God of Systems: Maker of Heroes and Villains

Keith opened his eyes and saw two women staring at him. He could instantly identify one of them thanks to her clothes.

"Seraphina... and I'm guessing Red Mist." he said as he shifted his attention to the short one beside Seraphina. She was short and cute, with her skin slightly tanned. Looking at her felt like he was looking at a human version of chipmunk that was five foot three inches tall.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She smiled widely and immediately hugged him before nuzzling her face against his chest, "I wanted to meet you sooo, soo much!"

Keith couldn't help but freeze due to the sudden hug but he recovered quickly before he patted the back of her head.

"Yeah... though I didn't really expect to meet you. Do you know what's going on though? Like how and why I came here or how you came here? This whole world was created by you so you should know something right?" he asked and felt her pull away from him.

She looked up at him and shrugged, "Well... ahem. If you want me to be honest... this world is real just like ours and it's just an alternate universe. Explaining everything will be a waste of time so, long story short, the patient who shared a bed with me when I first got admitted into the hospital, gave me a small slip of paper that had instruction to a ritual. He promised me that this will help me with whatever I was facing and he died the next day.

And based on the stuff written on the letter, you probably already know how I started to write. The reason for me starting to write was the ritual. It was a simple ritual, but once I did it and fell asleep, I felt the sudden urge to write, to put my thoughts into a written form.

And that was what I did. There wasn't much improvement with my cancer, but the book helped me keep my shit together. Then, tada! I beat my cancer the first time and it happened so suddenly. The chances of the surgery succeeding was around 10 percent and once it did succeed, I thought that the ritual was the reason for my second chance at life.

My drive to write went down and I started to let the readers dictate how the novel would go and well... my cancer returned. This time, I tried the ritual again, but every time I did, I fainted and the cancer became even worse. I felt like that was the end for me and went back to my dream world, this world and continued writing my story." she said and let out a soft sigh, "And well, I died. My life was painful. Both physically and mentally thanks to the cancer and my close ones abandoning me."

Keith knew most of the story other than the ritual part, so he waited for her to continue, hoping to get a proper answer even though the urge to give her a hug was almost irresistible. It pained him that she had to suffer so much, especially when all the while he was enjoying her novel and cursing her for the way she tried to torture Clark.

'Though, I will torture that bitch if he tries to come for Clara again.' he thought as he waited for her to continue, which she did.

"Well, that was when things changed. I suddenly found myself in this universe.... the one I created of course and even I don't know how or why things turned out this way. I also don't know the reason for your transmigration either but since you're here, I'm very happy about it!" she said, as she smiled once again but suddenly went serious.

"Also, call me Emma. No need for my last name and I have a question for you."

Keith nodded and raised his eyebrow, "A question huh? I thought you'd know everything but sure."

"This world is both polygamous and monogamous. I want to know which path you'll choose. I've always been curious since you absolutely hated Clark's harem."

Once he heard her words, he sighed, "Well, that was because that bitch treated them like objects that he could throw away whenever he wants to. Honestly, I thought you were a guy due to this but now I'm even most surprised on why you'd write something like that."

"Well, even I don't know. I just did it and now that I'm here, I'm wondering about most of my decisions with the story. Like every time I started writing my book, I'd lose myself and once I realise how much time had passed, I'd have already written a lot of chapters. It might sound creepy, but I feel like whenever I wrote the book, I wasn't myself."

Keith felt a chill and his hair stood on end when he heard her words.

"... do you think-"

"I don't know. Maybe someone was controlling me and maybe this person or thing is looking at us right now but all of it is just my assumption. Though, don't worry too much about it. I don't have those kind of episodes any more. I mean the ones where I lose control of myself and stuff." she said reassuringly, to which Keith nodded silently.

"Anyways, answer my question will you?"

"Tch." he clicked his tongue as he really did not wish to answer that question. With a frown on his face, he began to speak, "Haaa... well, before I answer that question, why don't you guess the reason why I choose Clara?"

Emma pouted as she looked at him, "You're asking me questions now? Tch, but fine, the reason is very simple. All you men are the same, you only like those with big jugs."

Keith sighed and shook his head, "Yeah sure. Anyways, that was not the main reason. It her personality, her looks, the way she talked and even her awakened ability was considered when I picked her. I want someone who can protect themselves and treat me the same way I treat them. The size of their jugs only give them extra points but there's a limit you know? Too much is too bad."