Sidmund Tailor Is Here Pt2

'I know what you wanted me to be…' Sidmund thought while looking down at his pathetic creator.

A bland and wildly arrogant person who believed crossing your legs was the same as meditation.

To be quite honest, the former loyal servant had an existential crisis when he found out 'what' he was…

He'd died… only to find himself being plunged into the soul of someone possessing memories of a version of him written in pages. The text only being immersive because they contained his name.

The Webnovel named 'SSSSS Class Rank Raiser' was just a trash fanfic written by a trashy writer.

Ben was the type of guy who wrote whatever he wanted with a messed up pace, then expected readers to love his work. Not anticipated, but EXPECTED. He daw his own view as the only one.

It's no wonder there were barely any who read it.

However, the popularity of it didn't matter now.

The important point Sidmund noticed was that the text somehow coincided with his life. Almost like the world this 'Ben Turner' had created was based off his own- No, it was even more deeper than that!

How did someone so ordinary know his past?

Was he some kind of unknowing prophet? Was this an Awakened Gift he was born with like others?

Perhaps Ben himself wouldn't understand, but this ghostly 'protagonist' was familiar with such things.

It's not like there were any less people who had awakened their gifts back in his own world.

Regardless if it was truly fictional or not.

If he put his theories in one place, what resulted was the assumption that the reason Ben knew of his past was thanks to an 'Awakened Gift'. This lead to being approached by a godly being one day.

As for what happened to him after that…

Well, the result was in front of him to see.

His 'Gift' became a 'Miracle'. This likely changed the scope of his ability to extend all over Earth.

If so, would killing Ben save everyone here?

'Maybe… but it would be irritating if I let him off so easily.' Sidmund thought while looking at the fool.

Ben's face was becoming darker while looking at Julie trying her best to not die. She was at her limit.

He had to do something!

But what…?!

"You can always choose to abandon her." Even if that was an 'un-classy' choice, Sid would accept it.

He would love to see this fool drown in regrets…!

Too bad that Ben was decisive enough to take his earlier offer. The young man gritted his teeth…

Seeing the resolve on his creator's face, he sighed:

"Close your eyes and hold it in. If you let the energy I'm about to put in flow out, forget about attaining an Origin Skill of your own." The real protagonist cracked his transparent neck and opened his palm.

A circular magic symbol initiated its construction…

Ben wasn't sure what was going to happen, but it was either live like the 'past him' or change deeply.

He chose the latter option.

'I would do anything to not regret my decision.' Is the naive thought he had before Sidmund started.

He put a magic circle on one particular Wraith chosen out the seven, then threw it into him.

The visual similar to a ghost turning another spirit into an dark red mystical ball of spiritual energy…

…before throwing it into his meditating body.

Similar to what happened before, he felt a pain so deep that time started to distort within his head.

To Sidmund, it didn't take longer than ten seconds to throw seven Wraiths into his creator's body before watching to see the results. The Dellusionist was able to hold out long enough to gain the Skill.

[Your 'Game Avatar Divine Physique' has translated the spiritual possessions thanks to interference.]

[A total of eight souls now lay dormant within you.]

[Seven of them have been translated into Skills.]

[You gained the 'Possessed Spirit' (7) Consumable Skill. Each use will impart you with a Personal Skill.]

[You have gained the 'Spirit Consumption' Personal Skill. Your proficiency in spiritual arts has risen.]

[Eighth soul has been translated into a supporter.]

[Calibrating new status screen…]

[Altering position of 'Sidmund Tailor'…]

[New changes have been updated.]

[Updates Include:

— Name: Ben Turner

— Imaginary Attribute: Sidmund Tailor]

[Your Growth Characteristic shall now be influenced by the imaginary force within you.]

Since there was a link between Sidmund and his creator, these messages were clear for him to see.

Especially the last two. They seemed to prove that his existence was fictional and not at all 'real'.

That he was merely an 'Imaginary Entity' from the Webnovel written by Ben Turner of this new world.

But he chose not to outwardly react about it.

What instead took his attention was the way Ben reacted after their feelings had flooded his body.

There seemed to be a unique resonance there…

'…Maybe you have a talent after all.' A surprised look appeared on Sidmund's face at that moment.

After having ghostly and demonic spirits shoved inside his soul, Ben felt bloated of spiritual power.

However, the most prominent feeling above all else was the emotions that he and the spirits shared.

"That bastard…!" Ben quietly mumbled after opening his eyes. The whites of them turned red.

The Delusionist found everything he'd ever hated about Augustus had become clearer in his mind.

Especially the way he abused his employees and made them work overtime without prior warning.

This team manager personally remembered all the times he was told off for what he was innocent of.

But nothing back then was could compare to the hatred he felt for 'Augustus Grayson' currently.

'How dare you attack her?!' He forgot all about how these events were playing out similar to his story.

To him, it wasn't like his Webnovel had any concrete control over the actions of human beings.

If it really did, then why was it every plot hole he made was being filled up with data he didn't know?

"Fuck all of you! Don't you dare touch her!" He flew off his railings and roared at everyone sitting there.

The tram cart wasn't too filled, but it was enough to have an audience that would cower most.

Though that didn't stop Ben from cursing them.

Their eyes changed when they saw one person was speaking up in this situation. Some felt great joy….

After all, not all of them could throw away their morals just because the world had already ended.

They were just going with the flow…

…and that flow was still grasped by Mr Augustus.

"Who gave you permission to interrupt me?!" Even if Ben's eyes were bloodshot, he didn't give a fuck.

There could only be one lion on this mountain!

"Ben…?" Julie was unsure of how to react when her coworker had stood up for her in this bad situation.

In truth, she was actually a little moved by this…

'Not bad…' She had to admit that he seemed cooler than he'd ever did before. Steps proud and heavy.

His eyes focused only on his enemy…

She was about to say something when he came closer to her, but was confounded a moment later.

*Pat*

He shoved her to the side rudely. His eyes showing no concern for Julie's safety or physical well-being.

That small attraction she felt shattered right then.

She couldn't believe this was the same person.

'Fuck Julie… Fuck everyone!' Was all Ben thought when he stepped in front of the plump serial killer.

His atmosphere radiating a feeling of suffocation.

Almost like he'd pounce at anyone right now.

Maybe Julie wouldn't understand, but this strength of demeanour was a power many of them envied.

Especially after an apocalypse just happened.

Though he didn't seem as reliable as Mr Augustus… It took courage to stand up to the fatty.

The evil dictator that'd definitely break their spirit.

Some of them could even imagine the kind of dark life they'd live under such a shameless person.

He'd probably lead them straight into the abyss.

However, none of them felt brave enough to stand out. Even if doing so would gain many followers.

They just weren't built for such a heavy role.

Especially the responsibility that came with it.

Thus, no one interfered in this two man duel between 'one of their own' and their 'former boss'.

Any of them would be worth following in this world.

At least, everyone except Julie thought as much.

She was unable to understand why his whole personality seemed to have twisted so suddenly.

"Who the fuck are you…? Can't you see I have a knife?" Augustus waved his blade carelessly.

After all, he seemed skinnier than most men here.

"Fucking die…! I fucking hate your guts!" He didn't even give the fat bastard any chances whatsoever.

He lunged at the meat ball like a fierce animal.

"The fuck?!" Augustus let out an ear-piercing shriek. Blood seeped out from his hand.

*Clank*

There was a chilling sound of a blade falling on the floor. No 'normal' citizen believed their eyes at all.

'H-he bit… He really bit my hand!' Augustus started to panic when he looked at spat out skin and flesh.

He looked much worse than a horror movie ghost.

Ben wasn't conscious enough to hear the alert sound of his status messages trying to talk to him.

[You have gained the Intrinsic Skill: 'BEAST MODE'.]

[Your strength is being reevaluated.]

Sidmund watched the new entertainment unfolding like he was watching an opera. Silently in the back.

He leaned back to watch how this would unfold…