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Character: The author

World: Oasis

Notes:

I'm not entirely sure what this is.

Chapter 43

To finish what I started

He took a deep breath.

Everyone else were long gone now, leaving him within the silent ruins of the arena. Yet, he could still hear the screams of those taken from right under his nose. He made one more glance at the note in his hand, ready to rip it up into a million pieces.

Dear Author,

While ransacking your office, we found a whole bunch of characters you weren't even using. As such, we took it upon ourselves to give them a new purpose. We doubt you'll mind at all. If you do… too fucking bad! You are never getting them back!

Have a nice day,

-The Angels

Just looking at the piece of paper a second time only seemed to make him feel even more frustrated. That was the problem with being a powerless god. While you did have the power to create and teleportation, but that was pretty much it. He could just shift forms, but it was appearance only. Even when he did gain the powers through it, they were usually temporary and quite unpredictable when used. Not that there really were any situations that could be used as training.

At best, he was just a scribe with the help of a small harem stretched across two , he could add paradox to that list of things. And while he couldn't change that, he could do one thing.

"It's about time I did this." he thought as he placed the note down and quickly dug through his pockets. Eventually he pulled out a crude clay doll of what looked to be an Ophanimon. Well, if Ophanimon were dressed in the dress equivalent of a female white mage and wielding a claymore. But for so long, the details had been bare and rough from a mix of wear and the author never seeming to find the time to complete it. But now seemed like as good a time as any. He casually made quick work of it, making it an even better creation than it was before."There we go."

The author cracked a smile and stared up towards the sky, making out a small pair of reddish orange birds flying overhead as he raised the doll up. Even with them giving off so little light, his creation shined even brighter than before.

"How fitting…" the author thought and cracked a smile. "May this light will continue to burn on, no matter what dares to snuff it out."

For once in what seemed like forever, things seemed to be looking up. While he doubted it would all be smooth sailing, he and his creations would just have persevere.

A few seconds later, a bright light overcame the area and signalled the end of the cycle...