Thomas sits on the sofa; in front of him is a dining table where there are many dishes. This time he was in the middle of a beach, under the shadow of a coconut tree. The satisfying sound of the sea and chirping of birds spreading throughout the area.
Thomas sat on a chair, eating noodles with a fork.
"Hmm," Thomas nodded, his mouth filled with noodles. "But what's the genre?, tell me some basic things first"
"Hmm, that's cool, a bit more about the story, main plot and stuff,"
Before the Outer could complete his line, Thomas stretched his hands and shouted. "DON'T give me spoilers alright," Then he murmured. "I hate spoilers"
Outer stayed silent for a while as Thomas kept eating.
"Mmm, that's pretty generic, to be honest. Is it your first time writing a story?"
"Well, it's still better than… my first story is still better than your last kick; car-kun is doing a better job than you."
"If you keep mocking me, I won't play the MC role" Thomas hits the table after shouting at outer, but breaking the law of the universe, it didn't cause any noise or even an inch of movement to the table, and dishes.
"Noo!, okay okay!, I will be the MC; I'm sorry, " Thomas shouted, squeezing his eyes shut, covering his ear, bowing his head.
Thomas calmed himself, taking a deep breath before he said. "By the way, I wanna ask something, Why did you give that guy too much chicken to eat? why with him?"
Outer looked down, pressing lips together.
Thomas's eyes widened, mouth agape. "That's…" Thomas replied gently. "I'm sorry to hear that" Thomas slowly raises his head, clenching his fist. "I will… for you, I will eat a whole fried chicken"
"Yes, for you, my friend." Thomas said as he narrowed his eyes. Outers served him all the dishes made from chicken that he got from Google. He looks at the whole Chicken with determination before holding both of its legs with two hands.
"Ahh, ok, if you say" All the chicken dishes were replaced with random dishes again.
"Deal," Thomas replied before nodding once. [Click] His ear flinched as a sound reaches Thomas's ear, before a blue screen appears In Front of him. "Why do you have to talk with this cliche system stuff?" Thomas asks, squinting his eyes.
"No, systems are completely overused; if you like gaming, just go play a game; why would you insert a game inside a story, and why are you lying to me? We just made a deal, didn't we?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. System sucks, plot armour and golden fingers also suck, to sum it up, even isekai sucks,"
<.... You are in one tho… isekai novel… and you want to have fun too>
"That's because, well, that's–" Thomas was scratching his head as his gaze shifted into side-eyes before the author intervened with a composed voice.
Thomas turns his head towards the screen.
[The deal has been made.
Two of you will have to follow certain rules.
1 - The author can't do things that don't make sense in that world. (Except a few things like - adding memories into someone's mind, but it shouldn't contradict the previous memory of the person.
2- MC can wish to change the plot if he doesn't like it, but the story has to have gifts received by the fans.]
"That's what it says." Thomas says, looking at the word "gifts". "The first rule, isn't it common sense," Thomas says, expecting some response from outer, but he stays quiet. "Dude?"
"Well, it's a good thing that I can get a chance to change the plot, but would anyone even read your story?"
"Nothing"
"Wait, that weird guy? Chicken addict?"
"Nah dude, it's fine, you can–"
"No, male god is fine"
The white cubic room.
"Wellcome human"