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

A day has passed since Luna Caerus, the original chief, refused us her help. 


But am I the kind of person to just give up? 


Yes, I usually give up very easily but not this time. I’m willing to do anything for power and there’s no way in hell I’m going to stop now after I’ve come all this way. 


Rhys gently snored as he slept in my lap, right we were inside the cave watching Luna, I mean it’s pretty confusing, I had thought that she would kick us out but she pretty much ignored our existence though she did look a little intrigued by Rhys. 


Aside from stalking Luna, I also collected all the information the villagers had, from all of my deep undercover ‘investigation’ I’ve found that the only thing she really does is meditate, but once a month she ventures out of the cave for something, 


I need to observe her and understand her schedule before thoroughly disrupting it. 


The First Devil (1)