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

Two months have passed since our training started, I can barely do the 10,000 sets now….somehow, my body has become more toned over these two months probably from all the non-stop training. 


I’ve wanted to stop many times now but every time I think about Luna’s words….I get back up. 


Today, she called us out to our usual clearing to teach us the next part of our training, it seems that she’s decided to train Lydia as well….she did outshine me, so she must be talented. 


All the more reason, I have to work twice as hard. 


“ Well….I suppose we’ll start now.”, Luna said, getting up from the ground. 


I tune out the rest of the world and concentrate on Luna, she stared at us for a second before getting into it, 


The Way Of The Spear (3)