***Chapter I \- Explosion***

“Oh may!! I’ve finished another masterpiece!! Why ? Just why did I finished it so quickly!”

A cry of disappointment and hurt was shout as a 24 year old man roll on the floor. His appearance was of a homeless person.

Uncombed hair, dirty clothes that don’t match in color nor in material. The desk beside him full of used food plastic bags, water bottles, chopsticks, and cups.

The environment around him screamed to be cleaned. But who would listen? None.

“Ahh! I hope they adapt it into a webtoon pretty soon! Or I would die without seeing Ling-Sama!” He hosted his upper body onto the table as he quickly clicked some sites on his phone to see if their was any news about it.

His expression quickly switched from excitement into sadness .

How could it be.. why no one came fourth to establish this lords imaginary husband into an art piece?

He couldn’t help but look around the mess for his iPad and pencil with a heavy heart.

“It’s good that this poor one, knows a bit of art and has a bit of followers to admire his husbands with him.” He proudly spoke as his hand work quickly in sketching the character before doing the lines.

This is Kim YinJun, a devoted asexual who loves reading shounen ai. Who believes that even though he hate skin-ship with both genders, he wouldn’t refuse any of those fictional male characters if they want to do it with him.

He is a jobless male who lives on the commotion money he makes from these yaoi art pieces he draws. His life is as chaotic as tornadoes can be. Ones he say he gonna make a change of his life, endless problems appears out of nowhere.

It shocked him and his family until they called a shaman who said “ This child is cursed by the gods up, it would be better if no one intricate with it.”

Soon after the shaman left, his family disowned him.

In the same year his family went through a lot of hell, it was even more than what they would go through with him around.

It was as if the gods were pissed off for what they did, yet Yinjun wasn’t happy for that.

He just wanted to survive to get more novels to read. And so he being to work in a supermarket but in the end he got kicked out at the third day for no reason. But that didn’t stop him as he soon went to look for jobs but all of them would kick him on the third day .. since then he hated number 3.

Who would’ve thought that as soon as he uploaded his art picture, at 3:33 am he would die in an explosion.

It said that when a person experience explosions, they would feel enormous pain and would not have the time to think properly.

For Kim Yinjun, he didn’t even feel anything as his body parts scattered around and burned with the explosive. All he could think of was today date is 3/3/3333 time 3:33 am .. he should’ve payed attention to that dang number!

He couldn’t help but to scream curses as he saw his equipment burning and turning into ashes.

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Yay! I’ve been working on this bl for awhile and I’m so happy to finally upload it! Hope you liked it!

Chapter T W O - “ Forced monkey “

“Why another fluff ball is here?” A girlish voice asked.

“Don’t tell me it died because of that too?” Another asked unhappily.

“I told you two not to get that male stunk mad.” A third grumbled.

Yinjun’s eyebrows knitted as the voices woke him up from his sleep. He slowly opened his eyes to see three white clothed men, each had different hair colors.

Pink, blue, orange. Not his favorites, especially the hot pink one.

He didn’t even bothered to ask them anything but, let his eyes roam around.

He sure remember he died with his expensive art equipment, his children. He couldn’t believe that he died as a glitter meat confetti.

What a life...

He was in a white room, with only a large desk and three chairs that these men are setting on. Each on of them holding a different book. He was confused to why he was in this confined place.

Did any of these men stitched him back up? Is he another Frankenstein ? Was the drug still in his system is that why he can’t look down at himself? Or worst .. was he in a monkey’s body?

If that so, he would be the first dead man brain to get to work on a monkey’s body.

Should he ask to be put back into his scattered human body? Or ask for money?

Could he even speak human language ?

The endless thoughts were throwing themselves at his brain, making him utterly shocked, and confused.

It took him awhile to be calm as he open his mouth to question them what’s going on.. that’s when he heard them say ..

“Let’s put his soul in this prince book!” The pink male girlishly exclaimed.

Kim Yinjun shivered as he read what written on it cover “ Prince Charming Carrey Me To The End of the World” .

His eyebrows knitted in dislike as he remembere the poorly open ending of the book.. even the storyline was

as poor as it author!

The author only focused on their sex scene more than their emotions yet people in the internet vote that it was the most warm hearted bl story they’ve ever read!!

Those internet people were brain blind! How could they put such a trash work in the same list of his most top 10 favorite books!

The book was a disgrace to all bl novel readers who have brains!

He was disgusted by how each character was dumber and dumber than the other.

The main male leads would fight at stupid things, to the point that they would get physical and of course as that poor logic author wrote

“whenever they fight they both get aroused by how twisted each other’s faces were and ended up in bed.”

It was that disturbing !!

Kim Yinjun was so bothered by how people would send money to the author just to let the male leads fight and end in bed.

this cursed book why was it here .. and whom to put.. him?

No! He refuse! This monkey refuses!

Thankfully the blue haired quickly dismissed it, saying “No, we need to pick from the color wheel.”

“Yes! We’ve already been punished because of your wrong choices.” the orange juice haired agreed, as he throw a glare to the pink male who pulled a*‘I’m wronged’* face while pouting.

“Its that god’s problem for not having a taste..” he grumbled, unwilling to take the full blame for that issue.

“Anyway, get the wheel card. You stop pouting and get the books out, I still need to finish this book and report to the gods above.”

“Okay..”

“I’m on it!”

Kim Yinjun was flabbergasted as he saw them prepare everything the blue haired said. They didn’t even glance at his monkey self for a second time!!

He couldn’t help but question himself if his utter appearance was that disgusting… what type of a monkey would have a hideous face ?

Ahh he really felt like crying!!

Soon he was yanked closer to a piece of paper and asked to choose a color, he confusedly picked black since it was the nearest to him.

Then he was shoved into a black book without even telling him where is he going or what the hell Is happening to him.

All they said was “Your luck is bad.. you will understand everything once you step into the book.”

But they didn’t even let him STEP! HE WAS SHOVED GOD DAMN IT!

THIS MONKEY WAS FORCED!

He wanted so bad to scratch their faces and give them a disease that would let them respect him!

As he fell in a black space he couldn’t help but grumple to himself

what did he do to get here!?

Why does that dang number hate him so bad? He didn’t even met with it! Nor even a witch to begin with!!! He felt extremely wronged by the death god for hating him with no reason and being biased and taking his youthfulness away!

He didn’t even finish the last 20 good books that he was supposed to finish this month.. nor the art pieces we needed to reedit .

He really wants to slap something.

Chapter Three - “Sleeping beauty, Half naked”

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In a forest full of creatures, there stood a raven who looked intensely at one place not far away from the tree branch he was at.

He hastily gulped his saliva, looking at the dark clouds one time then at the open coffin. He could see the dead pale complexion of his master, his closed eyes, and unmoved chest.

He helplessly sighed, his round eyes flattered with unwillingness to accept the end of his dead master. He then glanced at the statue of the fox above the coffin.

He quickly put his wings up and bowed making another bow in hopes that the fox sprite would feel uncomfortable and agree to bring back his beloved master.

He stole alook at the statue and saw it eyes closed unbothered by him.

He couldn’t help but tear his round eyes as he gravely cried out “This bird doesn’t want to live alone anymore! He take back all what he said! Please bring back his lord! This lowly bird would not neglect his duties of protecting him again! This bird promise!!”

He trembles as the gray clouds cries out, as if it was angry at him for being weak and lazy, blaming him for losing it master.

He couldn’t help as his tears rolled down his eyes, he quickly wiped them away as he continue bowing down in the direction of the fox statue.

Who would’ve thought that the sky’s would hear him and help him get it master back?

In no time thunder after another hit the coffin, aiming straight at the half ***** sleeping beauty.

The bird could smell the smell of burnt skin coming out from the coffin, he couldn’t help but shiver and flinch in pain as if he was the one taking them.

“You annoying bird..” an old god voice came out of the statue, it eyes bright blue. The raven could tell it was annoyed to the point of cussing.

“I’ll help you this time to bring this man back to life,” the fox snorted, “If he can survive the pain of waking up without screaming, this old soul will help him few times.” The statue’s eyes looked at the sky before it continue “but, if he couldn’t I can’t help you even if you cry for thousand years.”

The raven couldn’t help but cry as he nod it head “Thank you, thank you!”

The fox hummed, then with one look at the half ***** man in the coffin. Bright blue light danced around the lifeless body, it then flowed in his body and quickly out into the sky as each thunder hit the half ***** beauty.

It didn’t take long before a big thunder bolt emigre from the black clouds aiming at the ravens’ master heart. The bird couldn’t help but close it eyes not wanting to see him burnt even more.

He only opened then when the fox spoke darkly “With this, let’s see if your master will survive.”

At that moment the raven knew he shouldn’t brought it master to this old fox. He regrets it.. really.