Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 8
Once I had finished a pack of cigarettes, Bel said,
“Eunha, your health will deteriorate…”
Despite being the one who said that, he’s the one who looked ashen, really. In reality though, my health wouldn’t ever deteriorate from smoking. I’m not human—I’m a character.
So, if the novel serialization is discontinued, we will die along with it.
I simply threw the cigarette I was smoking out the window.
Even if the author, who chose the wrong material, cries and wants to quit now, that is absolutely not allowed.
Not at all.
“You’re running away like this? So irresponsibly?!”
I shouted at the sky out of nowhere. I heard Bel sighing from behind. He’s probably equally as shaken as me.
My voice doesn’t reach the sky. And this is natural because I’m a mere character. Symbolically, my voice was drowned out by the raging storm and the sound of the wind. Nevertheless, I continued to shout desperately.
“You said you’d publish the novel in volumes!”
The characters’ lives were at stake. We had to somehow persuade the author to continue the story. But there was no way for the characters to influence the ‘outside world’ other than shouting.
What else could we do?
“If you’ve written up to chapter 63, you should continue! But what’s this now?!”
I couldn’t accept this situation.
Bel replied gloomily.
“I think they probably wrote as much as they could, and it only reached 63 chapters.”
“Are you defending the author right now?”
“I’m just trying to understand the situation.”
“Kneel down and raise your hands.”
Bel immediately knelt down and raised his hands. The black-haired demon king, as sturdy as a fortress, crouched down.
What a pitiful sight, this guy. Despite being donned in the extravagant attire of the monarch of hell, all he could do was timidly rebel against the novel’s progression. And in the end, he managed to cause such a major thing and was now sulking because he was being punished.
To call him the male lead of a novel was excessively generous.
There, too, was a noticeable passage in the discontinuation notice:
[ Characters (especially Belzebuthㅜ) didn’t move the way I intended, and it stressed me out a lot. ]
The kind-hearted author openly wrote that it was because of a certain someone.
“It’s because of you!”
I pushed Bel down, and his sprawling figure looked like trash.
“You’ve practically caused the world’s destruction.”
And indeed, Bel knew very well what he had done wrong.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect it to turn out like this.”
“Why apologize? This turned out well for you, didn’t it? You didn’t want to be the male lead, but things worked out, didn’t it?”
“Let’s refrain from making assumptions. It’s true that I found the role of the male lead burdensome, but I didn’t wish for the world to end.”
I was very well aware that he found the role of the male lead burdensome.
In situations where Bel should have struck ‘Yoo Eunha,’ he didn’t.
He hesitated to break my ankles properly, and even when it came to throwing me as prey to the tentacle monster, he hesitated.
He was cautious when binding, and he felt embarrassed when undressing me. He wanted to dress me up and couldn’t make up his mind.
Thanks to Belzebuth’s valiant efforts to somehow make this depraved novel less depraved, the author left.
So, the main cause of the world’s impending destruction and everyone’s impending death was largely due to Belzebuth. However, the truth was, not just me but also other characters couldn’t perfectly execute the ‘script’.
Everyone deviated slightly from the author’s intent, created holes in the plot, and failed to align their character traits with their actual personalities.
I didn’t have the sincerity to become a slave. But in reality, none of us had that sincerity… I think it was probably a fundamental flaw in the novel’s design.
So, the author, under duress, eventually discontinued the serialization. Probably.
With the departure of the author, the world began to crumble.
In my head, I came to that conclusion.
“It’s because of you.”
But my heart couldn’t accept it, so I just kept hitting Bel with the candelabra. It was a fitting sight for the entire demon realm to be engulfed in a storm.
No matter how loudly Bel yelled, his voice couldn’t be heard outside the window. It was drowned out by the screams of ‘Devil’s Vivace’ and the eerie wind that whipped through the cracks in the door.
“The world is ending.”
Even the lights in the demon realm’s reception room flickered. Bel looked out the window with a startled expression.
“I can’t believe it’s like this right after putting up the discontinuation notice… It seems the author has no lingering attachments left.”
“Because of me…?”
“The author’s limit is the same as the world’s limit. I think I understand why she gave up.”
Bel himself looked like he had also already given up on everything.
I sighed as I lit a new cigarette.
All the characters were extensions of the author’s persona. I inherited the enthusiasm, hope, and affection of the creator, while Bel inherited her sadness and frustration.
It was inevitable that Bel messed up the plot because he didn’t want to do sadistic things.
So, it was the author’s own aversion to vile scenes that led to this wretched novel.
Then why did she choose to write in the genre of a depraved novel if she actually didn’t like those vile scenes?
“This novel had problems from the very beginning.”
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