Shameless Transmigration: I turned everyone on!

What real pleasure means- Part 2

His author was actually an antagonist to the original story. The question now was did Frozen Milk love his protagonist inside the book more or his transmigrated author character? This was not even a competition? How could such an obvious and biased result even be called a competition?

It was clear, his author was scum, he had to stop him. Frozen Milk had a new mission and goal: become a monk, get their powers and stop his evil author character.

Frozen Milk finally knew what it meant to take responsibilities, he created this abomination of a character, he as the parent had to put an end to it.

Frozen Milk looked at the back of his true, one and only protagonist and swore he'd protect him and even the villain who tried to kill him. Frozen Milk felt like he finally shed the image, the personality of being a scum like a snake and was reborn. He was given a second chance to do good and he would take it and exceed all the expectations.

He was proud of himself and felt the readers would actually encourage him and shower him with praise.

Frozen Milk was so absorbed in his thoughts, he didn't even notice it was already dark. His protagonist stopped:

"Let's find a place to spend the night. It's getting late and dangerous."

Frozen Milk nodded.

It wasn't long before they actually found a small abandoned cabin in the mountains. It was a small one-room but the floor was big enough to have two grown men sleep on it and even house the toilet.

"Where should I put this?" the protagonist was sincerely worried where a good spot to put this esteemed trophy would be.

Frozen Milk went blank again and all he could say was: "Seriously?"

It just came out like well-lubed sticks, he didn't even mean to say it.

"Sorry, did I offend you? I was trying to figure out where I should put this expensive, glorious thing. The ground is too dirty."

Frozen Milk's facial features melted into three straight lines, how was this protagonist so gullible? It wasn't even funny anymore.

"Just put it down, it's alright. It's fake anyway."

"Ah," his protagonist put it down and shot Frozen Milk a pitiful look, "I'm sorry, you must've been scammed. Many newcomers come here but to see someone being scammed to this extent is really amazing."

What the hell are your eyes glistening like this for?

Frozen Milk wanted to bash his head somewhere.

His protagonist seemed genuinely amazed by him. He was excited like a puppy that watched his owner doing an amazing trick.

"Don't be amazed by something like this!" Frozen Milk couldn't help but shout as he looked into his protagonist's big innocent eyes.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" the protagonist sat on the floor.

Frozen Milk also sat down and constantly stole glances like a teen girl wanting the attention of her crush. Frozen Milk was in disbelief, he actually dared to kill off this gullible protagonist?

He indeed made the protagonist as naïve as possible because he thought it was fun to add more poison into the toxic pot he was cooking for the readers but now that he saw his protagonist, his son he couldn't help but to feel a little attached.

"Why do you want to go to the top of the mountain?" his protagonist was curious.

"To become a monk."

"A monk? Why?"

To help you survive-

"Of course, it's to serve this world and act as a mediator to stop the divide and war," the bullshit was just exploding out of Frozen Milk's mouth. Once someone was twisted, their diarrhoea would come out of the wrong hole. It was no help that there was a toilet next to him.

"Wow! I also have the same goal!"

"To become a monk?"

"No, to unify the world," the protagonist seemed to be in his element.

My son, I don't have that big of an aspiration. Which of my words came out wrong and entered your ears as me being a holy saviour wannabe?

"That's amazing! If it's you, I know you can do it," Frozen Milk couldn't help but praise this little puppy.

"Really?"

Frozen Milk could see the little puppy ears sprouting out of his protagonist's head standing up.

"Of course, of course! This amazing creator here knows it all haha!" and with that Frozen Milk's ego was back.

The shame, guilt and realisation he felt before was all flushed away with the amount of shit that piled up in Frozen Milk's throat.

"Then let's save this world together!" his protagonist's excitement couldn't be contained anymore.

Frozen Milk sighed at the cliché line 'save the world', did he really write this?

"You know, no one took me seriously and they even made fun of me! I know it sounds impossible but-"

Frozen Milk regressed into a snail. He wished he could hide in his snail house and not face the protagonist.

As his protagonist rambled on about how everyone was against him, memories off Frozen Milk's evil nights of torturing his protagonist resurfaced. One of his guilty pleasures brought so much pain to this innocence in person.

"I'm sorry," that was all Frozen Milk could choke out.

"It's alright! I'm fine!"

Indeed his protagonist's mentality was strong but that was the only good thing Frozen Milk gave him.

"Let's fight together!"

Frozen Milk coughed blood at another cliché line, he hoped he wouldn't have to endure his protagonist turning into a walking trope spitting machine. He wouldn't be able to continue to live if he had to hear more of those horrendous lines he wrote, coming out of his protagonist's mouth!

Frozen Milk listened to the snores next to him and slowly drifted off to sleep himself. He was actually starting to change the storyline and he even had the honour of becoming his protagonist's first buddy and companion who'd fight for the sake of the world.

Frozen Milk couldn't help but feel a bit excited himself, after all before he turned into a twisted bastard he indeed wanted to experience being transmigrated, and now this actually came true.

Was it a blessing in disguise?