Pink blossoms swayed happily without realizing how its petals had slipped away to chase the cool December wind. Sun, now hidden behind a cloud, had lost its typical fierceness, appearing as a gentle white ball hanging above the snow-covered mountains in the distance.
Hmm… Actually, December is almost over. So it's better to call it the 'cool January wind.'
Alex looked at the towering building ahead which resembled a castle from the medieval era. Why does it look straight outta a vampire novel? If wasn't for years of experience in this world, he might mistake here as some vampire fantasy book hidden in his sister's book stash.
The thought of entering into one of Stacy's books made him shudder. She is a more perverted author than himself.
He heard something snickering in his mind.
He felt wronged. This damned system only saw him as the most terrible author in the whole interstellar population. Thanks to that prejudice he spent 2 years in this hellish world.
"Aye, stop being dramatic. Why didn't I see your sufferings when you were pampered by a space-truckload of servants in Stonelake Castle? You didn't even lift a finger to get prepared this morning. From food to outfit to being brought here by a luxurious carriage, where did you suffer?"
Can anything here be compared to what I have in my hometown? What does this old-fashioned broken system know about the comforts of the interstellar era? Ahhh he misses his game helmet and communication device so much.
This isn't Alex's original world. He was a 20-year-old ordinary university student from A40-365 who enjoyed spending all his free time gaming or reading. He was a gifted writer so he loved to engulf himself in writing stories on online platforms. Writing allowed his introverted personality to spread its wings and fly through vast planes of imagination as whoever he wished to be. From a hero to a villain, from a Magician to an interstellar pirate, Orcs, and Mecha warriors to cultivators there was no genre he was scared to experiment on. He loved to create scenarios he never dared to do in real life by letting his fingertips dance on the keyboard.
But he wasn't that author who was loved by everyone despite being a skilled storyteller.
Because he loved to torment his characters.
He had a huge fanbase. Or black fans. Most of them turned into villains by Alex himself. They were lured in by a beautifully woven plot with funny twists making them laugh into tears. So in the beginning they expected to collect another thrilling story to their reading list. Haha. Such a pity… It didn't take much longer for curses to dominate the novel reviews.
" You Dog author, what kind of shit was running in your head to do such a thing to my baby Leon. How dare you?"
"I've been crying since yesterday. How could you do that to our little Moshi? You're so cruel? I trusted you. Woo woo woo."
"You Imbecile piece of #### It was such an unnecessary torment you twisted murderer. My whole week is ruined now. Who in their right mind makes their protagonist die from a thousand cuts in the last step of their story. He was one step away from curing the zombie virus. Now the whole world was ruined and even the villain died after killing Nie Mengjie. What's the point of the story if all characters die without achieving anything? Gonna make thousand accounts and make negative reviews on this trash."
"Bruh. So both Esper and Guide lost their lives in space crack just for that scumbug to take the whole credit? What kind of bullshit is this?"
He always had many victims as he loved to create new author accounts on multiple platforms. First, he posts some satisfying stories of the same genre before dropping the final bomb. There were already 5 stories with hidden poisonous storylines so far. No main character had a great ending in any of them.
Actually, Alex could very well make perfect endings for each story. However, he kind of had a cruel pleasure to see the disappointment of the readers. He was a model student in real life. He was never seen making trouble with others, even though he was the one at the disadvantage. Some thought of him as an innocent little rabbit with a saintly demeanor.
Innocent my ass.
His sadistic nature and all displeasure were spent on his own characters. In the worlds created through his imagination has no power to resist their creator.
Well, that's what he thought. Now he is paying the price for his arrogance. Maybe a reader's resentment isn't something a writer should provoke.
One day he fell asleep after having a hearty laugh at his readers' misfortune thanks to his last trap "The Lost Bloodline." The next day He woke up in a soft baby blue bedding surrounded with dozens of cute teddy bears. The glittery stickers on the walls almost blinded him. After staring in a daze for a long time he heard an overly enthusiastic squeaky voice greeting himself.
"Second young master, Rise and Shine. All masters and madams will be at the dining hall for breakfast soon. Let's wake up fast. Okay?" A young man in a white shirt and black pants bowed, bending his body more than 90 degrees. Alex's eyes changed expressions from daze into concern. Doesn't he have any bones? No main question, who is he and where am I?
Slowly he realized the following things.
He was transmigrated!
He was dragged here by a lousy system!!
He was dragged into his own be novel "the lost bloodline" !!!
He was the main bully of the hero during his magic academy days!!!!
He was DESTINED TO DIE PAINFULLY without having an intact body at the AGE OF 24!!!!!
WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL!!!!!!
Just like that Alex had his most desperate, nightmarish but sleepless night while his lousy system gloated happily from aside