[ I Edit this chapter to make an understanding of the word I have written. I fix Garmer as a fix I could. And as always thanks for the support ]
In the quiet solitude of his dimly lit room, Mark sat hunched over his computer, fingers dancing across the keyboard as he navigated through the labyrinthine pathways of the internet. At the age of thirty-five, he was trapped in a life that had lost its vibrancy long ago. The world outside his window seemed a distant echo of a time when he'd felt truly alive.
Mark was no stranger to adversity. A cruel twist of fate had thrust him into a battle he hadn't asked for—a relentless blood cancer that devoured his strength and vitality, gnawing away at his hopes and dreams. His body had become a battleground, and he was the weary soldier fighting valiantly against an unyielding enemy.
As the days grew shorter and his battle grew fiercer, Mark found solace in the world of his own creation. He had been an aspiring writer in his youth, crafting tales of magic, heroism, and fantastical realms. Those novels, nestled in the depths of his computer's hard drive, were his legacy, his mark on a world that was slipping through his fingers.
One fateful evening, as the clock's hands neared midnight, Mark's weakening heart drew him to his old works. With trembling hands, he opened the first novel he had ever written, He scrolled through the chapters, each word a testament to a young man's dreams.
Yet, it wasn't the prose that captured his attention—it was the comments section. An unexpected camaraderie blossomed within those lines, as readers praised his storytelling prowess, shared their thoughts, and formed a bond with an author they had never met. The screen glowed with warmth, a light that seemed to transcend the confines of his room.
As Mark read, he could feel his heart swell with emotions he had almost forgotten. He realized that his words had touched lives, ignited imaginations, and brought joy to others. Tears blurred his vision, and a bittersweet smile graced his lips.
And then, in the midst of this emotional crescendo, as the comments section seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light, his heart betrayed him. The frail organ trembled in his chest, a final whisper of defiance before surrendering to the relentless assault of his illness.
The computer screen flickered, and the room filled with an eerie glow. The borders between reality and fiction wavered, and a strange sensation enveloped Mark's fading consciousness. In the final moments of his existence, he glimpsed a world he had never known—a realm of magic, adventure, and endless possibilities.
As the light of Mark's life dimmed, a voice echoed in the darkness—a voice both ancient and wise, belonging to a being that existed beyond time and space.
"Welcome, Mark," it whispered. "Your journey has just begun."
And with that, the threads of Mark's existence were woven into the tapestry of a world that awaited his arrival with destiny's embrace.
***
In a dark, eerie world, I found myself forced to make a choice, a choice so complex that it's best explained plainly: I had entered a realm known as Hell, and I believe I died.
My blood pressure skyrocketed suddenly, triggered by a venomous comment I was reading. What a humiliating way to meet my end.
It's truly embarrassing, you know?
I couldn't help but wonder, did my blood pressure rise just because of some negative comment? Could a person die so easily from that alone? It left me with a distant look in my eyes.
Was this my last memory?
"...So, I'm dead? I mean, I saw some mean comments, and that's what led to my blood pressure going haywire, and then I just died? People can die like this?" I murmured to myself in the pitch-dark world.
The dark world began to fade, turning into a bright white room. I felt my body moving of its own accord, heading towards the room, utterly clueless about what was happening.
Upon entering the room, I was greeted by a floating system panel with names I recognized. There were three names in the panel window, along with a timer in the right corner—names of my novels.
"Please select which novel you'd like to enter."
I found myself coerced into a decision I never anticipated making.
And there, written on the panel window, were lines I knew all too well:
[The City of the Monsters]
[The Hero Became a Normal Nobody]
[End Of Demon Era]
These were the titles of the novels I authored.
The charges against me were "Being a repeat offender" and "Having no prospects at all."
And so, my sentence was to be sent into the world of one of the novels I had written.
"So, I'll be sent into one of my novels?"
"Yes, and which character or novel you'll inhabit will be left up to chance," replied the android window panel in a robotic voice.
Damn it.
I should have written more peaceful novels.
This was the explanation I received from the android, which I assumed was either a Grim Reaper or part of the System.
Every person had their sins.
Rarely did someone go straight to heaven. Most went through a process of atoning for the little sins they'd accumulated over their lifetimes. Moreover, with a multitude of sins, the method of atonement varied from person to person.
I was a novelist.
A web novel author who managed to scrape by with works that could be generously described as second or third-rate.
My biggest blunder was leaving behind numerous unfinished works throughout my career as a commercial writer.
I used to tell readers who enjoyed my stories that a writer's greatest sin was leaving a tale unfinished, then calmly moved on to other projects, digging up my sub-account to publish more works.
My sins were trivial, small mistakes that had piled up over my life.
The System told me, in short, that I had to live through my novels. The punishment I faced was to be sent into a random character from one of my works and survive until the "end."
If I succeeded, I would earn my ticket to heaven.
"As it's a novel you wrote, you should know everything about it, right? It can't be considered a punishment, can it? It might even be quite easy for you," the System declared.
"No, you see, that depends on the novel..."
"What?"
"I, well... I only wrote novels where lots of people die or the main character solo-survives and everyone else dies."
"Congratulations, it seems you don't understand the value of life," the System retorted.
Damn it, I didn't kill anyone in real life, did I?! It was all just fiction!
If I had known I'd one day have to live in one of the worlds I created, I definitely would have written about a fantastical amusement park or something. How was I to know I'd get punished for writing that way? Who would even think of writing a novel with the expectation of being thrown into it? Who would create a character described as a master gunslinger without giving him a gun?!
These were all just ideas in my head! Just because I wrote that someone could punch as fast as lightning didn't mean I could do it.
So I ended up crafting stories filled with disastrous situations where countless characters met their demise. I had a particular affinity for crafting tragic endings; it got to the point where people joked that if any of my stories had a happy ending, I must have lost my mind.
So what were these novels I had written? What awaited me within their pages?
[City of the Monsters]
A novel dominated by monsters.
I was pretty sure I'd bite the dust within a single day in that world.
[End Of Demon Era]
This novel received the lowest ratings, but I considered it my best work.
It was a slice-of-life novel.
It was a refreshing departure from my usual content. While I never finished it, the beginning was filled with a rosy, peaceful ambience.
This novel picked up after the heroes tried to eradicate all the demons and defeated the final boss in the prologue.
In the showdown between the Demon King and the empire's hero, the hero successfully slew the Demon King. But just as the hero was about to end the life of the prince of all demons, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and died.
Facing the destruction around him, the demon prince changed his appearance to avoid being recognized by humans and locked himself away in a prison.
Hence, the title "End Of Demon Era."
This story unfolded after the demise of the Demon King.
At least this one wasn't a constant struggle for survival from start to finish.
I had to make sure I got this one. No matter what.
So I made my choice. The System then presented me with a lottery to determine which character I would become.
I spun the lottery wheel.
I just had to get "End Of Demon Era"!
And the results were exactly as I had hoped.
As a result of the random lottery, I was to become the "Demon King's son" in [The Demon Prince is Weak].
"Have a safe journey," the System seemed to mock me. That damn system, it's on my hit list now (although it didn't have one). And just like that, I began to fade away from the white room.
***
After sending a soul into this new world system window suddenly glitches.
its glitches a few mortises then.
-BOOM
It Exploded there was Dust for a few seconds then a human shape figure appear where one system was.
Do you think we can trust him for this?
He spoke.
He spoke but there was no one in there.
After waiting a few seconds seeing that he didn't receive an answer he spoke again.
"I know you are so speak do you think we trust with him this task and why the hell do I have to transform myself into whatever human called this system thing?"
"Hehe sorry about that you have to transfer it into the system but people like him are more comfortable with the system. Where he comes from people make imagination of system. Like systems are gods to them that is why you have to do it."
The unknown voice spoke it didn't reveal itself. Is human or god, or it's male or female we didn't know. It capt itself from a humid figure.
"And as for the task we have to for a while until he is strong enough to start it."
"Ok, I get but why do we have to choose HIM of all people?"
"I said the ready time will tell."
'Oh yeah then fuck you.' this time human figure didn't speak he capt to himself.
"Oh one more thing that transfers into the system window and gives to him."
'What I'm a Transformation company or something '
"I already did."
"Ok, then I'm going to sleep to wake me up when the time has come."
"Yeah, yeah just go already."
With an unknown voice was gone now standing alone there he muttered something to himself.
I'll watch over you while human. The reason is whether you are a saviour Or Clamitiy
* * *
The system told me I'd be put into a random character, but what happened was beyond any character.
An unlucky person would break their nose even if they fell backwards, huh? That's what he told me.
Didn't I just die because I got too mad about some comments, which caused my blood pressure to rise?
I felt relieved that I drew the safest novel, only to find myself in a deadly position right from the start!
I wouldn't even be the Demon King, just a prince. It's not a problem to become a Demon prince, but I didn't even write about a Demon prince – it doesn't even exist in my novel.
Maybe the prince dies during the prologue.
So, I changed the plot in the beginning, but it doesn't matter anymore.
I'm just an extra, and I'm weak, but it doesn't matter; I will survive no matter what.
But.
It would have been much better if I were the Demon King. For example, if I were the Demon King, I'd be the highest-level existence in the Demon realm, so I could've just stayed put, surrendered, or run away.
Even though the Demon King dies right at the start, he's not to be trifled with.
However, I was just a prince of the Demon Realm who just turned 17.
"So, here I am, the 'Demon Prince' – not exactly the role I auditioned for in my novel. I guess I should've specified 'Demon King' with a fancy crown and a menacing laugh. I've been demoted to royal understudy, it seems!"
I should be focusing on my situation. It's not time for jokes.
Kali Jr.
Age: 17
Status: [Force: 5.0]
[Agility: 4.3]
[Dexterity: 5.0]
[Magic power: 10.5]
[Strength: 5.7]
Race: Abyss demon
Talent: Highest level.
Abilities
[Demon Domination D] (Unique to Abyss
demon)
Comprehensive Ability Assessment – Lowest Rank Demon
Combat Level Assessment – F
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"Shit. He is the prince of all demons and he had a combat level of - F. My combat level assessment? I think it's a typo – 'F' for 'Ferocious,' right? The system didn't get the memo. But hey, who needs combat skills when you can outsmart the hero's party with some witty one-liners, right?"
'Talent' and the highest quality one.
"Ever heard of a Demon Prince with talent? I thought I was entering the family business, but it seems I landed an internship in the demon realm. My resume might just say 'Junior Devil – Learning the ropes of malevolent management.'"
Despite getting deceived by this novel, fortunately, I was still able to find out who I was. A game-like screen appeared before me.
I never put this setting into my novel, so was this something that the System gave me as another copy of itself, or did the one who sent me here give it out of pity?
So, in terms of tropes, I was in a fairly common situation, in which an author somehow ended up in his novel with a game system.
However, no matter how common the trope was, it would never feel familiar if it suddenly happened to oneself in reality.
I didn't appreciate this convenient ability in the slightest.
Shouldn't the kin of the Demon King be of a different calibre?
Demons are a rather simple species, but isn't my current condition the worst of the worst?
This guy has no fighting capabilities.
I saw something that seemed like an ability to rule over all demons, but all around me, there were just dead demons.
What a hellish situation.
It was the start of the prologue.
[Event Quest: Downfall]
[Description: The defeat of the Demon King's army is imminent, but you're powerless to do anything. Do your best to survive.]
[Goal: Get out of here]
[Reward: 100 Merit points]
All I could do was run.
I didn't even pay attention to that mysterious system window that appeared in front of me.
-Kabaang! Bababaaang!
"Crazy!"
There's nothing I could do to stop the war.
It seemed like the Demon King and the hero's party were already fiercely fighting inside the Demon King's Castle.
The explosions and thunderous roars made me realize that this bloody war was happening.
Outside, there were shouts, screams, and cries of monsters as a siege was taking place. They seemed to have already broken through.
The hallways were already lined with dead or fallen demons.
I couldn't even imagine a person dying in front of me, but it was even worse seeing monsters that had only existed in my head previously dying right there.
Still, maybe because I felt like death was imminent, I kept running.
I thought I'd die if I stopped to vomit.
Aren't I such a good prince of the Demon Realm?
"Damn it!"
However, having this title while the Demon Realm was falling apart was much more dangerous!
I'd rather replace it with Human Soldier 1!
I'm confident that I can switch sides and bow down to whoever!
While I was running out of there, a thought crossed my mind:
[I became a demon prince]
Dammit."
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I know you have all complained but please bear with me for a while.