[ Dear Readers,
The purpose of this novel is achieved, So no new chapters will be published from now on. ]
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"What the f*ck"?
It was the kind of Saturday rain that demanded laziness. The droplets drummed a steady, hypnotic rhythm against the double-paned glass, just enough to muffle the downpour into a lullaby.
Inside, the electric lights were off. Instead, a dim, cool daylight filtered through the window, softened by the heavy clouds outside. It washed over the modern, grey walls, making the whole room feel like a quiet, shadowy nest.
There was no clutter, just clean lines and the low, rhythmic hum of the ceiling fan spinning slowly overhead.
A boy appearing to be in his late teens can be seen sitting on the bed, sinking his weight into a large pillow he had propped vertically against the headboard to cushion his spine, a soft fluffy blanket covering his lower body while he keeps his knees tucked to his chest.
Steam drifting from the cup in his right hand, while his left held a tablet, the screen glowing as he browses through a web forum.
SIP~~
"Hah~"
"Even my tea needs tea for this sh*t"
On his mobile screen, an app called 'junkNovel' was open
A heated discussion was exploding under a forum post, moving at a frantic pace. It was a digital riot. Hundreds of replies were appearing every minute under the new live discussion feature, scrolling up the glass so fast that the text became a blur.
[Ur_Moms_Toy_69]: Haha nice joke. Now post Ch 1009 in 10 seconds!!! I swear, if this is real, I will hunt you down and shove a rusty pole so far up your rear you'll taste the tetanus.
[ StepSis_Stuck_In_Dryer]: "RIP to the legendary harem ending we never got to see. I'm going to go touch grass now. Just kidding, I'm going to cry in the shower"
[H*ntai_Scholar_PHD]: "God may forgive you, but I won't. I am currently looking up how to track IP addresses on YouTube tutorials. RUN."
[ Down_Bad_Tremendously] "I swear to god, if the 'Villain' was actually the hot Goth Mommy and we never get to see her punish the MC... I will burn this website to the ground. I didn't want a plot twist, I WANTED A TIT TWIST. 🤬"
[Show_Me_Bobs_Vagana]: "The 'purpose' was achieved? Brother, the only thing achieved is my depression. Send n*des to compensate for this trash ending."
---- [Squishy_Panties_Sniffer]: "Bro, asking for nudes? That is actual degenerate behavior. Have some self-respect and dignity. You are making the community look bad."
------- [rookie_101]: "Read your username. Slowly."
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'These people rant too much… although I get it. That novel ruled the charts for three straight years. Even a casual reader like me got attached to the story.'
'Who knows how long it will take to find another gem on this stupid app? Most novels these days are just 'ThotGPT' rubbish writing, usually featuring a girl with gravity-defying honkers and thick bumpers on the cover to bait clicks.'
SIP~~
"Hah~~~"
He finished the last of his cheap-but in his opinion, 'exquisite' tea and put the cup on the bedside table, tossing his phone to the side.
He wrestled the pillow from behind his back, slapping it down horizontally before face-planting into it. He straightened his legs, letting the fluff of the blanket swallow him whole.
It was perfect. A soft, tender warmth—neither too hot nor too cold. Just pure, unadulterated bliss.
"Assignments, homework… f*ck that. I will sleep the entire day today. Ahhh, I love this blanket."
But the supreme nemesis to his comfort arrived just as he was drifting off like a toddler.
The urge to pee.
It always struck at the worst possible time. It was the ultimate paradox: he was currently too full of sleep to pee, but too full of pee to sleep.
'Hahhh~ tough life.'
After five more minutes of denial and ten more curses directed at his bladder, he finally accepted defeat. Groaning, he dragged himself up to head toward the bathroom.
["Brrrring" "Brrrring"~]
'hmm'?
As the boy just placed his feet on ground to rise up from the bed, his phone started to ring.
'Unknown number? With a 'golden' caller ID?'
He picked up the call after looking at the dialler ID in confusion, as he never expected to get a call from someone who can afford the ultra-premium subscription of the dialler app. Whole purpose of it being nothing more than a show-off, rather than providing some actual features
"Hello?"
TING!
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"HELLO?"
[Ahem.. sorry the pause, the channel is still not stabilized with the mortal world]
"wh--"
[Anyways, I was about to meet you yesterday, but there was some issue with the gas station, so I was unable to departure.. the schedule is now messed up, and I am instructed to meet you immediately]
"I think you got the wrong gu-"
[Just don't be too surprised ok? It will be a bit different than my usual process]
"Oie! Liste-"
Beeeep
the call disconnected…
He immediately tried calling the number back
[The number you dialled, does not exist]
'hein?'
He looked at the number again, this time there was no golden caller id on it, and on looking at the number closely, there were only 11 digits! One less than the standard 12 digits format used in his country.
???
He tried a few more times but the call did not connect.
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'is there a glitch in my phone? Was that a prank? Who was that guy? Meeting me? Was that a wrong number? But the number itself is wrong…..'
He contemplated on this really weird incident for a few more minutes, until his body reminds him of the pressure building in his bladder…
'well, whatever, I will think about this later'
He pushed the weird incident to the back of his mind—he wasn't going to let a prank call ruin his lazy Saturday. He headed straight for the restroom.
A few minutes later, relieved, he shuffled back to his room and dove straight back into the safety of his blanket.
White
The next moment.. he didn't knew what or how, he just saw white.
And the moment after that–
TIIIINNNNNNNN
This was not a external sound, it was his brain filling the gap with a high-pitched ringing. The gap of his eardrums which was ruptured just now
'I a-?'
CRAAAAAAAASH!
Impact.
It wasn't pain at first. It was just pressure. Unimaginable, bone-grinding pressure. He was flung like a ragdoll against the far wall, bouncing off it before slapping wetly onto the floor, the wetness being his own blood which splashed all around
Then, the pain receptors activated...
The pain… it was such mind-boggling signal that overloaded his brain. His neurons felt like they were melting. The signal was too strong. His brain couldn't process it, so it did the only thing it could.
It shut down.
Black.
…
Grey.
His system rebooted. His eyes fluttered open. He was seeing things through a thick fog. Dust swirling in the air. Broken wood.
Thump.
His heart beat once. With that beat, reality crashed back in.
"AAAGGH-"
He tried to scream, but only a wet gurgle came out, and even that is not audible to him as he can only hear the constant tingling sound, His lungs were punctured. He was drowning in his own fluids.
His brain was flashing between "ON" and "OFF." The pain was so intense that he would blackout for a second, wake up, feel the pain, and blackout again.
Pain. Darkness. Pain. Darkness.
In the middle of the chaos, a single natural instinct clicked in. The most basic thought of any living thing.
RUN. GO TO THE EXIT.
He placed his hands on the sticky, blood-covered floor. He tried to push himself up. He tried to plant his feet.
Nothing happened.
He felt a weird, heavy dragging sensation.
Confused, he tilted his head back
He choked. There were no legs. Not anymore.
From the waist down, he was just… meat. The impact had crushed his lower body against the floor. His pyjama pants were shredded, mixed with grey dust and red muscle. His left shin bone was snapped in half, sticking out into the air like a broken white stick.
It didn't look like a human body. It looked like roadkill.
He collapsed back onto his chest. Tears mixed with the blood on his face. But the instinct to live was too strong. He couldn't stand? Fine. He decided to crawl.
He dug his fingernails into the wooden floor. He pulled.
Squelch.
The sound of his ruined lower body dragging across the floor was wet and sickening. Jagged bones scraped against the wood. Friction tore at his exposed raw flesh.
"Ghh… hnn…"
He moved one inch. The pain was blinding. It felt like his lower half was on fire.
CRACK.
Gravity wasn't finished with him. Above him, a heavy slab of concrete from the ceiling, loosened by the crash, gave way.
CRUNCH.
It landed directly on his already destroyed legs. It flattened them into a paste.
His head snapped back. His eyes bulged out, capillaries bursting, turning his vision red. He opened his mouth in a silent scream. The pain was no longer a feeling, it was a heavy weight, crushing his soul.
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think
THE CONFUSION THE PAIN THE AGONY THE SUFFERING
He turned his head back because of a instant reflex of his body wanting to see what more curse has befallen onto it.
The dust had settled enough.
Then… he saw it,
He froze.
A truck. A giant, chrome delivery truck. It was sitting inside his room. On the ninth floor.
Steam hissed from its grill. How? his mind screamed. It's impossible.
His dying eyes looked up at the windshield.
Empty
The driver's seat was empty. There was only a black leather seat.
It wasn't an accident. The truck hadn't driven here. It had appeared here.
A cold, suffocating helplessness washed over him. He wasn't fighting a human. He was fighting a glitch. He was an insect being crushed by a boot that didn't exist.
'I have to escape'
The fear was greater than the pain. He stupidly tried to move again, the pain at this point was soo much, that his brain refused to process anything else, the only stupid thought which come into it was- 'to escape'.
But the universe was much crueller than his stupidity
Above his head, a second, larger slab of concrete snapped off.
He didn't hear it fall.
SPLAT.
There was no pain. One moment, he was terrified, crying, reaching for the door. The next moment, his skull and chest were flattened into the floorboards like a crushed tomato.
his struggle stopped instantly. The room was silent, except for the hissing steam of the empty truck.
This was end of him…
The end of A DESIRE
Or is it?
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