Oh, this motherf...
First, he said he needed a synopsis, and now a prologue? Does he think I'm some slave his father bought for him?
If I'm the one doing everything, then what's the point of him?
Damn it! I should have asked for his résumé before signing the contract. No one learns for free, right?
That scoundrel had been hiding like a stalker until the day came for me to catch him.
I had my doubts from the beginning. I was about to hold him accountable, but he kept insisting he could make my story known to everyone, so I let it go. Damn it, I feel like I've been swindled.
In any case, sooner or later, I'll gain the ability to move between dimensions. Then, I'll follow him like a ghost, and the moment I grab his neck, I'll...
Anyway, that's something between me and him. And what lies between the two of us is known to no third party
Anyway, what's taking him so long?
Wait, could there be a problem with the synopsis? …Ah, it seems I need to break my habit of jumping to conclusions.
Finally, he brings his ass over here. What took YOU so long?
I sensed his jelly-like presence standing there. He didn't seem to grasp what was going on, his body frozen for a moment as his eyes darted in all directions. No matter how much he moved, confusion remained plastered across his face.
Before him was a giant door, firmly shut, which, with just a thought from me, began creaking open on its own.
He was astonished by this simple gesture. I can understand his feelings after all, the door opened by itself. If I were in his place, I'd think this place was haunted.
But wait… didn't he read the Tags section? Don't tell me was there some dumb update?
Anyway, he finally started mustering some courage and took a few hesitant steps forward.
From time to time, he'd encounter a closed door, only for me to reopen it. Seems like he's starting to get used to it a little.
At last, he reached the intended destination.
His body trembled slightly. Ignoring it, I commanded the door to open for him. If you're shaking already, what's going to happen when you see me?
As soon as the door swung open, a dark aura slammed into his pitiful body, making his trembling even worse.
Damn it! I've been careless. My bad, my bad.
I retracted the aura, letting him regain some composure. Slowly, he opened his eyes and began to witness greatness itself manifest before him.
One leg crossed over the other, my head tilted back as smoke rose from the cigarette in my mouth, pouring thick clouds like a chimney. Even the finest fireplace would feel envious.
His confusion only deepened at the sight before him.
And who could blame him? After all, I'm stunningly handsome.
I lifted my head slightly to cast a glance at YOU.
Hmm, interesting. I can't make out your face or even your figure.
Good. Who knows? You might be ugly. I wouldn't want to hurt my eyes.
You'll say, I'm handsome.
No way you're better looking than me get those ridiculous thoughts out of your head.
(Author: Dude, you're ruining my business here.)
Shut up, you bastard! No one asked you to make me meet this guy in the first place.
Back to the point, without moving my eyes away from you, I opened my mouth.
"Why were you late…"
I quickly stopped my words upon noticing his body trembling again.
Damn it! I've suppressed my aura, and he still can't handle it.
Will my powers even work on him in this state? Let's see.
Relax.
I focused my energy on him. Good, he's calm now. What was I saying? Oh, right.
"Why were you late? That bastard said you'd be here any moment. Do you know how long I've waited? Almost an hour!"
Okay, fine, I lied about the hour, but not about the waiting part.
How long did I wait? That's a complicated matter. You see, the interdimensional overlap with spacetime creates a split in existence, wherein I am and am not simultaneously. That's the real question.
Don't ask me what I'm talking about—it's too complex for your brain. Even the author can't comprehend it. Hell, I don't even get it. Nobody does.
I mean, how do you explain illogicality with logic? Am I insane, or what?
What am I saying? Never mind.
I noticed your attention drifting toward the ground you were standing on. It was soaked with blood.
Yeah, you could call it a pool of blood.
"Don't overthink it. It's not about you, but I need to cover my bases. Who knows? You might be an enemy in disguise."
You raised your head, and I could tell you frowned.
Okay, fine, I can't see your face, but I know you frowned.
I know, I know—you'll say, "I didn't frown." I'll say you did, but you just don't know it. Let's leave it at that.
Anyway, your gaze fell on the thing perched on my shoulders.
Remember when I said you frowned? Well, that frown deepened because you couldn't make out what it was—or even its color.
"Didn't I tell you not to focus too much? You won't see or understand anything unless I allow it. I wanted to tell you this earlier, but that bastard kept nagging me not to 'spoil' anything, as if I'm tarnishing his honor or something."
So, how do I look? Majestic, right?
I mean, just look at my long black hair, darker than the night itself.
And my muscles—they're practically screaming to rip through this exquisitely tailored suit.
Look at my eyes—black as the void. I can even make them glow yellow.
Your body trembled again, filling me with utter disappointment as I reverted my eyes to their natural state.
Man, your level is so low. If I let you see anything else,I'd worry you'd lose your life.
Alright, you're a beginner, still stuck in the prologue. You've got a long journey ahead, my friend.
Think of yourself as a seed, growing as you progress through the chapters. With each chapter, you'll grow stronger, allowing me to reveal more and, of course, fattening that scoundrel's pockets.
By the way, don't you think authors are just like parasites? Think about it. Don't they literally feed off our lives?
Creating all sorts of problems and challenges just so they can eat. Disgusting. And you people support them. I'm disappointed ,I thought you were family, man.
What now? That bastard said I don't know what happens in the prologue.
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
*BOOM!*
Your focus shifted to the noise outside, but I snapped you back with a finger click.
"Didn't I tell you not to focus too much? They're just pests trying to sneak in."
"Darling!"
Oh, crap! Looks like I really am late.
Let's wrap this up.
"I'm coming!"
I turned my attention back to you.
"Look, let me warn you before you start your journey. I have a tongue sharper than the tallest tower in your world. I've insulted countless people and contradicted myself more times than I can count. Also, I have a filthy, scheming mind that plays all sorts of nasty games with me. So, fair warning."
"Darling, what are you doing?"
"I said I'm coming! I'm coming!"
I jumped up from my seat, rushing to a door you hadn't noticed before.
Before pushing it open, I quickly stubbed out my cigarette. If she catches me smoking, she'll give me that look, and I can't handle that.
I'm not a simp. I just value relationships, alright?
Tossing the cigarette aside, I entered the room.
"What have you been doing all this time?"
"Nothing important. Just chatting with someone."
"With whom?"
"With whom?"
"Forget it. Just tell me what's going on."
"I'm going to attack them."
"What?"
Damn it! Her usual madness is kicking in.
"Is this the plan you've been going on about?"
"Yes."
She answered so casually, like she was talking about going for a picnic.
Why do I even talk to lunatics?
I turned to the most reasonable person in the room.
"What's the plan?"
"I told you, we're going to—"
"My suggestion is, in the first step, we should—"
Damn it, damn it! I rushed to the door and shut it.
I don't want that motherf… to open his sewer-like mouth, so I prevented spoil from reaching your ears.
And you, what are you waiting for? This chapter is over.
Move on to the next one, if the author isn't too lazy, that is.
I hate lazy authors.
Always a break, son of bitch.
(Author: the bitch is Your mother)
Let's not go there.
(Author: I'm already there you…)