The next moment, Frozen Milk opened his eyes, he was in the wildness. A majestic jungle overdrawn with vines, insects and wet, pouring steam and whatever else of a description he thought of.

Frozen Milk immediately knew where he was. After all, he spent ages crafting, perfecting and bullshitting his word count into 5 digits about this cursed jungle, this cursed scene that was about to happen!

Frozen Milk still needed to be sure. Even after writing every tiny detail a jungle has ever seen, he was astonished by the sheer size and force this view in front of him had. It took him a while to find the river and view his reflection.

Sure enough, it was a tragic sight that confirmed his suspicions...

The trauma of dying still lingered and now he was faced with a new obstacle, higher than the walls of Babylon. Because there was no damn wall! Not in Babylon and here! No damn wall to guard him because this obstacle was the lowest of the low, so low it made his death due to pee seem ridiculous!

He transmigrated! He transmigrated into his own damn novel! The novel he was currently publishing and writing! What was Inception? Nothing compared to this!

The author of the novel within his novel transmigrated and now he transmigrated into his own novel about transmigration? It was truly like lovepeace&life said: a clusterfuck of a plot!

Frozen Milk wanted to cry, he wanted to cry blood and smear it all over whoever was responsible for his transmigration.

He didn't want to cross over to his novel like this! Not like this!

As neither the protagonist nor the antagonist but a small, insignificant cannon fodder character that just served to further the plot and was killed off without any mercy!

Frozen Milk can still remember how much blood, sweat and tears he poured into this particular scene, describing vividly and as detailed as he could how this cannon fodder of a shitty character was slowly and gruesomely killed off by the main villain!

And all that because Frozen Milk wanted to show how cool, how badass and how damn absurd and truly boss level his main villain was. Now he transmigrated into this character about to be killed by the amazing antagonist!

He slapped himself remembering how much fun he had writing the death and how much anguish he wished the small, exploitable character because he was indeed rooting for the villain.

"Fuck," Frozen Milk cursed. Out of all places, out of all characters, he had to, he just absolutely had to be transmigrated into the worst murder of a pitiful character in the whole, entire book!

He felt bad for himself, he felt bad for the character now! How would he be able to outrun his fate? He was going to die! He was really going to die for a second time! Who was this unlucky? Who?

Was this karma, was this really the karma he laughingly thought he could avoid and slap away with a slight movement of his hand?

"If I had known, I'd have written a normal novel, ok? Lived a proper life with proper morals, ok? I get it! I get it! I get it! So, please get me out of here!" Frozen Milk hit the surface of the water, it bounced back, and droplets of the toxic water hit him and melted spots on his skin.

He immediately crawled away from the river. He forgot! He wrote water as acid to show how cruel this world was!

Suddenly-

Bing.

"Welcome host, this is the transmigration system wishing host a pleasant stay in this world. System is going to undergo maintenance."

A robotic voice appeared in his head.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! What the fuck do you mean undergo maintenance? Weren't you supposed to give me a clear understanding of what the fuck is happening, why I'm here and how I can get out of here? Isn't it like accumulating points to travel back to the real world?"

"Host already knows how transmigration works. If host is unsure, please refer to host's self-written 20 books on transmigration."

"Are you mocking me?"

"Wishing host a pleasant stay."

"A pleasant stay my ass! I'm about to be killed off! Wait! Wait! Please! No, come back, come-" Frozen Milk fell on the ground as he furiously tried to argue with the system in his mind.

He was done for, there was no way he could ever rescue himself, outwit his fate. His last hope, that damn fake system under constant maintenance, proved to be an even bigger pain in the ass than the fact he was literally about to die!

Frozen Milk gripped his hair in frustration, ready to pull them all out when suddenly leaf crunches, noises, footsteps, whatever noise it was, send him off to his journey of insanity. He wanted to slap himself, truly and utterly beat himself into some points of IQ.

The river, the place he was in right now, was his grave, the murder ground for the most brutal death the world has ever faced and was ready for! And he was stupid enough to come here!

He would appear.

The main villain, the final boss, the person that would give the protagonist a hard time, that would beat the OP protagonist into a bloody pulp!

Frozen Milk steeled his nerves and moved away from the source of the noise, his frantic mind blocked all signals to his brain and he completely numbed himself from the burning sting of acid on his skin.

He didn't want to die a second time and definitely not a painful following his shameful one, so he should run! Run far away, trying to live a day more but... it was curiosity. Blind curiosity like a maiden in heat giving her first time to a stinky old male just because she wanted to experience what it would be like.

Yes, Frozen Milk's deepest wish right now that even overpowered his love for his life was to see the villain, the godly villain he wrote as the alpha male amongst all alpha males. The one he spent so much time on crafting his handsomeness, his holy beauty until his fingers bled, and blood and pus poured all over the keyboard.

He really wanted to see his villain! He wrote the villain as the type of guy a male should be in his opinion, while the protagonist was more on the less manly but charming and gorgeous side to reel in all the females he would bed throughout the whole damn book, enough to fill mansions!

Frozen Milk was conflicted. Never in his life had he come to a more struggling decision than now.

He stood rooted on the spot as the footsteps closed in and finally, the branches of the trees bend, and a glorious figure came into vision:

The final boss of his novel.

The handsome, oh so handsome final boss that would start Frozen Milk's adventure.

A painful, tragic yet bittersweet adventure.

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Well, there's that.

Good luck Frozen Milk!