I'm a loser that writes for a living.

Now that I'm about to kill myself, I can proudly admit that fact.
I was born a loser and now I'm gonna die a loser

So, with much vigor, I decided to jump off a bridge. But when the moment came I got cold feet and decided to not kill myself.

But I still died.....

Turns out being drunk and standing on a very thin railing was not that safe and the fact that I don't know how to swim wasn't helping.

Mission failed successfully, I suppose.

But what's this?
Why are my arms so tiny?
Why can't I stand up?
I have turned into a baby!

Literally.

WAIT.
Why is this world so strangely familiar?

Isn't this world based on a novel I wrote long ago...

I reincarnated as a baby in my novel's world !??

'' Sigh...''

Fuck this shit, I'm out.

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Deranged Writer's Afterword

" I f-forfeit.", Max said for the fourth time. 


Max was feeling confused and slightly scared, he could see killing intent within Adam's eyes but that was surely a mistake, wasn't it? 


Max's eyes widened as he watched Adam take out a spear from his sup-space, Max couldn't understand why this was happening..... 


He couldn't understand even as Adam started running toward him, the spear was undoubtedly aimed at his heart...Adam was trying to kill him. 


As shocked as Max might have been as if on instinct he took out his sword from his sub-space blocking Adam's blow. 


Adam ignored his pleas as he continued thrusting his spear, Max blocked all his attacks but he knew that he couldn't block forever, if this situation escalated even more there would be no other choice left other than to switch to the offensive...but that was not something Max wished to do. 


Turning Point (1)