. This detail could not disturb the bliss I felt.
That much was a lie─of course I could not stop crying upon seeing the numbers not rise at all. This once-in-a-lifetime chance did not yield anything more than despair.
Tears did not stop forming in my tear ducts, because my story did not deserve that kind of treatment. On second thought, maybe it did. Who actually knew what the novel was about? Knowing my other stories prolly something weird and stupid.
In fact, I was just crying for the dramatic reveal. What dramatic reveal you ask?
The revelation that all of this was real and only one person had added my System for Dummies to their library. Every other author I know and asked about these features said it was a constant stream of new readers for their stories.
All my story got was one measly collection. Nothing more than 1 random dude. Lemme guess they only clicked on this story because they fat-fingered it. There could not be any other logical explanation.
Seriously, what more would it take for people to click on this story and actually stay? Should I slap some bikini elf girl on the cover? That way at least 2 people would have added the story...
To keep these people more fanservice was needed.
Boobies bouncing beautifully, bewbs bending boners.
Were you not entertained? I have given you guys only the best kind of fanservice. What more could people want than fancy descriptions about badahonkers blessing this book?
You may not like it, but this was what peak smut looked like.
These bountiful breasticles brought world peace to the horny teenagers. Without them, there would be no hope for the future of mankind.
....
Hmm, yeah the side-story was kinda over. Suddenly, I woke up from this nightmare and for a moment felt elated. Then the flood of spam assaulted my eyes again. I should have kept on dreaming about the smut; that way more people would have clicked on this story.
Alas, the dream was dead and I was caught in this strange setting. Nothing had really changed. Nothing would ever change should the Beeg Psycho not start its grinding session soon.
Not long until enough sacrifices had been gathered to turn my monster into the ultimate lifeform. Then, the time had come to clean Wishmoppu from the surface of the Endless Grassland.
Soon, soon my time would come... Very soon, I would show the world the strength of my Beeg Psycho....
Just you wait.