Bound together and stashed inside a wooden chest like common trade commodities, Shinji Inoue considered himself to be the unluckiest author in the entire world.
He risked his life by transmigrating into his novel, and for what purpose? Just to sacrifice his dog life after several chapters without reaching his goal, right?
[Anooo, Author-san, please don't be so hard on yourself. S-8989 truly feels sorry for you.]
Shinji was about to spit blood at S-8989's face.
"If you truly feel sorry for me, you will grant me the same privilege Midori-san has!" Shinji cried out in his heart.
S-8989 sighed.
[But Author-san, your novel belongs to a historical romance genre without a system tag (• ▽ •;).]
"Then add the tag!"
[S-8989 thinks that it is too late to add the tag now... (・–・;)ゞ]
Shinji groaned loudly. In retaliation, someone slammed something hard against the wooden plank above his head.