Chapter 8: Author-nim [2]
"How did my laptop end up here? This doesn't make any sense." A chill ran down my spine as my body stiffened completely.
"Gobo. Shiki."
At my command, the two saints materialized and assumed their guard positions. Cautiously, I approached the laptop, touching it as though it were some alien object before grasping it firmly.
And without a doubt, it was my laptop, the very one I used to write my story.
"System, is this even possible?" I asked, gazing toward the ceiling.
[User, nothing is impossible—the bearer of causality requires his weapon: his pen.]
"Uhmm..." I mused, placing my fingers beneath my chin. "If that's the case..."
Drawing closer and powering on the laptop, a wave of nostalgia washed over me as my eyes locked onto the anime-style wallpaper.
"It feels like it's been years, old friend." Smiling faintly, I scrolled down to the search bar.
It was merely a hypothesis, but I wanted to verify whether there was still a signal connecting to Earth. "Haah... What did I expect?"
Tilting my neck back, I studied the screen, searching through everything that might assist me in this world. Now that I had the soft copy of my original story, it was easier to avoid confusing major events.