Villain of my own novel

'Is that what Eshwar said when he mentioned something going on outside of the story and he has no involvement in it?'

"And, why are skills being created uselessly?" He mumbled out.

DING

[System ERROR.]

[Newly system created skills are being deleted.]

[System influence increased by 10.]

[Tokens are being rewarded for the users who helped in lowering the number of living.]

[Number of living lowered by the user: 59.]

[A orange token has already been awarded to the user.]

"This.... Nothing is from the novel I know anymore, huh..." Jiwoo mumbled.

'How the hell did the system know about the exact number of the monsters.... I mean the living.... ' the 'living' sounded way worse than he thought.

"God! I mean the monsters! How does it know the exact number?" he yelled, irritated.

He yanked an orange potion from his pockets near his calf and gulped it down in one gulp. His body tensed as he jumped down, grabbed a rock that appeared to be holdable, and began to descend the cliff.

*

He was soaked from the sea water, his body screamed in pain, and he had almost gone numb from the strong splashes of the sea water. He was almost at the bottom of the cliff when he realised there was nothing beneath his feet to stand on.

He moved to the sides to feel for something to keep his feet on, but he found nothing, so he returned to where he started, to climb back up.

CRACK

"F**k..." he cursed at his bad luck, knowing what was going to happen.

'I'll definitely die at the next collision if I don't swim away...' he thought.

CRACK (3x)

"Good bye... World.." he mumbled as the rock he held on cracked.

***

KNOCK, KNOCK

I walked towards Isha's room and knocked on it.

"Yes..." Isha's voice sounded.

CLUNK

"You ready yet?" I asked looking at her wearing black training outfit.

Her black hair was ponytailed, and her eyes sparkled with delight. Her outfit was stuck to her skin, emphasizing her perfect curves even more.

"Yes, let's go." Isha said.

"It's supposed to be a tr-training outfit, isn't it?" I covered my mouth, avoided her eye contact and mumbled out loud after another glance at her.

"Yes, is it bad?" she said in a dejected expression as her shoulders slouched forward.

"It is bad for me, cause we'll be going on a bike..." I mumbled in hushed tones, hoping she wouldn't hear me. Which was quickly proven to just be a wishful thinking.

"Eh?" she stared at with a blank face, seemed to unable to process what I just said.

"W-what do you mean???" she asked while avoiding eye contact and glancing all around me.

"W-well..." I stuttered.

'If she comes out like that everybody will stare at her, if she wears something else, she'll not be able to train....'

"Ah! Isha...." I called her out.

"Y-yes?" she asked.

"Stands up!" I said in stern voice.

She raised her hands before realizing what had just happened, so I took out my black baggy t-shirt from my subspace, slipped it on her, and pulled it down so perfectly that I, too, wondered how it was possible.

'Damn, isn't she taller than me? Or maybe it's just her legs that are long...'

She was wearing my t-shirt over her training outfit now, my baggy t-shirt that would come down until my thighs looked the same length on her as it did on me.

"Um.." She started fidgeting around.

'... She's so adorable... No, what did I do? She could have worn one of her own...' I was stunned by my own actions as I stared at her blankly.

"It-its lu-looking good.." I gave her a thumbs up and walked away with stiff movements.

*

VROOOM

I drove to the location where I planned to train her. She was wearing a helmet and sitting in the back seat, clutching my t-shirt.

'Drive slowly.... Slow down.... She is cautious about physical contact.... So, I have to be careful not to make her feel too uncomfortable..." I half-thought, half-mumbled, and suddenly realised that she was apprehensive about physical contact.

"Ah!" I realised my blunder but did not regret forgetting about it... because if I remembered, I would unintentionally treat her differently.

"Y-you can drive a little faster... the bicycle next to us going faster than us..." Isha mumbled.

"I mean, are going to be alright?" I asked to confirm.

"... Yes..." Isha said.

I extended my right arm slightly and wrapped a visible light blue mana strap around us, allowing her to sit comfortably without fear of falling off.

VRO-VROOOM

*

We arrived at the boundary between sectors one and two, where monster density is low enough for training.

Sector two, 'The Kalgar,' is a dense forest with only one small city near the portal area. The city is teeming with residents from the guilds and a branch of the hero association. Non-awakened people do not live in sector two because break outs occur frequently; The guilds and the association help to keep this place safe by reducing the number of monsters in the area.

Sector two is also known as the rookie training ground because the city is frequently raided by the monsters who live there for food or simply because they are bored to death. Only the weak... Lower intelligence monsters attack the city as all of the strong monsters of grade 8-10, with grade 10 being rare, are inhabited near the opposite border where we were now.

"You can remove the t-shirt if you want or if you think it'll hinder your movements." I said to Isha who was staring at me in disbelief.

"We are going hunt here?" she asked.

"No, 'you' are going to hunt here." I smiled at her.

".... B-bu-but the monsters here attack in hordes." She said.

"And?" I asked, smiling brightly which made her flinch.

"... Don't worry I'll help you if I think it's too much and.." I looked at her in the eye.

"No, magical attacks." I said firmly.

"Huh? I'm a mage though..." Isha rebuked.

"Yes, and I brought you here to train you in physical combat rather than magical one... And I brought you here to train you not to kill you, so don't worry, and let out all of your pent-up stress, because I know from experience that only physical exhaustion can help with stress relief." I said, brightly smiling.

KRRIEEKKK

"Excellent timing!" I mumbled.

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