I limped into the back-alley behind the now ransacked grocery store, blood dripping from my temple, black spots already dancing in my vision.
I stumbled towards the nearest concrete wall, praying that that wannabe-gangster wasn't about to sock me in the head again.
Hold up. Wait a minute. WHY AM I NARRATING?!
That only happens in fic- oh no. HELL NAH.
I slid down against the grimy wall, head landing with a dull thump on my knees.
So -
- I just got Isekai'd (Check ✅️) Because this was definitely not my house, nor my country, with how that robbery just played out.
- I'm homeless (Check ✅️) Since there's no conveniently timed memories flooding my brain to add on to the concussion I currently have.
- There's a very, very, high chance that I'm in the fic I was about to write. Which means, there is likely someone reading this, and an Author which happens to not be me! Which means I have no control over what happens to me, and-
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Whilst we have our dear main-character hyperventilating and looking like the beaten-up rat he is, this Author presents to you....
DRUMROLL...
[Redacted]'s, or now, our MC's, skin stitching itself together! (Exciting, right? deadpans )
His...cheat, if you can even call it that, more like a power, revealing itself. And he'd soon find out, just how screwed he was.