"You are too overpowered. Your existence poses a great threat to my son and daughter of fate. I had no other choice but to kill you." This was the voice of God he heard when he was about to enter the door of death. "A tragic oped character, sigh, its a very popular trend right now. The normal cliche of losing all your loved ones, an illegitimate son of a noble household, possessing overwhelming magic, good looks and what not. But as I kept writing I realised I made you way to oped, to the point your existence became a threat to the plot." The voice of god spoke to him again. "...Are you the one who killed my family?" He asked back with a blank expression. "Yes." Spoke the voice again. This simple one sentence angered him to the point he fought harder against his predestined death. He was enraged. The death of his family was orchestrated by this damn god, his life made miserable and painful, so he had to rise again, back on his two feets so he could destroy the god's world. And so he did. He rose again, defeating his death. Then he had his revenge by almost destroying the world. Almost!!! Before he could lead to the death of the Male and the female lead a thing called system was bounded to his soul. He was forced to leave his world and enter many different worlds. "Well, Unfreeze the OOC!" He demanded with a malicious grin on his face. He had to have his revenge. But most important of all, he had to be the one incharge of his characters. "......." The system shivered at his words, its invisible eyes bulging out. Unbeknownst to him, a GOD had embarked on a journey to a portal of unknown origin right at the time when he was entering a new world. "Oh fuck!" He cursed as he realised a dangerous point. "This is not the protagonist! Who is he?"
A junior student became a matchmaker but he never ever been in love himself. How could he handle his own love story, if the situation got out of hand and all he believed about love are not coming into reality? ***** "The darkness is blinding and at the same time, deafening. I felt a warm breath. I want to say something but somehow my lips were sealed by something... it's soft." ***** *No copyright infringement intended*
"I'm sure your familiar with my rules about thieves, primarily the rule about thieves within my organization. So here's what's going to happen, first I'm gonna cut off you hands, then I'm gonna take pleasure in cutting out your tongue. Then from there I don't give a damn, I'll send in the others to finish up the job. Now let's get started" I proceed to do just as I plan while also burning what's left of his hands so the blood flow will slow down. Screams.... that's all you can hear before I cut his tongue out. Now he is holding his mouth closed to slow down the blood loss even if that is pointless. I leave the dank smelling basement and proceed up the creaky stairs to tell my men to go finish the job, but to save all his organs and sell them on the black market. "Make sure you bag up his head and send it to his girlfriend. But the remains, I don't want any trace of this ever happening. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes boss" they say in unison. " Good, send the car around and clean this shit up" My name is Cyrus and I know why the caged boy sings....