Isekai is a famous genre where protagonists get hit by Truck-kun, fall asleep reading novels, or die natural deaths before transmigrating into fictional worlds.
But our MC?
Pigeon poop.
Seriously.
....
One Day Earlier...
Kim Inso (29) was the epitome of a modern omega author—living alone in a cramped studio apartment that smelled permanently of laziness, surviving off cup noodles and the meagre income from his webnovels.
Appearance Check:
Messy black bangs that hadn't seen a salon in a month ✓
Thick-rimmed glasses (essential protection against blue light radiation) ✓
That cute mole under his left eye which is brushed by his long lashes ✓
Oversized hoodie that had seen better days ✓
TAP TAP TAP TAP
His fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard like a pianist performing his final symphony. The familiar sound of keys clicking filled his tiny apartment as he typed the final sentence of his latest chapter.
[Final sentence: "And so, the villain died as he lived—alone, unrepentant, and utterly beyond redemption."]
With a satisfied sigh, Inso hit the 'Submit' button and stretched his aching fingers. The blue glow of his monitor reflected off his glasses as he prepared for the inevitable.
"Time to face the music," he muttered, clicking on the comment section.
💬 COMMENT SECTION 💬
[morningrose]:I did NOT just start my day with this abrupt ending! My heart can't take this! (╯°□°）TT
[gamerot]:This is the end? Why?! I still hoped the male lead would resurrect and have a redemption arc! Author-nim, you're breaking my heart! 😭😭😭
[himawari]:Honestly, I understand the author's point. If he actually resurrected, the whole story would be meaningless. Plus, he did way too many evil things that can't be undone. I respect this ending, even if it hurts.
[Gyat]:At least give us some side stories! What about the side characters?! PLEASE! 😭🙏
[StoryAddict99]:Author-san really said "no redemption arcs in this house" and I'm here for it but also crying
[ReaderForLife]:This ending hit different... realistic but painful. When's your next work coming out?
Inso leaned back in his creaky desk chair, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
"There are always two sides to every coin," he murmured, closing his laptop with a soft click. "A man who commits evil shouldn't get a happy ending. At least not in my story."
His philosophical moment was rudely interrupted by his stomach's protests—a growl that could probably be heard in the next apartment.
Fridge Check: Status = Totally empty
"Right. Food. That thing normal humans need to survive."
Grabbing his essential survival kit (black hoodie, face mask, and wallet that felt suspiciously light), Inso prepared to venture into the terrifying realm known as 'the outside world.'
....
Inso emerged from the supermarket like a warrior returning from battle, armed with two plastic bags containing enough processed food to sustain his hermit lifestyle for another month.
Ingredients Check:
Cup noodles x12 ✓
Energy drinks x6 ✓
Chocolate bars x8 ✓
Actual vegetables x2 (for guilt management) ✓
RING RING RING
His phone buzzed with the caller ID: 'Sori 🔥👿'
"Oh no..." Inso stared at the screen like it was a death sentence. "She found out, didn't she?"
With the resignation of a man walking to his execution, he answered.
"Hello—"
"KIM INSO!!!"
The scream was so loud that Inso swore his soul briefly left his body. He held the phone away from his ear, wincing.
"Why am I hearing about your divorce NOW? Why didn't you tell me?! How much longer did you plan to keep this from me?! HMM?! SPEAK SOMETHING, YOU BASTARD!"
Sori's voice could probably shatter glass at this decibel level.
"I will if you let me—" Inso replied with the calmness of a saint.
"Did you think I'll never come to Korea? If I hadn't met your editor by chance in UK, you would've continued to keep me in the dark. You planned to cut me off and disappear into some corner of the world, didn't you?!"
How did she find out?….
Inso chose the ancient art of feigning silence.
"YOU BEEP BASTARD!!!"
[Note: The beep was definitely not a beep in real life]
"Just so you know. I'm on the way to your secret residence. I have already got your new address from your editor! Just you wait— you're dead meat today!"
CALL ENDED.
"..."
"That traitor. He dared to give her my address knowing that my novel is on final stage."
Inso stared at his phone screen, then slowly looked up at the darkening sky.
Sori is probably thinking that I'm drowning in sorrow. Inso scoffed and ran a hand through his hair.
She has no idea that I'm feeling the fresh air of freedom after so long.
A small chuckle escaped his throat. "She's such a worrywart"
Memories of his short yet suffocating married life flashed before his eyes. What he thought once as love, turned out to be nothing more than an invisible shackle strangling him from all the directions in an already tiresome life.
JAY. A man that made me believe in love, and the one who made sure I never could again. I don't even want to think about him.
Inso's hand curled into a fist as he fought to contain the storm of emotion within him.
Sigh.
"I guess I need to tell her anyway. Might as well get the lecture over with."
He was almost home, lost in thoughts of how to survive Sori's inevitable arrival, when—
"Huh?"
A pigeon—no, THE pigeon—stood directly in his path like a feathered bouncer guarding a nightclub. Its beady black eyes fixed on him with a murderous intent.
"Why is it looking at me like I owe it child support?" Inso muttered, then raised his voice. "Didn't I tell you flying rats to stay away from my apartment?! Stop crapping on my balcony!"
He waved his grocery bags dismissively and walked past the bird casually.
The pigeon's eyes narrowed into slits. If pigeons could smirk, this one definitely would have looked like a villain from a psychological thriller.
Pigeon's Internal Monologue: "Oh, you've done it now, human. I would Have gorgiven you if you pleaded for mercy. But you just had to shoo me away that day when I was showing off to my girlfriend. Just you wait….."
And a mini final destination sequence occurred.
Pigeon takes flight like a military drone and shoots its "poop" onto a window washer three stories up. Startled washer loses grip. Bucket plummets earthward like a meteor and makes contact with street vendor's cart. Physics takes the wheel.
Cart begins descent at approximately 40mph, transforming into an unstoppable force and hits a construction cone. Construction cone loses. Road sign flips.
Delivery man misreads flipped sign, swerves onto construction road.
Scooter clips unsuspecting author carrying groceries.
Inso stumbles backward in slow motion, bags flying through the air like confetti.
Inso discovers manhole that had definitely, 100% certainly, not been open thirty seconds ago.
SPLASH.
[Loading... Welcome to the Afterlife Help Desk]
Inso's consciousness slowly returned to the sound of... elevator music?
His eyes fluttered open to reveal a heavenly bureaucratic office. White marble stretched endlessly in all directions, the air smelled like jasmine and printer toner, and soft classical music played from hidden speakers.
Location: Divine Customer Service Center
Standing nearby was a teenager—or maybe a young adult—with glasses and a clipboard, frozen in what appeared to be absolute terror.
"Is this... a dream?" Inso sat up slowly, rubbing his temples.
"Y-You weren't supposed to fall in that!" the clipboard boy's voice cracked.
Suddenly, the peaceful office erupted into chaos. A group of people in flowing white robes materialized out of thin air, gathering around and whispering frantically in panic.
Whisper whisper whisper
This wasn't in the manual.Who's going to tell management?
Inso approached them, still rubbing his head.
"Um, excuse me?"
The boy jumped approximately three feet in the air like a startled cat. Every divine being turned to stare at him with expressions ranging from shock to 'oh-shit-we're-in-trouble.'
Inso tilted his head, confusion evident on his face.
To be continued....