Sidmund Tailor Is Here Pt1

'The fuck did he do?!' Ben's eyes dilated when he realised what kind of creatures those beings were.

The ghosts known as 'Wraiths' were a type of spirit in his Webnovel that only stuck to their enemies.

When they weren't seen, they couldn't do any harm. However, that changed if they WERE seen.

It was the reason Spiritualists and similar Classes in his story didn't personally do anything like… killing.

The hatred of spirits shouldn't be underestimated…

But what was most shocking was the timing of this.

Wraiths were surrounding Mr Augustus even though the story hadn't even fully started yet.

He hadn't even killed anyone…

Or was he wrong?

Maybe Ben didn't know the man as good as he thought. Either way, what's with their varied looks?

An expressionless policewoman, casual clothes wearing nun, demonic nurse, younger ballerina, familiar receptionist, sexy looking call girl, and another familiar face… his personal bodyguard.

They had similarly dark and animalistic looks on their faces while glaring at Augustus Grayson.

The stab wounds they shared hinted a consistency only a psycho serial killer would be able to manage.

Was he expected to take such a person down?

'Why did I kill him off so quickly…!' He regretted not even keeping the plump man alive long enough to write a Status Overview for him. He was supposed to be a small time villain who was just arrogant.

Since when did his boss become a serial killer?!

What the stupid fucker didn't realise was that widening his eyes and gasping… made having a 'Poker Face' Personal Skill useless. Even if he could act like nothing happened, the Wraiths had turned.

They all looked at him with evil eyes…

The policewoman was the fastest to react. Her transparent body instantly shifted in front of him.

It was like a horror movie…!

And if anyone who'd seen a horror movie would know… spirits weren't meant to be fucked with.

When their presence was known, their powers were much mightier than any mere mortal.

One touch of the policewoman's finger was enough to prove this. Her hatred turned to malice.

Fear of the great beyond paralysed the writer.

His eyes were losing hope when the others were getting in on the action. Silently taking his life.

He felt his spirit being shaken really badly…!

It was at that moment a voice interrupted them:

"Hands off." It was an unfamiliar voice, but there seemed to be something about it that drew him in.

Ben found that the voice literally came from 'within'.

Parting the sea of resentment that almost swallowed the Delusionist whole was a great figure.

A transparent body of spiritual energy towered over the seven Wraiths and drove them away.

Their horrified screams scratching Ben's ears.

He blinked, and found a man gracefully standing before him with the demeanour of a gentleman.

The figure seemed far above trifling matters like this. Someone who wouldn't be fazed by anything.

'Wait…' There was no way he wouldn't recognise the emotionless ball of trauma and formality.

This was Sidmund Tailor.

When the two of them met eye to eye, Ben was the first one to turn his head away almost on instinct.

'Why do I feel… shameful?' The Delusionist couldn't bring himself to look the man in the eye.

The true protagonist of his edgy Webnovel.

"You should kill yourself." His hair raised on their ends when he heard the first words the man said.

He felt these words were completely justified…

"I'm fine. Thank you." He murmured without anyone noticing him. Julie was still dealing with Augustus.

The tides were slowly tilting against her.

"I guess it's better if you suffer more while living than dying so easily." The man rolled his eyes.

He spoke as if he'd known everything about his own 'creator'. Like Ben's memories were read.

This wasn't an assumption he'd be able to deny.

The possibility of their spirits 'assimilating' was way too high. That's why his status name was '???'.

Perhaps it was the main ego hadn't been decided.

Regardless, the Grand Delusionist couldn't ignore that the gentleman was hurt deeply by his story.

Those letters he'd carelessly put to page…

It made him unable to speak for a moment, but he was able to power through the feeling to ask this:

"Do you hate me?" If so, then he was done for.

He wasn't wouldn't be able to win against him.

Their mental strengths were too different…!

One was from Earth, and the other from Hell.

You couldn't compare them.

However, Sidmund gave an unexpected answer:

"How am I to hate someone so pathetic?"

"…" These words the Delusionist turn his head and look around, then point at himself for clarification.

"Yeah, you."

"So you're holding a grudge."

"I'm not… It's not that bad of a trauma."

"There's no such thing as a trauma that's not bad."

"That so…?" The former butler felt curious about this rare insight coming from such a childish man.

He put his hand on his heart and sighted:

"Right… There's no such thing as a 'good' trauma in this world. That's why THEY are here, after all."

Sidmund's thumb pointed at the seven maidens still staring at the both of them like they were prey.

The wraiths were seemingly silent at this moment.

"…" Again, Ben fell silent when it came to surprises.

"I didn't expect wisdom from a delusional fool."

"I'm not that bad."

"Says the guy who made this situation happen because he thought he could be a 'protagonist'."

"And why can't I…?"

"You don't have the brawn or the mettle."

"I'll try my best…"

"Pfft~ Haha, hahahaha!" He started laughing like crazy, but it didn't have any 'jovial tone' to it.

He stepped forward and looked down on the cross legged figure. Then asked with a glare in his eyes:

"You're going to try your best to be great?"

"Yeah."

"Why couldn't you do that before altering reality?"

"…The rules of the world were unfair."

"And this world is 'fair' to you?" He pointed outside the window. Society had gone back to ground zero.

The efforts of everyone of the past was ruined.

"It's better than my world." But the edgy writer seemed insistent that this world was perfect.

Only to realise that Augustus tilted the tides.

He managed to persuade everyone to help him capture his former secretary. Things were in chaos!

The former butler noticed his creator's emotions.

He couldn't help but start berating this fool:

"Do you think you can save her?"

"…All I need to do is make an Origin Skill."

"You mean something like 'Breath Circulation of Spiritual Energy'?" He knew this world too.

Both of them were aware of this world's intricacy.

"If you know that, then why even ask?" Seeing that Ben seemed serious, the man broke his delusions:

"You won't be able to do it."

"Why not?"

"Remember what's necessary to gain any type of Origin Skill. Sure, right… simply meditating to sense spiritual energy and taking it inside your body sounds doable… is that what you were thinking?"

Rather than asking in an annoyed attitude, his eyes seemed to hold pity for the foolish 'Delusionist'.

'Still stuck in your delusions of grandeur even to this day, I see…' Was what he thought inwardly.

"S-stop! Act rational! Mr Augustus!" Ben was again distracted when his former employer took action.

A blade from who knows where was being swung around. This game Julie no choice but to avoid it.

The tight environment wasn't on her side, as many of his colleagues had gone under his boss's wing.

They were kicking her when she came close and were acting like a bunch of thugs in an alleyway.

Becoming the type Ben couldn't deal with…!

If he spoke out of line at this moment, he'd die!

That's why he needed power. If he had just a bit of Sidmund's strength, he could rack up fame.

The former butler saw this desire in his eyes…

They were clearly begging him for assistance.

'Now this is difficult.' In truth, seeing Julie being bullied like that was… pressing on his buttons.

The feminist desires within Sidmund awoke.

However, he wasn't gonna give help for free.

Those eyes of his rolled over to the seven Wraiths before getting an evil idea. A truly wicked proposal.

One that Ben wouldn't refuse…

"Let me help you gain 'Spiritual Energy'." His words seemed positive, but his creator feared that gaze.

He hoped this protagonist wouldn't screw him over.