My novel had a terrible ending. A reader who held a grudge tracked me down and hacked me to death.
After that, I was reborn into the world of the novel I’d written. This world wasn’t just full of apocalyptic dangers; it also had girls who wanted to shower me with affection at every turn.
One day, I went to my best friend’s house. After eating some dinner she’d carefully prepared for me, I couldn’t fight off sleep. But as I drifted out of consciousness, I thought I saw a sweet, serene smile slowly spread across my best friend’s face.
What followed was a night I would never forget.
