CloudCatcher

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could.

Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. 

No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth.

Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all?

Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate.

Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist?

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Just a quick disclaimer: The book steers clear of any unwanted adult stuff. However, it does feature a potentially disturbing amount of violence—enough to make you wonder about the author's mental health.
So proceed with caution—and maybe a shield!

Cameraman Never Dies

"DAD!" Alex barreled into Gereon's office like a man who had just discovered free snacks at a fancy party. The servant— bless their soul—walked with heavy and wobbling legs and with a small stack of papers like a circus act before giving Alex a polite nod and making a swift exit, probably hoping to avoid whatever chaos was about to unfold.

Gereon, ever the calm patriarch, didn't even flinch. He just kept scribbling away on his parchment like it owed him rent. Without glancing up, he muttered, "What is it, Alex? As you can see, I'm knee-deep in this paperwork, so if it's not on fire or a siege, make it snappy."

Alex, unfazed by his father's lack of enthusiasm, strolled further in, already launching into his pitch like he was trying to sell him a vacation package. "So, when are we hunting down that self-important moron who thinks he killed Amber?" His tone was so calm it could've been mistaken for a dinner invitation— except for, you know, the murderous undertone.

And she said, 'May thou walk upon the waters,' and lo, he walked