Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Translator: Yonnee

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“You’re really looking at this positively. Do you have a plan?”

“I think so. We’ve been too busy acting out a novel that doesn’t match our personalities, so we haven’t had time to rest or reassess. During this hiatus, we might be able to try something.”

Bel, looking bewildered, interjected.

“Eunha, a hiatus? It’s a discontinuation. The world is ending, yet you’re talking about doing something.”

“Do you want to die? Did I teach you to talk like a weakling?”

I whacked him a few times.

“As long as we’re moving, the world won’t collapse immediately. It’ll only happen when we give up. And our novel…”

Given the current situation, we had to acknowledge all the flaws and shortcomings of this novel. Until now, I had tried to console myself by saying that this novel had its own readership and interesting content, but now I couldn’t do that. Our novel…

“Since it’s an adult story without substance, we just need to repeat what we’ve been doing.”

“!”

Bel sucked in a breath.

What we’ve been doing so far.

We’ve mainly engaged in sex. Apart from that, we haven’t done much.

This novel is full of explicit content and a series of scenes. There isn’t really a plot. If we continue with explicit sex, even without the author, we might somehow be able to maintain the novel.

Understanding this, Bel’s complexion turned pale, and he groaned in despair.

“Now, I have to voluntarily hit you…!”

It was the shocking truth of the bizarre novel world.

The fact that characters can continue the ‘next part’ without the author. Moreover, such incidents are quite common. To think that such a natural disaster-like accident would befall our novel. I can’t believe it myself.

However, the flickering chandelier of the demonic castle that had been dimming… gradually brightened.

In the world of the novel, it’s common for metaphors and allegories to be literally reproduced. The reappearance of the disappearing light meant an extension of the world’s lifespan.

The light returned. The path opened. The main character made the right choice.

Our goal was set.

“I understand. I do, but I just don’t have the confidence to do it well…”

Bel, in a somewhat manly manner, swallowed his saliva, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He looked flustered. After all, living without an author was despairing, even though his previous life wasn’t exactly smooth. The low pitch of Bel’s voice trembled inadequately.

“It’s unbelievable… If what you say is true, from now on, we not only have to act out the ‘script’ but also write it. But I can’t even act properly. You know that too.”

“Your lack of skill is probably why the author ran away.”

“I… I’m sorry. I should have hit you properly. Even a hundred apologies wouldn’t be enough.”

Bel glanced at me and asked hesitantly.

“Should I kneel and raise my hands?”

“Forget it.”

Bel, perhaps not given any small acts to alleviate his guilt, pouted sullenly. From my perspective, he seemed to be the only character among the cast who could express remorse and repentance. He appeared to be enduring quite an emotional ordeal. Poor guy. I wonder if hitting him will help improve things.

Bel discreetly hid his tail that had been lying weakly on the floor. It seemed to be a habit that came out whenever he felt embarrassed.

“It’s difficult to play the sadistic master without a script.”

I can understand that.

“Normally, don’t you think that after getting hit, you’d get better at hitting back?”

“But I don’t engage in such barbaric acts.”

“Try to act a bit more barbaric then.”

I’m doing all the things that the male lead himself couldn’t even do. I unsheathed the demon king’s sword in a somewhat barbaric manner since Bel himself wasn’t being barbaric. Bel reluctantly kneeled and raised both hands.

“I will reflect on my actions.”

“Is this really a sincere effort at reflection? Shouldn’t you at least slap me in the face? Tell me not to act so arrogantly.”

In turn, I was the one who slapped the male lead’s cheek as he arrogantly apologized. Bel held the place where he was hit and started to cry.

“I… I’m truly sorry. I don’t know how to hit you. My hand won’t go up. I was definitely born in the wrong genre.”

The storm outside the demon king’s castle intensified, and cracks began to appear on the walls. As the movements of the heroine and the hero were faltering, the postponed world destruction continued. If we couldn’t create a proper ‘event’ within the given time, Devil’s Vivace would truly die off and disappear forever.

Bel, unable to find hope or perhaps overwhelmed with pain and sadness, continued to be endlessly pessimistic about the situation.

“I never suited the depraved adult genre from the beginning. If I had to be born as the male lead, I would have preferred being born in a cute baby reincarnation story. All I’d have to do is be cute as a baby… Probably…”

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