YM778.TV Chapter 50 50: Amon And Tia
Amon\'s body dashed across the rooftops like magic, his body and face assaulted by the fierce chilling bite of the night wind.
He couldn\'t solve such issues with his power, needing to build trust with his mother, the company, Kizuna and many others, it was quite a task, but he felt exhilarated.
Just being alive was enough for him at this moment.
Yet his face was filled with a smile, the huge world with two moons gracing him with their presence.
Both moons are so huge they covered half of the sky as he leapt down from the huge 5-floor building using a blink dragon step before touching the ground, a trail of purple Qi following his body like a swirling mist.
Tap Tap!
[Oi...]
His feet walked across the concrete, watching the night vendors selling their cheap food while his eyes browsed around with a sense of marvel.
\'I am alive again.\'
\'Even after all that shit... Alive in the worlds I created, finally with my full freedom...\'
"Big sis, how much for the fried cabbage and pork buns?"
"Ohohoh~ big sis? You are such a flirt! For your 2$ for four!"
[Amon...]
Amon swiped his card, glad that when he was writing his novel, he made sure that even the elderly people with carts had POS machines, so those annoying people who only brought cards would not make the elderly people feel awkward when they asked for cash.
"Enjoy, handsome young man!" Her skilled hands plucked two soft buns from her cart—they were clean and plump, bouncing as they landed on the metal grill.
\'Another good thing was making all the hygiene and cleanliness far above my world..."
"Ah, I love Baozi... it tastes like I remember!"
The old couple laughed at him, watching him move through the dark streets of the entertainment sector—his aim was only one.
Shazong\'s number 1 bar.
A cheeky little woman owed him something, and he would take it rather than the old Amon, who was too passive.
\'Just wait, Ming Xue~ this Amon won\'t let you win so easily.\'
[Stop Ignoring me!]
[Amon, please...]
Amon\'s body vanished within the crowd, appearing in the next moment on top of a neon sight, looking down at the city\'s busy nightlife he once spent hours, even days, planning, a sense of nostalgia and happiness in his chest.
\'So you finally learned some manners?\'
[Who showed some manners, you bastard! Ignoring me, letting that wolf go! Where did the souls go.]
[Don\'t push me, Amon! I will take everything away from you!]
Despite her tough words, Amon knew this girl wasn\'t serious—her cute tone and worry were obvious, but he felt a sense of appreciation for her.
Someone who always supported him, even after everything was stolen...
Unlike other readers who just read it on another site and then bashed him despite another person changing and writing the story as they wanted, making it a cash grab with no depth and cheap thrills copying the trends.
Amon was different now—using his config and character profile page, he could stop his thoughts from being read by her, and only when he wanted could she hear them.
So to her, he had been acting without thinking for the past 2 hours after awakening.
\'This girl, doesn\'t she know how cute she sounds even when mad?\'
[Keh... useless bastard!]
"..."
His chest told him to hold back, but he couldn\'t!
\'Listen here, you damn little midget!\'
[Who is a midget!]
\'You are! Barely 5ft tall with huge tits and your stupid inverted nipples!\'
[Wha!? How!!! I am 5ft 4 inches, you bastard! Merely Amon and acting so cheeky!]
Amon wasn\'t too angry, but rather he sat back against the sign, the night breeze across his face, memories of the past that weren\'t fully his and the memories of despair from his true life constantly fighting each other, causing his mind to be a little chaotic.
\'Shall I quote the first one... "Dear Author here is a picture to help spur your imagination on making the main heroine! (Nude.jpg) I hope it can help you on those lonely nights while writing." remember?"
[...]
He leaned back, taking a bit out of the soft baozi, the steaming juices from the pork and cabbage mix oozing down his lips as he began to swallow them whole—he bought six like a little fat man.
The taste was nostalgic because he used his real mother\'s taste when writing the book.
A sad little addition, but when he wrote his books, he liked to insert parts of his life and soul into their creation, from the wine he drank while writing a chapter to the dinner his ex-girlfriend would make.
[Y-you.... how.... what!? No..... Those..... Amon...?]
He understood her confusion, the Amon that shouldn\'t exist in this world, the Amon that took her virginity on that warm summer evening when the AC broke down, and she cried because it hit her cervix, and they stopped halfway.
\'Damn, hentai and manga fooled me... thinking it would feel good, but she just screamed like she was stabbed... good thing it didn\'t cause a prolapse...\'
[How can it be you....]
[You died...]
\'Do you think anyone else could see those pictures you sent me? Damn... I\'d never seen a woman naked before, and here was a damn puffy vagina spread apart by short fingers while her thick thighs were spread, only a stupid mask hiding her face.\'
\'Not to mention how hairy you--\'
[Stop! No!]
[Don\'t speak!]
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!]
[Can\'t hear you!]
She seemed caught in a cycle of disbelief—her words quietly whispered as she muttered and denied it.
So he threw a bomb, something he would never dare to write in his book, but this damn dwarf was being too difficult.
\'What about the girl that farted when she first had an orgasm during sex?\'
[...]
[DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE BAASTARD!""£!"£!%£$%^&YY$%^$]
[I don\'t fart, you fuck! Why are you such a fucking liar? It was you! Amon, you nasty writer! Smelly, Smut, Author! Always wanting to go down on me! Hmph! I don\'t believe it!]
\'Are you doing well?\' His thoughts were now gentle, like a soft sound on the breeze of the wind.
\'Is life hard without me?\'
\'Why are you here and not working as an artist like you wanted?\'
\'Tia, do you regret our breakup?\'
[Ah!?]
[No!?]
[The real....!?]
[Amon... My Amon...?]
[...]
The line became quiet moment before he heard sniffling and her complaints about him, calling him a bastard or a bed yakuza before she returned, pretending his last questions didn\'t exist.
[You died... Are you here for real, Amon... Weltz? My Amon?]
"Ah, the real, bonafide Amon! So prepare your fat little butt for a good spanking."
[Hehehe~]
"What biggest fan... you\'re just a stalker..."
[Stalker!? Call me ex-girlfriend! Bastard!]
\'Heh... damn dwarf that snores and drools on the bed and loves anal creampies!\'
[Nonono! I am a pure fairy... the readers will hate me! If I am not pure..!]
\'...\'
\'Why are you here? Where are you?\'
He felt conflicted—she must have known on some level it was him because she changed the spirits of all the Amon spirits not to see her as a target for romance, but the shattered soul of his, she didn\'t.
Amon looked into the sky, the world changing to his former work, the sky filled with smog, the neon sight outside his dingy apartment was half broken and dusty while the beautiful image of a blurry girl sat beside him, her short legs kicking the wall as they dangled.
The memory only lasted a moment before it faded, a small tear slipping down his cheek.
Because he knew that if she was here...
[So it was you...]
\'Hmmm?\'
[I felt nostalgic... and only revealed myself and name because... He acted like you... sometimes.]
\'Oh? Like when.
She then spoke about her feelings, about waiting for the chance to meet him as Amon Weltz, because Tia was here, so why wouldn\'t he be when he died first?
\'Was it obvious?\'
[Hahaha, the moment you had sex with Alice, it was!]
[I know you based her off me... but then changed her because I got jealous, only keeping the ass the same shape and feeling inside, right?]
[The way you were taking notes as we had sex... for your smut... haha so stupid... does she feel like me? Even the way my ass would tighten slowly along your shaft?]
\'....\'
Amon felt awkward—what is this coming out of his fetishes with his ex-girlfriend speaking in his head?
[Then your teasing of Ming Xue and the wine with Elma... Only someone as annoying as the real you would remember that stupid pinot crap...]
[And that... hussy...]
\'Rebecca?\'
[Mmmm... you made me cosplay her... and make R18 pictures together... So I knew it was not the Novel Amon... because of all those lives, he NEVER saved Rebbecca even when he got a few memories back!]
\'Did you miss me?\'
[...]
[Mm....]
[I love you, even now...]
\'Silly dwarf... A failed author what\'s to love.\'
[Big cock... good oral...]
\'OI! Speak some real qualities!\'
[Makes nice food.]
\'...\'
\'Why did you use your real name?\'
\'Tell me where you are, and I\'ll find you—if you want to stay beside me, I will make a place for you no matter what.\'
[...]
[Amon... I\'m so happy... Ehehe~]
Her voice sounded strange, with a tinge of happiness but with the muffled sound of tears before her voice faded completely.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The rhythmic beeping of a bedside electrocardiogram (ECG commonly used for patients in a hospital.)
Suddenly a familiar mature woman\'s voice sounded—it was filled with a sense of delight and sorrow at the same time.
He knew the voice but couldn\'t quite pinpoint who it was.
"Oh.... you\'re finally awake? Tia?" the sound was faint, followed by the slightly increased speed of the beeping before it faded.
Amon tried to should and continued to call her name repeatedly, but their connection was cut, and she didn\'t reply again.
He was left sitting on the sign, his body and mind cool from the breeze, while the wrapping of the final baozi fell into the wind, blowing away from his grasp as he reached to catch it, almost metaphoric for how he lost Tia in the past.
\'Why didn\'t I just hold onto her tightly instead of getting angry at my novel being taken...\'
\'My little dwarven angel...\'
Looking towards the city\'s centre, where most hospitals were, he took a deep breath.
"My little Tia, are you here somewhere suffering?"
Without any thought, he pulled out his phone before sending a message to Rebecca, Kizuna and Elma.
And his mother with a more urgent message about Tia.
All are asking for their help to find her.
Finished messaging, he stood up from the neon sign, a sad look in his eyes as he dropped down, his body flashing out of sight, but it didn\'t reappear in this district again and vanished into the night sky.