Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 10
I carefully wrote down the script on the blank sheet of paper with a fine quill pen that ‘Belzebuth’ uses for paperwork when he’s processing documents.
The quill didn’t stop.
All the foreshadowing from before, hints about the future, the developments readers were expecting, and the various hidden settings the author had scattered throughout her spring notebook were harmoniously brought to life at the genius’s quill tip.
It was truly unprecedented. The author wasn’t needed. Characters superior to the author came to life and filled the book to the brim with the proper ‘next chapter’ and an ending that would bring tears to anyone’s eyes.
It wasn’t just because of the characterization of me being a genius. I was, in fact, a genius. I’m at least grateful that the author left me with this character setting, or even more so, the thought that, 「 Yoo Eunha is a genius novelist 」.
And so, I completed the novel and closed it.
Bel, who had approached without me noticing, asked in astonishment.
“So… will we… survive now?”
“As long as we follow the content I wrote, there shouldn’t be any issues.”
I wiped the sweat from my forehead and opened the novel again.
But there was no content.
Every sentence I had laboriously written had completely disappeared.
Only one sentence was written on the blank page.
‘Yoo Eunha wrote a glorious novel.’
I flipped through the book from beginning to end.
It was all empty, and there was still only that one sentence.
“Didn’t I just fill this book from beginning to end?”
“Then why is it empty?”
Right after saying that, I realized the reason.
Ah… that goddamn author.
No matter how much I exert my genius abilities to write a novel, she couldn’t come up with this specific content. There’s a cap on my abilities. I’m not allowed to write a better novel than the author.
After all, the authors describe genius characters who exceed their own capabilities in such a casual manner.
Moreover, I’m not even sure if the author remembers this character setting properly. She might have forgotten. This darn amateur novel.
I threw the empty book aside and rubbed my temples.
“This won’t do.”
Bel, a beat late, finally understood the situation.
“Oh, I see. If the author can’t write the next part, there’s no way we, her creations, can write it. No wonder you managed to fill the book in an instant.”
“Don’t bother explaining. You’re just pissing me off more.”
“S-Sorry… How much time do you think passed while you were writing the book?”
“We don’t have a concept of time in our world. If a line says, ‘A night passed,’ then a night passed.”
“Then… we’ve barely covered around 1,300 words, I guess.”
Bel stumbled and slumped to the floor. He has a habit of not bothering with chairs and just straight up sitting on the floor.
“It’s over now. There’s no way left.”
It’s frustrating to hear the one responsible for everything keep saying that.
“Don’t sound so defeated. If we do something meaningful enough, we can at least postpone our demise.”
This was a world within the novel, a place where events need to be carried forward.
Even though it might not be visible to the readers, the foundation, the plot, and the time between the ‘previous chapter’ and the ‘next chapter’ strictly followed the rules of the novel.
If we, the characters, did nothing, then time would not pass. And when we do something, time moves forward.
Characters had to constantly create events that could be called ‘scenes’. For example,
“Lie down flat on the ground. I’ll kill you.”
The female lead killing the male lead would be considered a significant event, right?
“I… I don’t want to.”
The male lead’s resistance would also be considered a meaningful event. Now, they can fight.
“You— This is just a way to vent your frustration. It won’t get any better by procrastinating. You should know that you can’t kill the male lead.”
“If we change the genre, I can kill you. Now that there’s no author, what’s stopping me?”
“If you’re going to change the genre, why not go for something sweet and happy instead of this depraved stuff?”
Have you seriously forgotten the fact that your attempts at changing the genre into that is what’s causing the world’s imminent destruction?
“I’m not really in the mood for something sweet.”
I pulled out the demon king’s sword and swung it downward. It wouldn’t do much. It’s a prop, and there weren’t any actual combat scenes in Devil’s Vivace.
At most, it’s ‘Belzebuth swung his sword’, so there were no proper swordsmanship techniques to read about and learn.
So I just… decided to use it like a bludgeon.
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