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

Georna got up and left the room leaving me alone with my thoughts, her advice didn’t help all that much since I wasn’t planning on fighting Luna…she was way out of my league. 


Luna Caerus, in terms of strength, was on par with Dina, the weakest angel. That in itself was amazing but she had even more potential than Dina…now that she had spent this much time within an S-Class dungeon, there was no telling just how strong she was, so fighting her was out of the question 


Meeting such a powerful individual was risky but I at least had some insurance as I had Lydia with me. Lydia's black fur was proof that she belonged to the former chief's bloodline. 


I’m sure that she wouldn’t hurt Lydia…I mean….I hope so. 


Anyway, now isn’t the time to doubt myself, it’s the time to prepare. 


Five hours have passed and the preparations are complete. 


Creeping Death