"FluffyCat..."

Charles repeated the name quietly beneath his breathe.

The beautiful woman suddenly coughed, making blood spill from her lips.

Mixed within the blood was a blue liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the air before dripping onto the bedsheets.

His first instinct was to rush over and help her. However, he quickly stopped himself.

He had no idea what condition she was suffering from, and might only cause more harm.

So, he stayed where he was.

The woman wiped her mouth, spreading blood onto the back of her hand.

"Yes, I’m FluffyCat. But please..." she said weakly. "Don’t call me that. It’s embarrassing. It’s just a pseudonym."

Charles stared at her.

But FluffyCat is all I’ve ever known you as.

"Call me Charlotte instead."

Charlotte.

The name felt strangely ordinary.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask a hundred different questions at once, but Charlotte spoke before he could.

"Listen carefully. I don’t have much time."

She shifted slightly in the bed and moaned slightly in pain.

"Every day, I can only stay awake for a few minutes. My body has become weak because of ***** and his influence over this novel."

Charles frowned.

The moment Charlotte tried to say the name, the sound became incomprehensible.

It was as though something was censoring it.

He wanted to interrupt her to try and get more answers, but if she truly only had a few minutes left, then listening was more important.

He needed to understand why he had been brought here.

"This world is breaking," Charlotte continued. "A fifth apocalypse is coming. One I never wrote."

Charles felt a chill run down his spine.

"A fifth apocalypse?"

Charlotte nodded.

"Something has changed the story. It’s no longer following the path I created."

She paused for a few moments before continuing.

"I needed help. Someone from outside the novel. Someone who understood this novel"

Her silver eyes settled on him.

"And you were the best candidate."

The words felt surreal.

This was the author herself.

The creator of the world he had spent months obsessing over.

Yet there was no time to dwell on that.

Charlotte continued.

"I wrote you into the story. It was the only way. I know, it was selfish, and it makes me feel so guilty. I should have killed myself instead, and you must believe me, I would have... But if I did, millions would have died."

Her voice grew weaker.

"At the last moment, I created a place for you in this world instead. It consumed more energy than I expected, but without it, you could never have entered."

So that’s how I got here...

Saving the lives of millions...

The explanation answered one question and created ten more.

"But why me?" Charles asked. "What exactly do you want me to do? I know the dangers of this world, and they are too much for me to handle."

Charlotte coughed again.

More blood and glowing blue liquid flew from her mouth. She looked worse than before.

"Prevent the fifth apocalypse, by defeating *****."

Charles waited for more. Surely there had to be more.

"That’s it?"

Charlotte gave a faint shake of her head.

"No."

For a moment, she seemed to struggle with whether or not to continue. Her cheeks blushed slightly, which only confused Charles.

Then she added. "You’ll also need to act as my..." But before she couldn’t finish, her eyes started shutting.

For the first time since arriving, Charles stood from his chair and approached the bed.

He gently shook her shoulder.

The moment his hand touched her, he was surprised by how fragile she felt. It was like touching a person who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

"Act as your what?" he asked again.

Charlotte’s eyes opened slightly. She gathered enough energy just to finish her sentence.

"My husband."

Then, her eyes finally closed again. Her chest still rose and fell softly, which meant she was asleep, rather than dead.

Charles stood there in silence for a few moments.

Your husband?

Why?

What does that have to do with saving the world?

He looked down at the unconscious woman. Even covered in blood and clearly suffering from some terrible illness, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

It’s not like I’m going to complain.

I just want answers.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like he would be getting any more today.

After waiting another minute, he finally stood from his seat.

Immediately, something felt strange. His perspective seemed... higher.

Have I grown?

He glanced around the room and quickly found a full-length mirror. Walking over to it, he examined his reflection.

The face staring back at him was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He was himself, but he had clearly changed.

His hair was medium-length and black. His eyes were the same colour. His face was handsome, clean-shaven, and sharper than he remembered.

As for his clothing, he wore straight black trousers and a white long-sleeved shirt tucked neatly into them.

His shoes were black with golden designs running across them.

They looked expensive. In fact, he looked like royalty.

After finishing his inspection, Charles moved toward the enormous window overlooking the city below.

The moment he looked outside, he realised he recognised the place.

This is Elurion. The capital of the Silverblessed Kingdom.

He immediately recognised the sprawling silver rooftops and towering structures.

Elurion was home to one of the most infamous Raid Towers in the entire story.

Raid Towers were one-hundred-floor structures filled with dangers, treasures, and powerful enemies.

The higher one climbed, the greater the rewards became.

Unfortunately, the dangers increased as well.

Charles stared at the palace surrounding him.

The Author placed herself at the top floor.

I suppose that makes sense if she wanted to stay hidden from this unspeakable villain. However, that leaves me in a difficult position if I want to leave this place

I would have to travel down the tower backwards, starting with the most dangerous floor first: the 99th.

Then another thought occurred to him.

Wait. If I’m a character now... Shouldn’t I have access to the power system?

The strange feeling in his body suddenly made a lot more sense.

Charles focused on a single word.

Status.

Immediately, information appeared before him.

It worked!

「Charles Abraham」

Grade: Novice (1st Grade)

Potential: Supreme God/Devil (11th Grade)

Class: Editor

Subclass: None

Titles: None

Spells:

﹂ Supreme Spell [Editor’s Authority]

Allows the user to impose a temporary spoken law upon reality within its domain, prohibiting actions that were previously allowed. Laws do not effect the editor.

Techniques:

﹂ Supreme Technique [Author’s Mana Circulation]

A mana circulation technique created by the Author. Allows the user to produce and circulate mana through the veins, enabling the casting of spells any grade above their own grade if sufficient mana is available.

Passives:

「Author’s Aura」

When within a 1km radius of the Author, all physical abilities are increased by 100%.

Mutations:

「None」

...

Interesting...