"Ahahaha crazy, really cool story, I thought it was just an ordinary pulp story, ahh the author is also crazy, how could he make a novel as exciting as this with only hundreds of chapters ahh it's a shame there is no follow-up story, the ending is good but it's hanging yaa that's how good it is no one knows what the fate of the mc is, eh it turns out there are three more slides ... What is this? Just a message... Ohh is this the language spoken by that ugly creature? The author is so crazy that the language is even made up too, how do i read this... Ahh It's easy... Thros tharrum zhan irkareth, Rimhel nakhrov desh thamur, Vhethr ul'zeth lumahr dinrath, Drhas'harn sulukh shvahr thoriv, Tshenreith vholak Shura'kal Rithan..., the author's imagination is really cool, huft... I wish this story will have a sequel"
Demian silently stared at the pale white dusty sky of his apartment room deck as he lay on the floor without doing anything, his eyes rolled around to every corner that had spider webs there, while contemplating the condition of his current environment, his cellphone lay miserably as he relaxed his fingers, thinking when his friend Eric would come home after he saw the wall clock ticking in the silence of his gloomy room, this gloomy room barely had any items to fill every corner.
The fridge was deliberately turned off to save money and the door was open revealing a view of its empty and foul smelling contents, Demian scratched his head because he felt very itchy all of a sudden, but suddenly he heard very slow footsteps, this had become his honed skill after a long time he observed and studied the footsteps of people passing in front of his apartment room.
"There's no mistaking it, it's Eric" he said, then tried to think quickly but remained calm.
What should he do, should he try to borrow more money from this snake who pretends to be good, or should he just stay in his room and wait for the time that is getting harder and harder on him, namely the bill collector Mrs. Fiona.
The faster he thought the more painful and cruel the reality of life seemed to him.
His mind was chaotic and messy, what he could do now was just stare at the letters and sentences of the black and white digital canvas of his novel that he had just read, "if only you came into existence, huftt... arghhh at least if this is really real I will be able to avenge my hatred for all of them, but.... .... Well, if only that were possible."
Demian suddenly determined that he would only take the option that was certain and practical for him, none other than borrowing money back, "at least if I get into the snake's mouth I will still be able to breathe, rather than the other way around hem...", without further ado Demian rose to his feet while using both hands as a fulcrum and turned to open his door.
But strangely there was no one there, "Ahh has Eric become a diligent person now?", Eric in his perspective Demian is a hard worker as well as lazy from his personal side, every time Eric came home at least he would leave one shoe outside the door and every day Demian would help him to return one shoe that was left behind into Eric's apartment room and at that time it was an opportunity for Demian to borrow money from Eric.
Did Demian hear it wrong? Or was it just an illusion?
"Is it because I have too many thoughts? If so, there should be a job that pays people with a lot of thoughts, ahh how can I hallucinate about Eric, can I now be considered a stalker? But I've been like this for almost a month, I should officially be called a stalker, whatever it is, the important thing is that I can eat and relax," he said then turned around.
Demian tried to convince himself once again as he stood up and pulled the doorknob, confidently stepping out of his room and walking like a knight of destruction.
Knock knock knock
Waiting for Eric to open his door Demian peeked through the round hole of Eric's bedroom door, but obviously there was no one inside, not even a trace of life was detected, this time his mind was completely firm in believing that he had just hallucinated, facing that reality Demian became reluctant to return to his room, rather than returning to his room which was lonely for him it was better to go out of the apartment and walk outside while carrying his cellphone and breathe the murky air in a backward corner of the city.
In the poorly lit hallway, Demian's footsteps continued to advance across the path of floors covered with long pale dark green rugs that the landlady rarely cleaned, the sound of Demian's absorbed footsteps could be heard almost all the way down the gloomy hallway, down the stairs where the light blue sky paint of the walls was even peeling off and revealing cement walls that were also slightly cracked, giving the impression that this apartment building had been a standing building for more than many years.
"Where are you going you mole?", an old man lounging in the waiting room in front of the apartment administration counter, he was Grandpa George, the most respected and most hated old man by Demian.
"Morning sir, how are you" Demian tried to keep his expression in line with the expectations of old man George in front of him, his thin and gaunt face as well as the sideburns, mustache and beard of Mr. George disgusted Demian, he thought that Mr. George was the manifestation of another very cunning demon, a demon who had a holy face but his behavior and manner of speaking were very hurtful.
"Can you just say that every day, huh? just so you know if only you pay properly then I can buy a lot of cheap wine for me, even though it's cheap but it's valuable compared to you wine is more valuable, I'm not crazy but that's the reality, hurry up and pay your bill damn it, don't let you run away from here, I will kill you cruelly if you run away, hurry up and get some money for my wine, I'm sick of hoping for you damn it, you better be able to satisfy this old man by the end of this month, otherwise you will be completely kicked out of my apartment without a single item and a few fingers, oh.... I forgot that you don't even have a single item left hahaha, you bastard..."
Without being able to reply much Demian just laughed bitterly at this.