*TAP TAP TAP*
Samuel, or, Sam, as his parents called him, sat on his bed, laptop in hand, trying to write up the first draft of his webnovel. He gazed at the blank screen, not a single word coming to mind despite the endless amount of content he wanted to write.
"Ugh..." he groaned, closing his Notepad app. "Can't think of anything..."
*DING! DING! DING!*
'What?'
Looking at the screen, a pop-up ad was showing. 'Having trouble creating? Writing, designing, crafting?' it read, 'By signing up, YOU will have a chance to bring yourself into your wildest dreams! Click to sign up NOW!!!'
'Huh? A virus?' Sam wondered, 'But I didn't even click anything!'
His fingers moved to the touchpad and aimed the cursor to the ad's 'x' button, when-
*BANG!*
A gunshot pierced through his ears, causing his fingers to slip and accidentally click on the ad itself. But strangely, instead of bringing him to some sketchy site, the ad closed itself.
'Huh. Guess it was nothing.'
Sam shut his laptop and lay flat on his bed, wondering where that gunshot had come from.
*SHAAHH...*
Suddenly, a wall of light covered him and a loud sound rang through his room.
"Wh-What!? What the-"
Then, like someone flipped off a switch, the light vanished.
He stood in a large glowing circle, with a strange diagram within it. Scattered throughout the circle are ten other people. This circle was set on a marble floor, with gold-lined pillars around the large hall they were in. At the end of this hall is a small flight of stairs. Atop it was a throne and atop that, a man.
"Welcome, Heroes!" the man shouted, "My name is Charles Dyxtren, King of Dyxtren, the Holy Kingdom!"
Dyxtren? Sam knew that name. Even better, he knew the name 'Charles Dyxtren'. Dyxtren is a Kingdom within the book he was writing and Charles Dyxtren was the King.
Even the hall he stood in was identical to his book, marble flooring with gold-lined pillars.
'This isn't good.' he thought, for good reason.
He was in his book, his unfinished book, and he was in the book's most corrupt kingdom.