Beware of the angst drama queen

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Sometimes, while Airplane was butchering his story for money, desperate for the next paycheck, he would stare at the wall in front of him, all the notes of the first version that he had penned down throughout the years. It was bittersweet actually, to write and write and write while his posts its and drawings of what it could have been stared at him from his wall, glaring at him from their makeshift pedestal of what ifs.

Yeah, it sucked. But a beautiful book wouldn't warm his belly or keep him from being thrown out of his apartment, so he didn't hesitate to pick up the knife and carve out the meat of his universe, hollowing his characters in name of the next bowl of noodles.

The one thing, however, that he allowed himself to be proud of was the speed at which he handled his updates, feeding his fans with at least ten thousand words per chapter. It might have lacked substance, or most of the time, plot, but he could type and type fast!

And now, like everything else in his past life, his reason for pride and joy came back to bite him in the ass.

Because why did this word document have an infinite symbol for the number of pages???

“Urgh Cucumber can't find out about this, never,” he grumbled as he scrolled down as fast as he could. It felt like hours but he still was reading about the OG Shen Jiu being an asshole to Binghe!

Ok, time to give up.

“System?”

The little glowing box appeared next to him in a sparkling gold color, so very different from the old dull green that made Airplane squint his eyes at it. He had had no other choice but to accept the upgrade, even though he didn’t trust it one bit. Especially because, uh.

As soon as he had woken up from whatever the update was, his System was… How could he explain it without sounding ungrateful or insane??! But there was no other way to put it, his System was just-

【Greetings, Creator! How can this System be of service? ( ・∀・)】

Too nice.

“Uh. Yea. Hi hello listen, is there a way for me to go to the end of the file without eternally scrolling?”

The little box swirled and in a blink it showed all the commands Airplane could use to speed up his progress. Like it was that easy to be helpful and polite instead of showing him a wall of warnings and cryptic messages that lead to nowhere.

See?? Suspicious!!

He tried a few commands, searching for things they might have discussed during, uh, Linguang-jun's... Negotiation, but after a few minutes of loading screen after loading screen showing up, the System pinged one more time.

【Warning! Warning! Warning! This System has to warn the Creator, jumping immediately to the end might send The Terminal to a Blue Screen of Death! (O_O；)】

Great. Amazing. Perfect.

“Which part is the closest I can get without overloading the processes? Or I don't know- another way to go through this instead of reading?”

The System swirled again, the loading symbol spinning with a good amount of freezing from time to time. He's about to ask the System to cancel the command when the entire room shifts to a white room with his desk in the middle of it, the wall in front of his laptop turning into the biggest screen he had ever seen. Displayed on it, all his files, the amount of documents almost as uncountable as the pages in his book.

“Okay, okay, I can work with this,” and back to scrolling he went. It wasn’t the best solution with the little bar on the right so compressed it seemed to be a line, but it was better than glaring at a wall of text with no end. He had to make pauses from time to time, checking the chapters names or their lack of, rubbing both hands all over his face, knocking his glasses off his nose and- holy shit he had glasses again oh fucking hell-

What was he even doing? He had no time for this, he had to find Mobei-jun, shit he had to find Cucumber-bro and his asshole of a husband that Airplane was so going to throw at the Abyss again for being such an asshole and unfilial son-

“I need coffee. Shit, System can I have coffee? I swear if we survive this I’m gonna find a fucking way to make coffee even if I have to go to the fucking Abyss myself-”

The softest ping! next to his ear made him turn his face to the side before the scent of fresh coffee hit his nose. It had been so many years, what the actual fuck was happening right now, he about to cry because?? That was the smell of fresh coffee?! Shit.

【One black coffee right away! (ﾉ・ヮ・)ﾉ旦

Would you like sugar and milk? 】

Maybe he just died.

Yes. Maybe this was his way of paying for everything his fans went through. Living as Shang Qinghua and having a happy ending wouldn’t be a fitting punishment, right?

What was it like Fullmetal Alchemist or some shit? He had to trade his life for coffee?! That was what the System considered equivalent?!

“How-” He licked his lips, unable to not pick up the mug in front of him, the warmth of it sending shivers down his spine. “How many points for this?”

【The Creator’s System is not based on points! As a Super User status, the Creator has vast liberties with the Universe, although being bound by the laws of the Universe of the story! °˖✧◝(・▿・)◜✧˖°】

He took a sip but he couldn’t swallow because what. What. Was this thing talking about???

WHAT????

“Hold on-” he almost went the Cucumber-bro route from how hard he had choked, but as he was already dead, it didn’t matter, ahahaha, right? RIGHT?? “What do you mean by that?! That doesn’t make any sense?? You telling me what, I can make up shit out of thin air just because?!”

【Not exactly! (・ヮ・)ﾉ As the Creator, you now have the permission to introduce new lore and deepen the story! However, your role as the Creator cannot modify what has already been established as canon by the main plot and the Main System! ( ◡‿◡ )】

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God!Shang Qinghua my beloved *dreamy sigh*

It's closer to be done than before but I still have some scenes to go for our dear Author to reach Godly levels!

But is close, I can feel it