The dimly lit screen of my computer filled the room as I blankly stared at the viewer count of my WebNovel go up slightly after I published the final chapter hours ago.
"No way this is it…after all this…"
1254 chapters. 2000 views.
"They told me I could make money off of this, but not with this viewer count!"
My WebNovel, "Hell in a heavens world" was pretty much dead, but it started off strong with like 700 viewers. But then 46, then 1. There was always one viewer one each and every single episode of my WebNovel. All I knew was the guys username, "Icarus". He often left comments, feedback, if it wasn't for him, my characters would be bland, empty. But it's almost like he knew the way this story was supposed to go, sadly most people dropped it after episode 1, so.
My novel started off pretty simple, this guy, an orphan, works a normal 9-5 job, when on his car ride back from work he gets pulled over for speeding, he was only a few miles per hour over the limit. Before the officer could give him a ticket though, something jumped on his back and ripped him into shreds. The man I named Nolan Break wasn't scared but more confused, before a light blue screen appeared in front of him telling him he was 'chosen'. And then he died. Again, and again, and again, and again. By the end of the story I think he regressed about 300 times, maybe more.
I finished this story, but for some reason, everything about it felt empty, like it was missing something. Oh well, it's probably not important, I have to do a lecture at a college tomorrow, hopefully it'll get me some good money. I heard my phone vibrate, and looked at my phone, the phone screen read the name "Mom" right, my mom. I sighed and picked up the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Parker. Do you mind running some errands for me today? I'm working overtime at the hospital, and your brother is at school."
"Mom, I live an hour away from you. And I have to lecture some college students in like half an hour, can't you just order them online?"
I heard my mom sigh over the phone before she went silent for a moment.
"Fine. I just wish you could visit more often."
The phone hung up and I put down the phone. I put the blinds up and felt the light slowly creeping into the room. I changed into a suit and tie and put on some black pants before putting on my shoes and grabbing my belongings, I hurried out of the apartment building and into my car. I drove my car to the local college and went inside. Once I made it to the lecture hall I found myself, being stared at, I was late, quite late actually. I made my way to the center and spoke.
"So uh…who here is trying to make or publish a book?"
About a 10th of the class raised their hand.
"Alright uh cool…how many of you are planning to make or publish a book?"
The other 9/10ths of the class raised their hand.
"Checks out."
"Now, in a book what is the most important aspect to storytelling?"
One raised their hand and I looked at them.
"Go ahead."
"Erm…personality?"
"Nope."
Another raised their hand.
"You."
"Action?"
"No, should I just tell you."
The guy nodded and I wrote on the whiteboard with a marker, the word "Omnipresence".
Someone spoke up immediately.
"Omnipresence?"
I cut them off before they could say anything else and started to speak.
"Omnipresence. As the author you know everything."
I wrote three more words. "Past. Present. Future."
"These are key components of an authors omnipresence. You need to be everywhere, and know everything. Be in the past, the present, and the future. Why does a character act this way? How does it affect them? And how does it lead into future events? Ask yourself these questions when you create a character."
I continued the lecture for about another hour before my time was up, I felt satisfaction as the students filed out of the room. And then I left as well. As I drove away and back into the city I heard a loud blaring noise before my car crashed into something, and I blacked out.
I woke up in my car on the side of the road, it was pretty much tore into pieces and small shards of glass were plunged into almost every part of my body, thankfully the shards were small and it was nowhere lethal. It wasn't dark, it seemed like the afternoon, but…it was so quiet.
"…hello? Anybody here?"
I hopped down onto the road and my leg hit the ground in agony.
"Shit, it's broken."
I hobbled on one leg, using the glass shards as a splint so my left leg wouldn't collapse as soon as I took a step. I walked down the street until eventually my leg gave out, before I heard a rough growl. A large black wolf crossed my path and growled loudly. Right in my face. Lots of spit.
"Uh, want a treat doggy?"
It did not enjoy that.
Before it bit my face off its body was sliced in half by a large sword. Blood flew through the air thankfully avoiding most of my face. A man stood behind the corpse, several swords strapped to his back, everything about the guy seemed perfect, for some reason. A perfect jawline, messy black hair that slightly fell over his face, blue eyes that gave off light in the gloomy sky.
Why does this guy seem so familiar…?