Adwit_ojha

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Mark Eisner is the greatest example of a failure. Unable to get his dream job, he resorts to writing a story, a story close to his heart, a story in which he expressed himself to the fullest. It was the delusional universe he created for himself.
Unable to grasp the attention of readers, his book was deemed a failure as well. 
Heartbroken after suffering his crushing fate, Mark commits suicide, uttering his last words;  proclaiming the end of his story.

But was this the end of his story?
Hell Nah!
He is far from being dead. 

He finds himself, astonishingly, still possessing his consciousness, even though his existence is formless. 
What he then sees is unbelievable. 
The hero he created, the hero "he only" loved, the hero that reflected himself... His own protagonist.
Reincarnated as the system of the hero of his own novel, Mark undergoes an epic journey with his unanticipated creation, helping him throughout, knowing all about his predicaments. There are a few rules to him -
1. RELAY ONLY REQUIRED MESSAGE TO THE PLAYER
2. DROP DESIGNATED REWARDS
3. EXPEL THE PLAYER IF PLAUSIBILITY REACHES LIMITS

But.... Is that all? Does he really thinks events will take place just as he layed them?
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Is he really that Omniscient ? Is he the only one....
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Master Of My Universe: The Author Who Became the Hero's System

The message blasted into his face the moment he made physical contact with the Son.

[THE PLAYER HAS EXPERIENCED THE WRATH OF A SON OF NOTHINGNESS]

The instant he read that message, his arm started to shake violently, transitioning out of the zone of voluntariness, and wildly moving in its socket. Remirg was stunned by the sudden development in events.

The Son continued to cry and plead in front of him, as though unaware of the damage it had dealt to Remirg.

Remirg backed off instantly, back into the center of the circle created by the ten disfigured and horned beings, returning back to the position of total deadlock.

His arm had begun to start shaking vigorously enough to cause small sprains in his arms, making him unable to even resist, pain shooting up with a fierce vigor in his left arm.

The Unreligious Temple {Part - 5}