You are never truly alone. Okay some of you might be truly alone and for that I am sorry. This was more intended as a joke about the upcoming chapter in regards to the multiple Mcs that show up in it.

Let us not take any chances and start my secret plan right at this instant. I was still running, but there was only so much that one dude could do by himself.

"Hey System, is my assumption correct only I can encounter these strange monsters by walking through this specific patch of grass?"

[That is correct only the trainer can encounter wild monsters when walking through the grass]

"Okay, then if this world is called the Endless Grasslands would I not be able to meet these creatures everywhere? This land has Grass in its name for a reason, after all. It would seem highly logical not to restrain all these creatures to this small spot in the middle of nowhere"

[Host concern has been deemed valid. The area |Endless Grasslands| has been declared a full battle zone. Hostile lifeforms could now be fought regardless of location.]

Okay, good the first part of the plan went by without any difficulties. Luckily for everyone involved, Wishmoppu was standing still in the distance. It was still waiting till some trainer would dare to stand in front of it and talk to it.

Hurray, to the realism in regards to the source material. Luckily like all the other bosses, they did absolutely nothing without being triggered by the plot.

Either way, I did not want to let any of those for too long, because I had manners and a good strategy on how to defeat them; it was mostly the latter though.

"Ooh System, I have another valid question. You see, back when I had written all of these characters, I have based them on myself. They were not just my children; they were literally me in letter form. Everyone one of them should be as much as a trainer as I currently am... they have earned that right"

They clearly had not earned the right to do anything, but I needed the other savages to grind much faster. And let's be real for a second there, what was the worst that could happen?

No, before anyone even thought about what exactly could go wrong─just stop. Nothing would go wrong or you guys would have a problem with me...Capiche? I had enough of all the things backfiring.

[Host blatant attempt at cheating has not gone unnoticed. Host will recieve not─]

I put 10 powerstones in the "donation box" that had suddenly appeared in front of me.

[The system has realized the earnest desire of its host to give back to all of his creation. His wish sadly could not be realized due to technical limitations. ]

I handed the system 10 more powerstones.

[The system has made a major breakthrough in its technology and can now grant the host his biggest wish. Sadly, it lacked more funds to fulfill the request]

I put another 10 powerstones into the donation box to satisfy the greedy system. It might not be dumb enough to fall for my stupid tricks, but it was corrupt as hell.

There was nothing in this world money could not solve.

Either way, after the "hard negotiation" phase was over, there was nothing left to do. Other than simply waiting for the chaos to commence and to enjoy the carnage that was about to unfurl due to the lack of balanced gameplay.

[The system wishes its host the best of luck and hopes that he does not come to regret wording the request more carefully.]

Heh, regrets were something for losers or people who actually made plans. Critical thinking and long term-planning were highly overrated anyways.

Next came something best described as a torrent of spam notifications. I could see nothing else but encounter notifs of all my clones. Glad that it was working, yet it was working a little too well. Now, I know how my email-address must have felt like when I signed up for the newsletter on that porn site.

How many battles were even taking place per second? I could not count the sheer endless amount of system prompts.

The entire experience here was not very enjoyable, to say the least. One could also say that the previous statement was the understatement of the fricking century.

My eyes felt like someone was massaging my lower half with spikes. Yet, instead of my penis they "tickled" my skull with the love of a thousand angry shooter kids after getting killed. Or like the positive reinforcement hornets gave you after you stepped on their hive.

The only words that my brain could make out of these floods were lots of rat-sans that wanted to fight the Beeg Psycho.

A lot in this case meant a lot. No need to exaggerate when the numbers were this big.

Though, I still had to endure, because this was far from enough. In order to reach the max level, I needed to kill far more beings. Pardon, I needed to order my monster to kill all these rats. As if I would lift a single finger.

Okay, I could not bear this any longer. Closing my eyes was the last resort, but there was no other way to escape from this onslaught of system messages about new enemies being found.

Was this the regret the system had warned me about?

If so, then it was totally lame... here I thought that more would come out of it. If it could be bypassed by simple averting my eyes, it would never be something to feel regret over. Look, imagine your grandma showering naked.

That image would haunt you even if you close your eyes. This much was nothing to the seasoned internet veteran─there were millions of things worse than this in the wide world of the Internet.

The mere thought of some things I have seen there caused even my current self to shudder in absolute fear. But luckily, enduring the spam was nothing compared to suppressing the memories of my childhood self.

In next to no time, all of this was over. With one command from me, the Beeg Psycho would use a headbutt and become the strongest creature to have ever lived.

One massacre was all it would take to reach my goal. Sorry local rat population, yet every single one of you had to die so that I may live.

Okay, I did not feel sorry at all. My monster was simply exterminating the pests, which magically had appeared in this setting. Yes, we were the pest control and would return this world to its original state.

Though it could never be "normal" again since it never had been that in the first place.

It would simply follow its predictable insanity route, without all of the copyright infringement and the gigantic Raidboss Wishmoppu. This world did not need the fused clones nor did it need a money-hungry system.

All this universe needed was a bunch of naked psychos battling over a piece of clothing.

My creation should no longer be ruined by the weird twists and plots a system came up with. I would revive this lovely novel... and then abandoned it again. Do you know why?

A story like this was garbage, BUT it was my garbage─only I got to ruin it.

I SHOULD BE THE ONE TO RUN IT INTO THE GROUND.

I WAS THE VILLAIN THIS STORY NEEDED AND I WOULD BRING THE STORY THE ENDING IT DESERVED. AS AN AUTHOR IT WAS MY DUTY TO STOP THIS BAD WRITING FROM SPREADING EVEN FURTHER.

FOR THE GLORY OF GOOD WRITING.

ONWARDS TO VICTORY.