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

Quite helpful it was, the debris.

Using Juxtaposition, Remirg analysed the anatomy of the staffs of the Sons and created a spear out of it, quite out of his league it looked.

Approximately 5 meters in length and hovering a meter above the ground beside him, Remirg could triumphantly say that he had just transcended to another level. It was something better than what he had ever created earlier.

Directing his left hand backwards, he thrust it forward, ordering the spear to strike right on the ground in front of the approaching sons, their staffs still bangling on the ground, producing the perpetual jingling sound.

Due to the unintentional amount of prana Remirg had poured into the spear, it lunged with a nebulous speed, its momentum so great that it smashed right through the stone ground, creating a crater three meters wide on the brick floor in front of the five Sons, knocking them a few feet backwards.

Kill the Son