Jim's ugly soul was hurtling through the void at the speed of light. He had no idea where he was going or what was happening. He had given up completely. All he wanted was to read some webnovels in peace.
"You bastard author! This is all your fault! And STOP calling me ugly!!" Jim's soul screamed into the void, but the void remained unimpressed.
Somewhere in Another Dimension
"Princess! Princess! I messed up the soul transmission!" Seraphim wailed, her face pale. "I don't know what went wrong, but his soul is being transmitted to 'I Cultivated for 666 Years to Become Overpowered and Cure the Demon Princess Who Killed Me in My Previous Regression on the Tower of Trials'!"
ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!
EXTERNAL INTERFERENCE DETECTED!!
The world I Cultivated for 666 Years to Become Overpowered and Cure the Demon Princess Who Killed Me in My Previous Regression on the Tower of Trials is getting merged with The Villaness who killed the duke, The Rebirth of the Infamous duke Heiress, The Reverse Harem of The Baroness got Too Big.........................
Seraphim clutched her head in panic. "Princess! Master must be behind this! I just know it!"
The princess remained calm, a slight smile on her face. "Then don't worry, Sera. If Father is involved, there must be a reason. This could be about the Prophecy of Existence. Father wouldn't punish a mortal just for giving a bad review."
Seraphim blinked in realization. "The Prophecy... Of course! That must be why!"
Somewhere Beyond the Dimension, in a Divine Conference Room
A grand round table sat in a hall brimming with celestial energy. Seated around it were the authors of various rebirth, revenge, and regression novels. On the wall hung a plaque reading:
"VILLAINESS REBIRTH REVENGE REGRESSION NOVEL COMMITTEE"
"DIE, YOU BASTARD!" screamed Rimumu Temper, author of The Villainess Who Killed the Duke. "How dare he give my webnovel one star without reading even a single chapter!"
"He deserves worse! That ugly mortal cost us the 'Best Narrative' award to those damn Monster Gates OP MC with a System writers," growled the author of The Rebirth of the Infamous Duke Heiress.
"But, Leader, what will you tell the Allfather? We used the Power of Causality to mess with his soul!" said another author, nervously glancing around.
"Yeah, won't he be mad?" chimed in the author of The Harem of the Duchess is Mine.
Their leader, the writer of I Cultivated for 666 Years to Become Overpowered and Cure the Demon Princess Who Killed Me in My Previous Regression on the Tower of Trials, leaned back with a smirk. "You don't need to worry. This punishment was his idea."
"What?!" The room erupted into shocked whispers.
"Yes," the leader confirmed. "The Allfather is the author of The Reverse Harem of the Baroness Got Too Big. That ugly mortal gave his book one star too, with a review so scathing it made even him lose his cool."
"No way... The Allfather wrote that novel?!"
"Yes, and you will keep this between us," the leader said, their tone icy. "Now, as for the side effect of using the Power of Causality... How do we handle it?"
Power of Causality
For those curious about the Power of Causality, here's a brief explanation:
What It Does: Allows celestial beings to alter the fate of mortals or realms.
The Catch: The greater the change, the greater the side effects.
The Side Effect: The altered party must be given a chance to counterbalance their fate—through an opportunity, weapon, or power.
For those who scrolled past the explanation: The Power of Causality has rules. Go back and read them if you skipped!
"How about we give him a chance to spin the Roulette of Destiny?" suggested the author of Random Villainess Romance Harem.
"No no! How about we let him spin the roulette of destiny?! The chance of gaining a good opportunity is very minimal! That bastard will suffer even more. What do you guys say?" Asked the Leader.
"Ye-yes leader! Let's force him to spin it. The odds of getting something good are microscopic!" another author chimed in with a sadistic grin.
"But what if he does get something good?" someone else asked.
"Even if he succeeds, we will make sure he will have to climb the tower of trials. Mwahaha."
"No" The leader smirked. "Even if he does, we'll make sure he has to climb the Tower of Trials. And not just that—we'll make him the Chosen One. That way, he'll have no choice but to suffer."
"Leader, you're brilliant! You are so smart!" The room buzzed with unanimous approval.
The decision was made, and somewhere, an ugly soul shivered. Jim Woo's fate had been sealed.