„Let's get our story started by introducing you with the protagonist shall we?“ said a bubbly voice in a tone that indicated it as more of a statement than a question.
„Here, see? Well you can't really ' see ' but you can imagine can't you?“ rattled the moderately annoying voice.
Whilst indicating towards a young man in his mid 20s whose wearing rough brown leather armor and wearing a face that belongs in a freak show.
„Hey! What to you mean ' a face that belongs in a freak show ' ?!“ stated the ugly boy who is walking along the woodlands.
„What the hell?! I'm not that ugly in fact i would say that i am actually slightly above average in this world.“ Once again the boy refuses to accept the fate of being malformed but no matter for he can't escape his inner narrator.
„That's right Kel! You can't escape our witty commentary right narrator nr.1?“ said the bubbly voice who in fact is quite right.
„Ugh... Why must i be stuck with these annoying voices in my head? Oh yeah it's because i traded my ' sanity ' for some power. The powers were quite worth it though.“ as Kel comes to acceptance of his fate he continuous on with his soliloquy.
„Right. Well the manor is still a few days away so I'll be having to but up with these annoying things for quite some time...“
„Hey! Shouldn't the audience know what's going on? Otherwise they can't get a good wrap on the story!“
„Huh? Audience? What the hell are you talking about? Ah these things are so weird. Wait... are the gods observing me?!“
„Shuush you! I'm talking to narrator-chan here!“ said the annoyed bubbly voice who like usual didn't stay annoyed for much longer.
„Well i do have some great self control if i do say so myself! Wait. Where was i? Oh right the backstory! So how about it narrator-chan care to tell us the story so far?“
...
„Heh looks like he's ignoring you.“
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*cough* „Well never mind nr.1 I'm actually a far superior story teller!“ says the arrogant bubbly voice who is quite full of herself.
„Hahaha when these annoying little shits are fighting each other it actually feels quite humorous unlike when they make fun of me all day every day.“
„Our protagonists story goes back 23 years to the day he was born though the interesting stuff begins when he was already 11 years old.“
„Oi, are you ignoring me?“
„Why specifically then? It's because that's the time where our protagonist whose spirit came from another world possessed a timid innocent young boys body making the child lose his chance, at life in this world.“ *sniff*
„Hey! That wasn't my fault it was all because of life's system!“
„What made our protagonist even more detestable was the fact that once he possessed the child he started celebrating right in the face of the young boys dying bed ridden sister saying ' Wohoo life in a new world with magic and shit! Oh i am so getting a harem and become a immortal god! '
„Okay i may have been a bit over enthusiastic there but to be honest none of us even care about a chick that died like a week after i got here right?“ says the overly selfish and cruel Kel whose clear lack of empathy is showing itself again.
*Sound of a 4ft brown badger with metal for feet jumping at a ugly young man walking in the woods*
„Woah isn't that a wereslugger?“ says the bubbly voice as more of a statement than a question.
*Insert description of a high level fight with many detailed elaborations and strategies*
„Isn't that a bit cheap and lazy?“ questions the bubbly voice an unnecessary question.
„Well cheap tactics are a major part of my fighting style but i defiantly wouldn't say it's lazy considering i'm covered in wounds, dirt and shit...“ says the clearly oblivious Kel.
„See what i mean? Our audience has no idea how that shit stain got on him, hell even I don't know how that shit stain got on him!“ whines the bubbly voice to a clearly over exaggerated problem.
„Audience?“ asks the puzzled Kel as he takes off his shit covered leather jacket.
„Damn it got on my undershirt as well, fuck“ mutters Kel.
„Hey Kel you better not take off that undershirt or you'll potentially show your malformed body to some random bystander in the woods.“ warns the bubbly voice in a rare serious tone.
As Kel snorts in response he takes off his undershirt like the wannabe rebel he's showing his chiseled body with one very eye catching crimson crystal ball in the spot where his heart is supposed to be.
„There is no way that someone is going to be here in the middle of the woods where you can encounter weresluggers.“
*sounds of bow strings being drawn*
„Oh sh-“
„Well what to we have here a demon sucker heh go out hunting for a wereslugger and you find a sin dealer a tired one at that. Aren't i just lucky?“ says the young girl who came out a bush.
„HA told you so!“ says the bubbly voice with no sense for danger.