“Hmm” Thomas replied, his mouth filled with food. “But what's the genre, tell me some basic things first”
“Hmm, that's cool, a bit more about story, main plot and stuff”
“DON'T give me spoilers, alright?” Interfering Outer’s talk Thomas demanded, then murmured. “I hate spoilers”
Outer stayed silently for a while, until Thomas lifted his head.
“Mmm, that's pretty generic to be honest, bet it is filled with cliches, is it your first time writing a story?”
Writer remained silent, with a straight face for a second, then said, “Well it's still better than…. my first story is still better than your last kick.”
Thomas gritted his teeth, looking at the table, gripping the fork tightly, before throwing it on the table, and about to stand up when his left ear twitched and he sat back on the chair.
“But I'm retired though,” Thomas said, with a lowered head.
“That's what I asked,” Thomas lifted his head, looking at the tree with an innocent.
“You are supposed to say something, remember?”
“Remember!”
“Nah it's fine, I don't feel bad about anything anymore,” he said, waving his hand with a smile.
“By the way, I wanna ask something,” Thomas said, rubbing the back of his head, “Why did you give that guy too much chicken to eat?”
Outer looks down pressing lips against each other, then he replied. “I… never had them before, ever, I had chicken curry and that's all I had,”
Thomas’s eyes widened, mouth agep. “That's…” looking down, Thomas replied gently, “I'm sorry to hear that” Thomas slowly raises his head, with clenched fist, and overflowing determination in his eyes, “I will…” he pointed at himself, “for you,” then at the coconut, “I will eat chicken”
“You… you will do that for me?” Outers asks as his lips slightly curled down.
“Yes, for you my friend, just don't add a living chicken” Thomas said with narrowed eyes. Outers filled the table with chicken maded dishes. Thomas picks a whole chicken with his two hand
“It isn't?” he asked, lifting his head.
“It will”
Thomas moved his head closer to the chicken, as he got closer, his pace seemed to be coming down.
As he looked at the dish carefully, he imagined its head, then an old memory struck his head and he put it back on the plate and sat still.
They both sat on their chairs silently, the silence stretched, until the voice came,
“I don't hate chicken, I fear chicken,” The outer made all the chicken disappear.
“That would be a long story, you can add that in later chapters,”
Thomas sighed, shaking his head and said, “the kids,”
“It was a very long time ago, when I was 2 years old, I was just a 3 foot kid back then, I saw a chicken running out of poultry, back then I thought that chickens are our pet and they bear chicken dishes, I tried to hug and return it back to the poultry, it was silent, maybe because I was a child, then I gently whispered in it ear -”please give us tasty tasty leg pieces” then he crook once, then crooked even louder, and then started attacking me, I then tried to push him out, but its beak was stick to me, after some time came some adult to rescue me, then I didn't ate chicken for a long while, until I did, when my parents said it's alright, and dreamt of a whole clan of chicken attacking me, then I vomited everything in pit, and had been watering it ever since,”
They both stayed silent, until Thomas said. “They are scary,”
Thomas stayed silent, looking at the table, the silence remained until the outer said.
“Deal” Thomas replied before nodding once. [Click] A sound reaches Thomas's ear, then a blue screen appears In Front of him. “Why do you have to talk with this cliche system stuff?” Thomas asks, narrowing his eyebrows.
“First of all, systems are cool, leveling up and all that stuff, second of all…. I didn't do anything, what are you talking about?, I can't even see anything like that in my imagination”
“No, systems are completely overused. If you like gaming, just go play games; why would you insert games inside a story, and, why are you lying to me? We even made a deal didn't we” Thomas said, looking anywhere but the blue screen.
“First of all, even though systems are overused, they are still cool. Second of all, isn't it obvious that I wouldn't do that? Not even I know what is happening here, didn't I already tell you?” Outer said, leaning on his chair.
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“I don't know what you are talking about, system sucks, plot armour and golden fingers also sucks, and most of all, isekai sucks too”
“....You are in one though….,” writer said, with straight face, “and you wants to have fun too”
“That's because, well, that's—” Thomas was saying, looking at side, before the author intervened with a composed voice.
“Alright, whatever, just read what is written on that screen.”
Thomas turned towards the screen.
[The deal has been made.
Two of you will have to follow certain rules.
1 - The author can't undo things that had happened in the world, the world will only go forward like in real world, after the mc being born that is, and you can't force a character to do something that contradict their personality- like - all of a sudden a villainess starts blushing for him.
2- mc can do whatever he wants, but also have to deal with it,]
“That's what it says.” Thomas said, trying to touch the system, “The first rule, isn't it common sense?” Thomas said, expecting some response from Outer, but he stayed quiet. “Dude?” Thomas said with narrowed eyes.
“Well it's a good thing for me in a way, but I have one doubt, would anyone even read your story?”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing….”
“Wait,” his eye slightly widened, “that weird guy,”
“Yes, but I won't give him chickens to eat, don't worry”
“Nah dude, it's fine, you can–”
“No, male god is fine” Ray said looking forward.
“Alright,” the surroundings of Thomas Changed quite a lot and he found himself back at the place he first teleported to.
"Welcome, human," In front of Thomas sat the same person he had seen first after being isekai, wearing the same clothes.
'This is for the torture you gave me dumbass,’ Thomas thought with a smile, lifting his hand, "...Hi," Thomas replied, waving his hands.
"What? Do you go around asking what is happening to every random unknown cosplayer when you meet them for the first time or something?" Thomas shouted back, his eyes wide, narrowed eyebrows.
"How would I know that I died? Dumb dick, have you ever written a single novel before?" Thomas, who was screaming, suddenly quieted down with a thought. "Oh, I forgot, you haven't."
Thomas narrowed his eyes. "Do you die every time your head gets hit? How could someone think they died just from falling on the street? That sounds ridiculous."
This time, the writer remains silent for a second, before replying, <...But... you did die though,> with a calm and composed tone,
His narrowed eyes returned to normal. "Well… that's just because…"
"Well, that's just a coincidence…" Thomas mumbled before shouting, "Why are you interfering in my personal life, you bastard?"
"Cuz I'm not an actor, you bastard! You can't even do your job properly; stop telling me what I have to do," Thomas said, pointing his finger toward the air.
"... Well, your last kick was mesmerizing," Outer said calmly with a poker face.
Thomas gave the corner a sharp gaze; Outer was staring at Thomas with a straight face.
Thomas placed his hand on his chin, looking at the corner, diagonal to from where he could sense the Outer, his gaze narrowed. "How did I act back then? I forgot."
"Do you remember?" Thomas, slightly Lowered his eye lids.
"Got it…” he said, nodding, then narrowed his eyes, “What does thinking outside of the box mean again?"
<... I'm not even a native English speaker> Outer stayed silent for a moment before continuing.
"... Oh,” raised eyebrows, “so it's pretty much like—don't think too much."
"Why do they make idioms? Seriously, that's just useless."
"Arghh, forget about it."
"Just like how you forgot what you did two hours ago?" Outer asked, still with a poker face.
"... Yes, think like you've never heard that before. Like how you never ate a chicken dish before," Thomas replied with a gentle, warm, soft, bright smile.
Outer stared with a straight face.
Thomas kept looking with the warm, soft, gentle smile.
"Alright, let's jump into acting; imagine that fucker again," Thomas said as he turned his head to look at where the guy had been before evaporating.
"Okay." Thomas closes his eyes, everything darkened for a moment until a RAY of light, falls on his eyes, he opens his eyes, then covers them with hand, before slowly taking them off.
"Welcome, human." The same man.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
“Well, unfortunately for you and fortunately for me, you died.” He said with a smile.
Outer, who was watching everything from his thoughts, gave a smug smile.
…
"Go, hero, only you can save our world." God said, with open arms.
"Alright…" Thomas said as he kept nodding.
"Now, you just have to close your eyes, and you will be reborn as the son of a baron."
"Okay…"
"Go…" he widened his arms further.
"Don't you have to give me some sort of cheat skill? Golden finger?"
"Oh, yeah. You can see clearly from the moment you open your eyes. Your brain will function like an adult man's. Although your muscles will be weak like any other child's, you can make them stronger through training and taking a lot of nutrition."
"That's good to hear, but anything else? A power that no one else possesses? A rare, unbelievable, legendary power that could make me the strongest?"
"Have you seen kids going around creating businesses? Can you see toddlers running in the Olympics? And can you even imagine a two-year-old fighting against the government?”
Thomas remained silent, “You may not realize it, but this has the potential to make you the strongest."
This slightly widened his eyes then silently grins. "That's cool. Alright, god, see you soon," Thomas said and closed his eyes. His body turned into bright blue energy and flowed in a direction.
Thomas could feel his soul moving but couldn't see anything.
……
"It's a cute boy." He then suddenly heard a voice and then clapping sounds, then he felt a soft sensation below him, it took him a second to completely feel his body, it was as if he was curling up above a blanket.
He slightly opened his eyes and It took Thomas a few seconds to see the face of the person holding him.
It was a woman in her twenties with blue eyes, brown hair, and a bright smile.
'Her eyes… They're beautiful,' the unnamed kid thought, staring at the girl.
'Yeah. What's my eye color?'
‘what? Why would you give the main character black eyes?’
‘You bastard? Give me blue eyes, give me or I will take it by force if I have to' He thought while moving both hands toward her eyes.
<.........What?...>
'Eye switching. Give me her eyes, or I'll snatch them away myself,' Thomas thought, waving his hands toward the blue-eyed girl.
She, on the other hand, was charmed by the newborn baby's adorable actions, which surpassed anything she had seen before. "He is so cute," she said before giving the baby to his mother.
The mother held her child to her chest. Thomas slowly turned his head to look at his new mother—brown eyes, slightly red hair, fair skin, and a gentle smile on her gorgeous face.
Then the smile faded, and she looked at the nurse, "Why isn't he crying?"
As the words reached his ears, he remembered how nurses tortured children and laughed at them as they cried.
He did not want to go through that. He knew what he needed to do.
He cried.
He cried so hard that everyone became concerned.
"Oh, my baby, come on, let me give you food."
The moment he heard that, he wished he didn’t have consciousness, he wished he didn't cry.
'Stop, stop, no! That's sexual abuse! Hey, bastards, can't you skip all this?' thought Thomas, tried to push himself away from his new mother.
"I can…" Outer replied in a slow, low voice.
Thomas sensed the monstrous presence from the past, as if a menace was staring at him.