Am I Allowed to Kill the Male Lead? - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Translator: Yonnee

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I collapsed onto the sofa. This world had fundamental issues from the start. The evidence of our roles not aligning with our actual personalities was clear.

Since the beginning of Chapter 1, I had never once felt the author’s sincerity. There was never a sense that the author truly enjoyed the kind of development where a terrifyingly strong male lead would oppress and degrade a fragile female lead.

That was the problem.

Devil’s Vivace seemed to lazily pick up what might be popular material and just wrote it without much thought.

The plot, character development, and even character settings were all started without proper planning.

Because it was such a novel, there was a significant gap between everyone’s actual personalities and their respective character roles.

If it had continued until the end, that would have been even more surprising. We should have expected something like this to happen, but we were too busy.

Adapting to the difference between our actual personalities and our roles, and following the provocative plot alone was overwhelming. I couldn’t have imagined this would happen.

And yet, it did.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Belzebuth was truly the most detestable.

“I can’t accept this situation. I’m going to save the novel.”

“How?”

“Just shut up. I can’t even stand to hear your voice.”

I kicked Bel on the abdomen. The sincerity that was absent from the author was present in my kicking. Then, it suddenly struck me that I needed more than just a punching bag. The others needed a good beating too.

“Where did the rest of those guys go?”

There were a total of four male leads in Devil’s Vivace, and right now, there was only Bel and me.

Bel tried to explain something but stopped.

I just kicked him again.

“If I ask a question, answer it. Where’s the second male lead?”

“Over there.”

Belzebuth grabbed his back, pointed out the window where only a storm could be seen, his crimson eyes shining.

“Although you probably can’t see with your eyes, he’s running around barefoot over there, shouting that the world looks good in ruins.”

“Crazy bastard… And Number 3?”

“He’s just sitting by the lake as usual, but he doesn’t seem to be in a state where he can discuss anything in particular. Rather than labeling perfectly fine living characters with numbers, maybe you should show some respect.”

“Kneel down and raise your hands, Number 1.”

“Eunha!”

The same moment he shouted my name, I hit him in the solar plexus. His body was concealed under a beautiful black military uniform, not visible, but the demon king never went a day without some bruises.

After attempting to resist with a sulky look, he went to the corner and knelt down, raising his hands again. A tear welled up in Number 1’s arrogant ruby eyes.

This can’t go on. A simple outburst of anger won’t solve anything. I paced around the demon king’s drawing room, muttering fiercely.

“I don’t want to die.”

No, even if the world completely collapses, I probably won’t die immediately.

All the characters may be on the brink of death, but I won’t die easily.

The male leads might die easily. However, in the world of novels, as long as someone remembers, a character wouldn’t disappear from the world.

Whether it’s the author or even just one reader who had deeply engraved Devil’s Vivace in their heart, as long as someone remembers and keeps this novel in their memory, the protagonist, Yoo Eunha, will remain alive.

In this world on the brink of destruction, I’ll wait like a living corpse, unable to die.

A very slow and painful death awaits me.

“I won’t die like that.”

I am the hope of the novel—the leader, the flame, the center, the one who turns crisis into opportunity, and the embodiment of the author’s once overflowing enthusiasm and affection. I am the protagonist. I will never give up. Even if the gods declare the end of the world’s future, I am prepared to fight.

Behind the scenes. If God can’t create it, I will.

“I had a characterization point that states, ‘Unrecognized by those around her, and even herself, but in reality, a genius romance novelist’.”

Belzebuth, who had been immersed in sadness, raised his head in surprise.

“That’s right.”

In the content of Devil’s Vivace, there’s something like that. Looking at the plot, it seems that Yoo Eunha will become a well-known author who blooms with that talent, and her ex-boyfriend who mistreated Yoo Eunha will bitterly regret it when he finds out, but such a scene has yet to happen.

Belzebuth seemed to catch on to what I was planning.

“Could it be that, instead of the writer, you’ll…”

“I’ll give it a try.”

It’s exactly as he said. I would do it instead of the writer.

“Are you planning to become a god?”

Belzebuth asked incredulously from behind. I nodded briefly and pointed to the bookshelf in the background of the ‘demon king’s drawing room’. Belzebuth rushed to the bookshelf and randomly pulled out a book.

All these books have meaningless titles written in beautiful Latin, but they were just props with no content. When you’d open them, only empty pages could be seen.

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