CH 1.3

Little girl: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, do you want to do this job?”

Ciel: “To be honest, not really. I don’t want to steal torches from other people’s places.”

Little girl: “10000 gold per month.”

Ciel: “I’m okay with stealing torches every day!”

Little girl: “Deal!”

So Ciel got rid of the job of cutting grass and herding sheep in the village and changed to a more fashionable job, which he heard was called Plot Director.　　

Little girl: “The brave Hero who will save the world was born tonight. There are still sixteen years before the story begins. Sixteen years later, the Hero will embark on a journey to save the world, and your job is to make sure his world-saving journey…”

Ciel: “Will be smooth sailing?”

Little girl: “Wrong. It has to feel good but also needs to be tortuous. Amongst tender feelings there must be a bit of touching emotions, and amongst those touching emotions, it needs just the right amount of sadness. It has to be both tragic and epic. At critical moments, they will be almost one step short of success due to difficult predicament, but they will encounter new hope in the most dangerous and desperate situations. Eventually, they’ll defeat the final boss and save our world.”

Ciel got up and lay back on the bed, wrapping him up tightly in his little quilt: “I’d better go cut grass…”

Little girl: “Salary will raised by 10% every year. You’ll retire right after everything is done. You will receive a pension that is no less than 70% of your previous income.”

Ciel lifted the quilt and sat upright: “I am willing to face all challenges at work!”

Little girl: ^_^

Just like that, Ciel got a great high-paying job, and he also got a lot of information that he didn’t know before.

The world he lived in was one of the countless worlds, created by a mysterious force. It was said that there were hundreds of Creator Gods. Some were responsible for modeling, some were responsible for drawing, some were responsible for writing scripts, some were responsible for managing the Creator Gods listed above, and some were only responsible for investing and preparing to get more money back.

Anyway, this world was created through the labor of these foul-mouthed Creator Gods.

“Your role is an important supporting role. After sixteen years, the World Tree will collapse and your mother will pass away. You will return to the elves’ territory to inherit the throne and become the new ruler of the elves — oh, because having a man as the ruler of the elves will cause the dissatisfaction of the players of that world, plus the interesting taste of some Creator Gods, you will be a crossdresser.”

“You won’t join the Hero’s group, but you will provide the Hero’s group with information, assistance, and a piece of divine clothing. This is a work project that you must complete.”

“But now you have joined the director’s team, so you will have to do more work. Take this, this is the script given by the Creator Gods. There is only an outline. Us directors need to develop the details. This is very profound knowledge. You will have to study and practice hard in the next sixteen years and strive to create a touching story of salvation of the world for the Hero.”

Before looking through the script, Ciel asked, “Then can I save my mother?”

Little girl: “Sure, it depends on how you write the story. If you add a scene of deep family bond and love between the mother and the child here, it may have a good plot effect.”

Ciel: Shocked.JPG

Little girl: “Oh, by the way, there will be a popularity vote in the world of the Creator Gods after the story is over. If you make it into the top three, your pension will be doubled, tripled, or even more!”

Ciel: “!!!”

Ciel felt that his Cosmos was burning!1

He exclaimed: “I can do it!”

Then he learned that he, a 161-year-old child, was still too young.