Shameless Transmigration: I turned everyone on!

Tied up for the real catfight!

Frozen Milk was on the verge of exasperation. Right here, right now he would've loved to take on all the monsters and be ripped apart brutally than to be here and endure the painful humiliation. Shameful, couldn't even begin to describe the hot, earth-swallowing feeling Frozen Milk tried hard to control.

He was the author! He was the damn author so why couldn't he split seas to be drowned, crack grounds to fall into the abyss, catapult himself into the sky to fall to his death? Wasn't that unfair? Instead, he had to watch and witness the greatest tragic climax of the story be reduced to a fucking catfight!

Fuck, everyone calm down! I love you all equally! Ok, I do have some that I love more than the others but you're all my kids, ok? Yet those words kept getting stuck in his throat as he hung tied up, head down from the tree.

Yes, that was right. Upside down, in front of Frozen Milk, his greatest characters fought over who was his favourite. His protagonist, his villain, his author protagonist and his holy beauty. They fought over who could be the one to keep him? What the fuck was he a possession, a toy?

Then they came to the decision to tie him where everyone could see him. Fuck, couldn't you've at least tied me up in a chair instead of having me endure the blood gushing into my eyes every fucking second?

And then they proceeded to settle the matter by having a fucking word contest! What in the fucking butthole was a word contest? It was as stupid as it sounded.

You'd sit in a nice circle and bombard each other with arguments like in a debate round and the one who had the most valid point able to humiliate the others into despair would win.

But rather than that they chose to use all their experiences, their adventures with Frozen Milk to see who had a deeper connection to their creator. Of course, they were all embarrassing and shameful stories of Frozen Milk!

He knew, he knew he didn't leave any good impressions in his own story, ok? He knew he was a walking shame button for everyone to press when they felt violated by his existence.

Fuck! And the system stayed quiet all the time. No, it wasn't quiet, it was quietly snickering in one corner of Frozen Milk's brain. What was new?

It could at least choose not to reside in his mind to make fun of him but since his system was a proper sadist, it'd obviously let him feel the all so more painful humiliation that a computer, an AI looked down on him, a mere mortal. His humanity was made fun of by this shit!

Frozen Milk couldn't believe and he couldn't breathe. It was the end of the book, the final confrontation where blood, sacrifices and tears would flow but instead of the epic fight he spent weeks of squeezing out his creative juices to describe, it became a fierce word blowing fight.

Word after word, story after story, it all stabbed Frozen Milk in his most vulnerable spot! His ego was attacked over and over again, it was instant KO!

Fair enough, Frozen Milk had to admit that even as a writer he wouldn't have been able to write this unswerving word slaughter. It was too much for any writer!

How did it all end up like this? Years passed after Frozen Milk transmigrated, the world was already unified and Frozen Milk withstood the greatest death flag of telling his characters about the truth that all of this was just a book Frozen Milk wrote, yet the only thing those fucked up heroes did was to fight over him!

Yes, he felt honoured he was their world but just let him down from that tree! No matter how many times he called out to them they couldn't hear him. Their arguments were in their most heated phase!

Frozen Milk felt his soul slowly leaving his body. All his main characters became even more handsome and beautiful than it'd be allowed yet what regressed wasn't their immaturity, on the contrary, it even rose, but their fucking intelligence stats never got levelled up! And that was the most important thing needed to survive!