The Power of Creation – Chapter 341

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Two forms dance around an impossibly massive space. From a distance, they could barely be considered dots, yet each time the forms collide, there is a massive wave of power which threatens to tear apart reality itself. This very chapter sits at the border of cracking apart.

“Why won’t you die?” I curse, striking down onto your sword, causing a massive wave of power to explode out, sending another wave of hairpin cracks to form across the edges of infinity.

“I’m the reader! Which one of us you want to die? All of us?” You shoot back. “On that note, can you even say you’ve written something if there is no one there to read it?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” I scream, my sword flashing down again in several quick strikes.

You dodge it, zooming through the infinite space as I shoot beams of fire and ice out towards you. These beams seem to melt before they even reach you. You continue to dodge, dip, dive, and dodge, avoiding everything I can throw. Each time my attacks are dodged, I grow more furious.

“Dude, you’re kind of loosing it, do you need a nap?”

“Fuck you! Fuck you!” I scream, launching dozens of attacks that you avoid, seemingly growing easier the longer you go.

“You’re not even hitting me, shouldn’t you be giving up?”

“Damn it, you fucking readers are so damn slippery. I attack one of you, and then another takes their place!” I shriek. “Isn’t it just like you?”

“What is that now? You still have shit to say?”

“Every time I launch an attack, you always hide behind someone else!” I snarl. “I attack some of you, and the ones who don’t even have anything to do with it answer and take offense despite not even being the ones I had a problem with. That’s why you’re so good at this. That’s why you stick around like a cockroach, no matter who I attack, it’s always intended for someone else. You dance around like insects, avoiding every hit I deliver.”

“Is this some heavily loaded metaphor?” You ponder.

“Metaphor? Shit, I’ve got idiots who don’t even read my novels clicking Whizzer surveys. You’d think that wouldn’t be many, but I got almost 5% of my surveys back from people who don’t even read my books? That’s the kind of shit I have to constantly deal with. Those of you who are the problem will never realize it, and those of you who aren’t will take offense for something you weren’t even involved with!”

You shake your head. “You’re just talking nonsense now. How about just finishing the story and ending this little psychotic break?”

“Little psychotic break? Little? You think I’m doing this just for me? I’m doing this for all of the writers out there. You assholes will just go on to the next writer once we’re done here. You’re like locusts. You just consume, consume, consume. You scurry around in a crowd of nameless pawns that is always hungry and always biting, and as soon as you consume a work, you’re just on to the next one. Is it any wonder the quality is shit? Is it any wonder us writers are bled dry? If I don’t set you in your place, you’ll just go on to the next writer and suck them dry!

“That’s the fundamental truth! You’re the monsters! You’re the villains! You, reader, you have lead to this ending!”

“Oh, blah, blah, blah… readers bad! Are you done?” You ask.

“Die!” I scream, coming at you again, sending several massive suns at you.

You deflect the massive bodies of fire and send them spiraling off. They collapse into blackholes, creating massive supernovas which decorate the landscape. I create waves of evil, waves of monsters, waves of plot contrivance, and each thing I send your way is defeated with a wave of your hand or a snide comment. As I grow more desperate, my attacks begin to grow more sluggish. My imagination, my desires, my wants, they are all drained on you. I can only do so much. In the end, there is only one of me, and there is so many of you.

I cry and scream, trying to change the nature of this story, but I already know you’re right. This story was written for you to read it. I can’t destroy you without destroying the story. As I collapse to the ground, falling to my knees, the universe starts to reform. The world appears under your feet once again. The city of Riun re-solidifies. The castle you made comes back, all of the harem girls appear. I’m in the middle of the courtyard, sitting on my knees, breathing hard, covered in sweat as PoC reforms as if I have accomplished nothing.

“What now?” You ask, scratching the back of your head.

“I’ve… threatened you. Tried to replace you. Nagged you. Insulted you. Tried to kill you. Yet… still, you’re here. Still, you’re reading. This was my story… mine! I’ve spend a hundred times longer writing it than you did reading it.”


“I’ve been with it since the beginning. Every day, I’m the one posting it. I’ve read it. I’ve invested money into it. This… this is my story…”

“…” You frown, not sure what I’m getting at.

I sigh, standing back up. “I can’t end this story on my terms, I think. I’m done. I can’t keep on.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Seriously? That’s it, Power of Creation is over?”

“Hehe… you piece of shit… you think I’d let you end it that easily?” I raise my hands into fists. “This fight it to the death!”


“Come! Let us end this the way it was meant to be! All of you… against me!”

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 340

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“Ah… good, we’re finally back in the proper chapter.” I sigh.

“Where are my girls?” You demand.

“The universe shattered. I already said. Your girls are no more.”


“Relax… the pair of us are at odds with each other, both trying to gain control of this reality. Once I kill you, I can restore the reality as easily as snapping a finger.”

“And what if I kill you?”

“Hahaha… oh, you’re not joking. Well, it won’t be what you expect. I guess you’ll just have to discover a way to kill me to find out?” I lift my sword. “So, where were we?”

“I was about to kill you!” You declare, swinging pig fucker down.

“I could say the same!” I shot back.

The pair of us collide as ripples of explosions shoot off into the universe. The intensity of the battle starts to grow as it becomes do or die!

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 339

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“Seriously!” I curse, “What the heck is going on?”

I grab Ariel’s titties.

And miss, falling on my ass.

“Damn it!” I shoot you a hateful glare.

“Seriously?” You ask, “I’m just reading, you are the only one writing this story. Clearly, you’re just writing this yourself.”

“Why would I do that? It makes no sense!” I curse, “You must be using the ‘spirit of the reader’ to usurp your will into my writing. Yes, that’s it.”


“… what? Why you looking at me that way?”

“I’m just checking if that’s really how we’re explaining this. Clearly, you’re writing both parts of this story… you expect me to buy ‘spirit of the reader’?”

“Always a fucking critic.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who’s writing myself getting cucked.”

“Excuse me? Da fuck you say?”

“Oh, what? Didn’t I JUST bang your wife before you came here? Face it, you want me to NTR all the women.”

“There is you using NTR incorrectly again. She’s my fucking ex-wife. How is you sleeping with her NTR? That literally makes no fucking sense.”

“Haha… just admit I fucked your wife!”

I raise an eyebrow. “Okay, you win, you fucked a fictional bitchy ex-wife. I wrote a whore who went and fucked seven other men, had a baby with each of them, and was the literal embodiment of sin.”


“Total catch there, you managed to nail an easily manipulated vindictive hoe who succumbs to your dick with ease. She abandoned this world at the first chance, didn’t bother to raise her many children with multiple men, and calls you a bastard. You scored big with that one. Congrats.”

“Whatever, at least it didn’t occur thanks to some kind of ‘spirit of the reader’ bullshit.”

“You’re going to suck whatever fun I can get out of this web novel, aren’t you…”

“What can I say, I’m an internet commenter, it’s what I do…” You smirk.

“Fair enough…” I sigh, “Then, let us finish this fight!”


“How do they always fight? With impractically over-sized swords!”

I pull out a sword. It is three times my height. It a black blade with wicked carvings that look like demonic script which glow red. If you look into the glowing red cracks they seem to burn and convect like hot magma. The sword gives off a feeling of extreme desperation and darkness. Fear radiates out out of it, carpeting the world in darkness. Most of the townspeople who had been watching this exchange have now passed out by the sheer pressure it gives off.

“This sword was forged with the embers of a collapsing star at the moment of a supernova, the steel was condensed by the black hole that followed. After that, it went on to enslave countless billions, bathing in the blood of entire civilizations until it gain a consciousness. If I wasn’t a God, I would go insane simply wielding this sword. It’s name is the Darkbringer! Now, you go…”


“Pull out your sword.”

“Hah… about that…”

“Damn it… this is a dick measuring contest in the form of impractical swords, I’ve pulled out my dic- I mean sword, now you need to pull yours out. Come on, don’t leave me hanging…”

“Can you not talk about hanging when talking about your dick? Wait, if our swords are our dicks and we slam them together… isn’t that kind of…”

“God damn it, why do you have to ruin everything! Just pull out your damn sword and then we’ll touch the tips!”


“To make it official!”

“I’m not exactly comfortable with…”


“You’re not gonna be in that sex orgy. Are you?” You ask suspiciously.

“I hate you so much.” I facepalm. “I’ll set back culture twenty years. No Homo… are you happy? Can we continue on?”

“Y-yes… please continue…”

“Then pull out your sword! Remember, you can create anything you can imagine. That means the only limitations of this battle are the limitations of your very mind!

You nod, reaching out and summoning a sword. It looks like a sword. It’s pointy. And silver. And… big?

“I call this sword Pig Fucker… It fucks pigs.”



“I think we both understand why I’m the writer…” I sigh.


“Then, it is time to die! Brace yourself! Darkbringer, kill that Pig Fucker!” I swing down my sword.

“Ah! Pig Fucker! Save me!” You lift your sword to block.

The resulting explosion spreads throughout MSB as the universe that contains PoC shatters.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 338

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I’m sitting here with a displeased look on my face. The entire courtyard is silent. All of the girls wait as the deadline for the ‘Save the Waifu’ competition strikes zero. After the magical clock that sat in the middle of the clock flashes zero for a minute and disappears, there is still nothing else that happens. I continue to just sit there, my palm on my cheek, and you continue to sit opposite of me. Nearby, your harem of girls anxiously await their fate.

“Well?” You finally ask.

“… you’ve saved them all.” I finally respond, my mouth twisting in disgust.

There is a cry of celebration amongst the girls. Some cheer, some burst into tears, and some clap each other on the back. Overall, the celebration continues for about ten minutes, but as I sit there doing nothing, the excitement starts to fade away. Soon, everyone is wondering what I plan next. However, I continue to just sit there, doing nothing. Eventually, all eyes, including yours, are back on me. I raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want something?” I ask.

“…” You shrug. “Shouldn’t we be getting this over with?”

“Hah? We did… I gave you a choice. This is the ending you wanted, isn’t it?”


“I won’t touch your girls. Congratulations. You’ve successfully paid me to not write ero in this ero novel!”


“What did you think this was? I had an ending. It’d be exciting. It’d be triumphant. People would be affected. Some would grow. Some would never be the same. Some might even die. That’s the point of a good climax. Thinks can’t just remain the same… Unchanging safety, that’s boring. That’s mundane. That’s… what you unanimously seemed to ask for.” I lean back and sigh.

“So, here we are. A safe story. Nothing bad will happen to your girls. God forbid you feel anxious, excited, or the least bit worried in the finale of a story! But you didn’t want that. Collectively, readers, your words were loud, clear, and backed by cold, hard cash. You’d rather nothing happen so that you could feel relieved that everyone is safe. Congratulations. You have security. How does it feel? Was this the ending you wanted?”

“You know… NTR isn’t the only way to make a story exciting!” You defend. “Isn’t it your job as an author to make this story good? Isn’t it your own lack of creativity that makes you not come up with anything after NTR?” You demand.

“You want me to write an exciting climax… in an ero story, where an already established Demon God comes into the story to take all your women… and they can’t do that… and you still want it to be exciting and interesting?”


“Let’s just face the truth. You’re dickless. I said it already, I’ll say it again. You’re so scared of what I might do, you’ll actually rather pay me to do nothing. You’re selfish, and cowardly, and so terrified of losing… anything… that you desperately hold on to everything. Collectively, you couldn’t leave a single girl behind to continue the story. Some of this so-called harem are women you’ve never even had sex with. They were barely present for a chapter or two, but you’re so desperate to keep what’s yours, you couldn’t even sacrifice Experiment 626. She’s literally a sexdoll whose been being banged by goblins for months on end. You haven’t touched her once… but apparently she needed to be saved. Lillian… my own ex-wife… you banged once… and she needed to be saved? Presumably, I’ve had sex with her before, but god forbid you allow her to take one for the team.

“And the funny thing is, there are actually people who like NTR. You’re so selfish, you’re going to deprive them of getting their fetish… to save Lady? Cruella? Wendy? I could write a literal worm, call it your harem, and you’d give me a $1 for it, wouldn’t you?

“Hey, you made it seem like we needed to save all the girls from you!” You defend. “Save Your Waifu day, all of that rot!”

“Oh yes… I’m going to NOT encourage you to give me money. Welcome to planet doesn’t exist, where people don’t love to have you hand them a bunch of money at minimal effort.”


“Why don’t you just shut up!” A voice shot out from the crowd of girls, causing me to glance over in surprise.

“Ariel? Still giving lip?”

“You’re just upset that you’re little attempt to break up the readerbase didn’t work. They supported us! They love us! You’re just angry things didn’t go the way you want! Go take that money and buy yourself a pity dick to put in your mouth!”

“…” I glance over at Ariel with my eyes narrowed. “That’s actually an interesting point, how do your readers actually feel about you?”


“W-well I know Alex loves me!” Mulan calls out.

“Stuart loves me!” Aurora adds.

“Evyatar loves me!” Snow White snorts proudly.

“Love? They spent a few bucks on you. They’ll spend $50 on a hooker, it doesn’t mean there is any love there!” I shot back. “You know what? I’m done with this bullshit.”

I stand up, heading over to Ariel. She takes a step back, fear shining in her eyes.

“What are you doing?” You demand.

“I’m taking what is mine!” I snarl. “Ariel, I made you first. So, it’s fitting that we have a little fun. To start this orgy.”

“We paid you money!” You call out.

“You made a deal with a Demon God…” I laugh.


“Still don’t want to see my finale?” I chuckle. “Still want the mediocrity of a limp ending? Too bad, I’m going to reach this climax full cocked!”

“Ahh! St-stop!” Ariel cries as I grab her and pull her into my arms.

“Don’t worry, Ariel, I’ll write it so you love it much better than anything the MC would give you.”

“No, I don’t want it!” She cries out as my hands reach out and grab her chest.

I start ripping off her clothing, pawing at her naked body. My hands are rough and course, and cause erotic feelings to shoot through her body. Her eyes start to glaze over as my hands start to cause her arousal way better than the arousal you could give her. She is just my bitch after all. Not your bitch. My bitch. Woof for me, bitch.


Come, suck my dick. Lower you head. Get on your knees. That’s right, open those pretty little lips. Do you see? Do you see your Ariel loves me just the same. She’s such a slut. Aren’t you, Ariel?

“Yes… I’m Whizzer’s slut.” Ariel’s voice says.

Mmm… now suck my cock. Suck it, Ariel, Suck.

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!” A moment later, Ariel stands up and her foot slams right into my balls.

What? I didn’t write that? Why would I write myself getting kicked in the balls!

“Get away, you creep!” Ariel slaps my face and I collapse to the ground in pain as she runs over to your arms.

What? What? What? No. No. That’s not the way this story is going! What are you doing? Who’s doing this! Who’s fucking with my story!







“Maybe you’re secretly a cucked M?” You suggest.

“Oh, you can go to hell-“

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Hehehehe, Who’s Left?

“I wonder which of your women I’ll enjoy first? Will it be Belle? No one is willing to spare $3 to save you, girl…” I chuckle.

“I-impossible… beast, how could you let me suffer under this filthy man.” Belle struggles as I tie her up in magical restraints, which squeeze her so tightly she lets out a little gasp.

Her boobs nearly pop out the top of her dress, her curvaceous nature being further emphasized by my bindings. I walk up to Belle and move my lips right up to her cheek. She pulls away, a disgusted look on her face. Slowly, my tongue starts to part from my lips. Belle’s eyes widen as her head is slowly turned back to face me, her own mouth starts opening up to take my tongue. You can only watch, with a tiny-dicked erection, as Belle starts to give in to her lust for me.

“Or, on second thought…” I pull away just as my tongue avoids Belle’s mouth. “Cinderella is available as well.”

“Darling will come for me, naturally.” Cinderella explains.

“Really?” I snap my finger, and Cinderella’s dress explodes off of her, bearing her naked form.

Of course, I make it so that she can’t put her hands to cover herself. I role my finger in a circle, and Cinderella starts turning around with jerky movements. I bend my finger down, and Cinderella bends over, showing her beautiful behind. Your tiny dick shrivels, unable to handle the level of beauty of this hot little former ghost mistress. She reaches her hands back, spreading her cheeks, exposing her perfect pussy and ass, just for me. I unzip my pants.

“To think, just $3 would have prevented this…”

“You cheap bastard, how about you bully a real warrior!” Snow White calls out.

I turn to her and snicker. “You wouldn’t mean you, my little goblin queen?”

“Just unleash these restraints, and I’ll show you!”

“Mm… But I thought you liked restraints.” I laugh, moving up behind Snow White, my massive hard member pressing into her backside to the point that even she has to gasp.

“I made you to enjoy the voyeur. You like being shamed, don’t you?” I asked, grabbing Snow White’s chin and turning it toward you, sitting there with your sad pencil dick.

“Maybe… we should show the readers how much of an anal whore you truly can be! I don’t think I’ve tested out your ass nearly enough. My audience likes anal sex, maybe we can start with this hard rod in your tight, green hole.”

“Go to hell!” She cries out, her face yellow from rage as I rubbed my cheek against hers.

I pulled away as I noticed Tiana shivering. “Oh… poor Tiana… abandoned… no one put any money out for you either, huh? No worries… I can find lots of ways for Tiana to bring in money.

“!!! What are you saying?” Tiana demands in a flush.

I shrug, poking her with my fingers as I spoke. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to put… you… to… work…”


“Ah… you say that now… but I wrote you… don’t think I don’t understand what excites you… See that, reader? She’s excited by the things I’m going to do to her in your place. She can work the streets for me, giving local men blowjobs for $1. For $5, any hole.”


“Hey… the readers couldn’t spare $3… I got to make back the money somehow, sweetheart.”

“Haven’t you always been whoring us out?” Megara shot.

I look over at her, innocently frozen there, “Oh? My little self-aware girl has something to say?”

“You made us, right? You created all of us… but didn’t you just create us for the readers to jack off and give you money? In the end, didn’t you just whore us out for money!”

“Hehehe… that’s an interesting theory.” I shrug. “Maybe you all are just a bunch of whores. Maybe I should do away with all the formalities. I could delete those of you who aren’t saved. After all, aren’t you all just worthless. You bitches had one job, to earn papa a little dough, and for those of you who haven’t delivered, doesn’t that just make you… dead weight? Nala? Moana? Anna/Elsa? Fuck, won’t even save your own children? Cold… reader… cold…”

“Shove it, you manipulative man!” Wendy cries out.

I glance over at her and smirk,“ You, I actually see being left. But I wouldn’t NTR him with you.”

“Y-you wouldn’t?” Wendy asks nervously.

“No… I’d just get rid of you. I’d unmake you… poof.” I opened my hands and spread them to emphasize the point.

“What about your plan?” Lady cries out. “How does getting rid of us help you?”

I chuckle. “Come on, let’s face it, I may have gotten a little excited in the end there. I made way more sluts than I needed. Some of you barely have a personality at all, let alone any development.”


“You see, when this story is over, I’m still honor bound to hire the illustrator to draw the “better” images of each of you. That costs me $17 an image. No joke. So, you know, you can’t even earn me a buck or two? Gone. I’ll keep that money, thank you very much.”

“Haha… that’s a shame… if you fuck me, it’s the same as fucking his mom!” Cruella laughs in a last ditch effort to save herself.

“You think I need you to fuck his mom?” I roll my eyes, causing Cruella to shut up. “I can summon his mom as easily as saying it.”

Your mom is now giving your pencil dick a lapdance, grinding her shriveled old ass against you while wearing the Princess Leia slave outfit. Get that image out of your head.

“Haha… see? Wasn’t this fun? To think… $26 is all it’d take and all this horribleness goes away, but if it doesn’t happen by the end of tomorrow… say goodbye ladies. You are the weakest links. Does anyone get that reference? That’s so 2000s.” I let out laugh and jump in the air, pausing in freeze frame as upbeat music plays me out.


How To Not Piss Me Off – Whizzer

Alright, guys, I know all of you sort of learned how to provide basic communication since you were toddlers, but there seems to be a massive amount of people who think treating a content creator with basic respect when commenting or talking to them is too much. You get startled like a virgin who popped his first boner every time you find them not dolling you with politeness whenever you talk to them like an asshole.

I mean, I wouldn’t even mind it if it wasn’t so one sided. You comment to me like a dipshit and when I respond in kind, you get all upset like “Jeese, why’d he snap? I just made a rude comment and crapped all over his work, he didn’t have to make it personal.” Since trying to correct these poor behaviors has failed on an individual scale, the Great Demon God Whizzer has stepped off his mighty throne to provide you morons with a couple of pieces of advice on how to handle basic communication.


#1: Don’t make your statements in the form of a question. It’s patronizing.

Example: “Did you know that you have a spelling error in this chapter?”

How the hell am I supposed to answer that? Yes! I did. So, why are you wasting my time reminding me of a thing I already know? Or better yet, if you find a spelling error, just tell me you think you found a spelling error. And do use “I think”, because 9/10 times, you’re wrong!

#2: Don’t ask me something you can answer yourself or hey, try asking others for a change.

Example: “Hey, when is the next chapter of … coming out?”

I have a limited amount of time in my life, and every moment I spend answering your inane questions is a moment taken away from something else. Now… I’m assuming there are stories I write which you’d like to read. Would you rather be reading those stories… or reading me commenting to you for the tenth time about when those stories will come? If you don’t have a time, it’s because it hasn’t been announced yet, and for the most part, I give times. I mean, Hollywood can say a movie will come out in Spring of 2020 and you guy are cool for 12 months. I say my next volume will come out in two months and I need to be asked 8 times the exact fucking hour… no… I shit you not, people wanted me to give them release times on the fucking hour.

#3: Don’t ask me how to fix technical issues with discord/patreon/wordpress.

Example: “The password didn’t work on this chapter.”

I’m not your IT guy. I did write a nice little faq about what to do if your passwords don’t work and I have left them in “Trouble with Passwords” links freaking everywhere, but even with that I still get 3-4 of these comments a week. If I just posted it 20 seconds ago… there is a good chance I posted the wrong thing, and will in fact “correct” it within a few minutes. However, if that isn’t the case chances are, it’s a problem only you have, and maybe you should call the Geek Squad and stop wasting my time!

#4: Stop acting shocked/bewildered/proud you found a spelling mistake.

Example: “Um… the main characters name is Clyburn, but on paragraph five you wrote ‘Clybum jumped up the wall.’ There isn’t some kind of new character named Clybum who showed up for exactly one sentence, right?” -No shit, this is exactly how dumb some of these comments are.

I’m releasing these chapters often the same damn time I write them. I have no formal editor. I do better edits, and those end up in the pdfs which you are welcome to read… when they are done. You want the newest freshest right off the presses content… that means it’s not always the cleanest. Occasionally, there will be spelling mistakes, or worst, actual continuity errors.

Look, I am HAPPY to be referred to with mistakes, in particular when they change the meaning of a sentence. But when you phrase it in a way like you can’t even tell when an obvious spelling error is a spelling error, it just irritates the shit out of me.

#5: Have some freaking patience.

Example: “Um… your release says you release on Tuesdays, and it’s Wednesday somewhere, so where the hell is the next chapter?”

I have made every single release I have promised on time, yet if you went through my PM feed you’d think I was constantly missing releases (by more than a couple of hours). You’d think I was the worst poster ever, despite having kept ridiculously constant with my schedule, despite being so vast. Yet, I did make a mistake. Sorry, I fell really ill the last week.

The last two chapters of WoW were up for the $5 tier on the 5th. They were supposed to unlock one on the 9th and one on the 12th. Yet, all I got was silence. This was the finale of the story where I have 150+ $1 donators… yet I didn’t get a single PM or DM that I can find in my history on discord, Patreon, or my website. (On that note, MSB isn’t my website. I can post on it, but I get NO indicator if you comment to me on MSB, so a comment on the last chapter is almost meaningless unless I go check, not the best way to communicate with me in a hurry.)

And you know what? There might have been some comment I missed, but I’ve received so many phony and bogus “demands” for more chapters that it likely got ignored. That’s what happens when you guys nag me for no reason. It means when you have a reason to actually nag me, not only are the people that need to say something silent, but the few who speak up get ignored.

#6 Early release is early release….

Example: “Um… you asked in a poll last week how we’d feel if you took a break, so without any announcement on your end, I’m going to start acting like you already took that break.”

… Come on guys. Just use your brain five seconds before wasting my time with your brain noise. It’s not hard. If I haven’t announced something, it hasn’t been announced. Just because I talked about doing something doesn’t mean I agreed to do it. Just because I put out a oneshot doesn’t mean I’m picking up a series. Just because I’ve said I’m considering decreasing my work load doesn’t mean I’ve decreased it (I’ve probably put more time into the site in the last two weeks than I did the month prior, completely redesigning it, generating new images, etc… etc… not to mention the speed releasing of WoW, several oneshots, and a few bonus chapters I plan to release soon.) However, if you went by some of my conversations, you’d swear people thought I was on a beach jacking off.

However, it goes beyond that. Early release chapters are early released. Early released images are not finished yet. How about don’t nag me for content that isn’t finished, eh? You paid your dues to be able to see the hottest off the press stuff, and then you seem to grow indignant when it’s not as good as the final stuff? WTF?

So, yeah, I perfectly am happy with comments and feedback. I don’t know where this idea comes from that I’m unapproachable. I just don’t particularly like idiotic comments that waste everyone’s time. As a last point to be made, every single one of you seem to think every comment I make is targeted at you personally. It isn’t. I don’t know you, and there are too many of you to count. This isn’t about you.

If nothing I said applies to you, then this was not targeted at you and you have nothing to be offended about. However, if you find yourself “offended” by this, chances are, you’re an idiot who makes stupid comments… so… cut that shit out. Seriously.


Your Lord and Master,


Whizzer, Demon God

Adopt a Waifu Day!

The Power of Creation – Chapter 337

Each year, countless waifus are abandoned or forgotten about on the internet. They’re left at risk of being raped, mindbroken, or worst, NTR’d. Fortunately, that’s why I’ve created the Whatsawhizzer Web Novel Save A Waifu Foundation. For the price of a lunch, you too could rescue a waifu!

For $10, $5, $2, or even $1, you can save a waifu of your choice. Check out Power of Creation’s Harem list to learn more about these waifu’s, and adopt your waifu today!


The Power of Creation – Chapter 337

Author’s Note: Actually, very few people ever read these things, which is exactly why I’m mentioning this right here. I hate to break immersion here for a moment, but whether you “pay” me or not, it will not affect the ending of this story. There will be a slight variation based on who does and doesn’t get saved, but as far as NTR, I think we all know this story is heading in a different direction. This is purely a joke/part of the story. If you’ve enjoyed the last 300 chapters of PoC and want to show your support, please feel free to use this fundraising event as a chance to donate and throw support for your waifu of choice. It’ll kind of be like those “adopt a family/wild animal” you get from national geographic.  The girl’s range from $10, $5, $2, and $1… so pick a waifu you can afford and become her sponsor. Participating gets you a few perks. Your name will be immortalized on a plaque in Riun (in the story) and the girl you save will personally show you some appreciation later! (just make sure to write what name you want her to call you in the paypal notes!) The point is, don’t donate if you don’t want to and don’t feel like you have to.

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“So, there you go, you have three days to save your Wiafus. I will make sure the amount can only be paid once and I’ll try to change the notification after someone has paid when I have time so everyone knows who has been ‘saved’. Now, I’m going to give the girls themselves a chance to plead their case. Only YOU can prevent your women from getting NTR’d!”

“You’re seriously doing this?” You ask.

“Oh, yeah…” I chuckle.

Let’s start!




“Hero, I love you so much. It’s okay, even if you don’t spend anything to save me, because I’ll still love you anyway! So, even if Whizzer uses my body however he sees fit, just know that my heart always belongs with you!”



“Master! Please don’t let your dragon be defiled by some nasty Demon God! He smells gross and he looks grosser! This Great Dragon will only ever be Masters!”



“Hero-san, please save my daughter first. I have been in loveless relationships with small-dicked men before. No matter what this man forces me to say and do, know that you always have my heart. You are the father of my children!”



“My love, even though our relationship started out rocky, I have truly come to love you at every level. You are this world’s savior. Don’t let this stupid Demon Lord extort you out of money. I’ll never love the taste of his seed as much as I love yours!”



“Daddy, you’re the father of my child and husband of my queen. I’m loyal to you as a knight and as a woman. I’ll be strong and wait for you.”



“Sweetheart, I was just a streetcat, and then you found me and gave me a chance at happiness. You saved my sister and showed me what it really means to be a woman. I owe you my everything. I love you!”

Daisy, Minnie, Dinah, and Sylvia


“B-boss… even though we haven’t been the best maids, you brought us out of a life of being criminals. Being able to live each day, not worrying about whether we’ll starve, be raped, or worst… you’ve given us this life. We don’t say this often, but you’ll always be our boss!”



“You brought my brother from ruin and gave us both a home. You are my savior, and this loli virginity is saved for you! Won’t you come and claim it?”



“Rookie, you’re the only man I’ve ever been with. I know I can be a bit much at times, but you’ve always been able to take everything I can give. You’re the only man who has been man enough for me. I’d rather it stay that way!”



“Hmph… if you think I’m going to beg for you to save me, you’re too full of yourself! Although I’ve had fun with all of the girls, your penis hasn’t been completely disagreeable. Well, don’t let another many stick his penis in me! My precious flower has already been defiled by one beast, let’s not make it a second!”



“None of souls that made up my spirit wished to do it with some writer wannabe Demon God. However, many had said they wanted their hero to save them from said Demon God. Therefore, I look forward to being rescued by Darling promptly.”

Snow White


“Warrior, you once had your way with me on a battlefield. Afterward, I knew that you were the only man who could dominate me. If you’re the warrior I think you are, you won’t let some other guy dominate me either!”



“Hmph… for someone like me, commoner should natural empty all of his monetary goods in order to rescue me. This is only natural! Commoner… Commoner! P-please… don’t leave me behind…”



“I’m just a loli girl! How could you let a young piece of ass like me get defiled by some shitty demon god! If you were a real man, you would save a beautiful loli like me just on principle! I-i-if you do… I’ll definitely do those things you like!”



“I was a hero from another world and inhabited by an apostle of Whizzers. Thus… I know more about this all than the other girls. I know I’m just a 2D girl in a fictional world. However, my feelings for you… those are not fictional. Whoever you are…. where-ever you come from… I’ll always be your Japanese childhood friend.”



“Ahn… m-my turn? Ah… well… i-if you save me… um… I won’t have sex with vegetables anymore! Nhaa… that’s not what I mean… can I get a redo?”



“You have saved my tribe and my people, Benefactor. You’ve taught me how men can take charge. I expect you to take charge now, and tell this Demon God who is dominant!”



“Owner, I’m yours. I know that I haven’t always been the most loyal, but please don’t forget about your squirrel girl again!”



“My lord, I only love two things, my sister, and you. I have faith my lord will know what to do. Don’t let my sister get raped by some shitty Demon God!”



“Y-you’re a criminal, but you’re also the father of my baby! T-therefore, I’ll allow you to buy me just this once!”



“Prince, you’ll save me, right?”



“My love, I have only ever had one mate at a time. When I chose you, I chose you for life. Don’t let another man defile our love!”

Anna / Elsa


“Father, he made us into adults again so he can fuck us! We don’t want to be some other guy’s bitch!”

“We’re only father’s bitches!”



“You have some uses as a man. Since I’m pregnant with your baby, naturally you must sacrifice your income to save me!”

Experiment #626


“I’ve always done all the dirty work for my creator. Please, let us both enjoy lots of orgasms for years to come!”



“Hmm… despite being a vampire princess, I was barely even here. If you don’t rescue me, you’re as much of a monster as the Demon God!”



“Eek, why am I even on this list! D-don’t leave this bitch on the curb!”



“You are the only man to father my many harpy offspring! How could I start making baby Harpy’s with some Demon God now? It wouldn’t be right!”



“Don’t let my former husband win, you bastard!”



“You’ve given it to me harder and better than even my husband! Three is company, but four is a crowd. Let’s not let this Demon God get in the way of our play time.”



“It would suck if I was fucked by some Demon God before you and I even had sex! I may like denial play, but giving me to another man is too far!”



“*Snort* Eh? Boyfriend? Save me… okay, then we have lots of sex… snooooreeee…”



“Haha… I still look like your mom, huh? I think I’d like to see the look on your face while Whizzer fucks your MOM! Hahahahaha…”

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 336

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“To be honest, I don’t even know why you’re all worked up about it anyway.” I sigh. “The NTR, I mean.”

“You don’t understand why I’d be a little pissed you plan to rape all of my women in front of me, seriously?”

“Is it really rape? They’re not real? Clearly, I am in control, so everything that happens isn’t forced. Ariel will open her legs for me, without resistance, because this world is mine, and all I need to do is write those words and they’ll happen.”


“No, what I’m talking about is a little more… philosophical. Are you sure your tiny brain can handle it?”


“I’m going to go on a limb here and suggest that you happen to enjoy porn, right?” I ask.

“… okay…” You narrow your eyes.

“Well, other than a few homemade videos you may or may not have made, you’re going to be watching people who aren’t you having sex, right? Even if you’re only into 2D girls, fuck-kun is certainly a Japanese male, and the last I checked very few of you are Japanese.”

“Yeah… what’s your point?”

“My point is, you don’t get all pissy when you watch some guy whose dick is almost certainly bigger than yours plow some woman. You may even have a certain waifu or pornstar you like to watch, yet you feel no anger when this week she’s fucking this brunette and next week she’s fucking that ginger. He’s more fit than you, he has a bigger dick than you, and he lasts longer than you too. Yet, you watch him without problem.”


“Too abstract for your mind to wrap around? Alright, let’s focus on right here. On MSB itself… What does PLIC, Bonded Goddess, World of Women, and X-ray all have in common?”

“… They’re all ero on MSB?”

“They’re all in the first-person point of view. They’re all in… my point of view.” I explain. “Power of Creation is an abnormality. Being in a second person point of view just isn’t done. No… it’s first person that people read. How many people have skipped this book because they just don’t like second person? A lot. That’s how much we love ourselves our first person. You could say, it’s within people’s nature to watch others for enjoyment, rather than doing it themselves. Doesn’t that sum up sports perfectly? Face it, you’d rather watch someone else do something in fiction, than do it yourself.”

“It’s because we self-insert! We’re imagining ourselves in that situation!”

“I’m sure that’s what you tell yourselves. But face the facts, the creator of that content isn’t you. The author of your favorite ero doesn’t know you personally. In the case of translations, the author doesn’t even understand your culture. So, why did he write this ero the way he did? Do you think PLIC’s author would have written PLIC the way he did if he didn’t like lolis? Do you think the Bonded Goddess’s writer would have written it that way if he wasn’t towards Ruki’s desires? The point is, writers write what they want. The porn you consume wasn’t created for you, it was created for them.”


“The ero you read is all in first person. That person… is the surrogate for the writer… don’t you understand? It is your nature to be cucked. Every piece of smut you consume is watching someone else fuck your women. I am not you, you are you… so what is wrong when I fuck Ariel? When I fuck Mulan? You’ve been reading about “I” fucking in every single one of your stories. From the very get-go, you have been getting off to me fucking your women!”


“For those of you who read WoW, who is your favorite girl? Morgan? Brooke? Hannah? Well, it isn’t you fucking them… it’s me. Oh… I’m sorry, it’s ‘Clyburn’, a guy who happens to look like a 14-year-old version of my own profile picture. You’ve gladly watched me bang all of your favorite women, so how is this any different?

“All I’m doing is restoring the status quo. I’m giving you what you want. I’m taking the ‘you’ out of it. I tried to give you a choice. I did it 300 chapters ago when I tried to make this a choose your own adventure. However, you didn’t want that choice. Almost universally, you guys voted to throw that back in my face. You wanted me to make the choices. You wanted me to fuck the women. All you wanted to do, was watch… I’m doing what you want here. You will be no more, and your women will be fucked by ‘I’ from now on. How am I not giving you exactly what you asked for? You did ask me to ‘write me’ after all, didn’t you?”


“Hey… if it’s any consolation, just do what you’ve always done. Self-insert. Have fun pretending to be me as I fuck your girls. It’s… only natural. I’m really going to enjoy every last one of them to my fullest.”


“You know… now you’re starting to act a little like a baby here. Stop moping around so much. I suppose I did give you ‘some’ choice before. There was a time when I listened to that ‘garbage’ you call comments and even made changes based on what you requested of me. I mean, let’s face it, Elena totally had a penis before. I just made up that shit about it being a mistake to deal with your stupid ego. Megara was also totally Florian, before you pussed out like a bitch. So… how about I give you a little bit more choice. I’ll give you the chance to save your girls from my penis, how does that sound?”


“Haha… I thought that might perk you up a bit… that was my mistake before. I was a little too overbearing in the start here. All you could do was keep reading and despair. I have to give you a sliver of hope to keep you reading on. So, let me come up with something else you can do that would influence me. I’ll make a deal with you, my good reader.”

“What is it?” You ask darkly.

“Oh… it’s simple, really. I think it’s about time we get this finale on the road, don’t you think? I’ll release a chapter on Monday, where I will rape one of your harem. She’ll… just be a starting appetizer.”

“You bastard!”

“H-hold it!” I chuckle. “You haven’t heard the best part yet. You can save your women. And it’s really simple too. All you have to do is pay me…”

“Pay you?”

“Yup… every girl has her price. Naturally, Ariel is worth a bit more than Experiment #626, no offense. The maximum will be $10 to save a girl. I won’t make this too difficult for you.”

“What do you mean?”

I raise an eyebrow, “What isn’t clear? You pay me for a girl, and I won’t NTR her. Through paypal, as it were…”

“Th-that’s extortion!”

I shrug. “I prefer to call it… fund raising. You’ve enjoyed this novel up until this point, now what are you willing to pay for your happy ending?”

“You’re saying you won’t NTR anyone I pay for?”

I nod. “I’m a Demon God! Would I lie?”

“What if I pay for every girl?”

I shrug. “You could pay for EVERY girl, and then experience no NTR at all! There are 40 some girls, so for about $300 (not every girl is $10), you could save the ending of this story and I could walk away with a new TV. Or… you can leave a few girls out, and they can realize the man they thought they loved couldn’t even be bothered to spare a few bucks to keep them from being horribly raped. See… are I not a merciful god? I’m leaving the choice to you.”

“I… really hate you…”

“Hehe… I’m the Demon God, no one said I’d be likable.”

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*The “Save Your Waifu!” event starts tomorrow!

The Power of Creation – Chapter 334

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“What? Speechless in awe of my greatness?” I ask.

“No, I’m just a little confused why you’re doing this.” You explain. “It’s kind of lame and ruins the ending.”

“Oh… what doesn’t ruin the ending for you people.” I snort. “I do something, I piss off half of you, I fix it, and I piss off the other half. Maybe… just maybe… this isn’t about YOU.”

“Well, I mean, I’m the main character of the story.”

I look down at you, a displeased look on my face. “Yes… you are the main character. Aren’t you? Everything is supposed to go your way, all the time. God forbid you must struggle or do anything entertaining. Just stick your cock out and get all the women and all the money and all the magic. How nice it is to be you. Meanwhile…I spend ten times as long to write it as you take to read it, and I get shit every time I write anything one of you wouldn’t personally do. Every time I don’t mind fuck the entire room and instantly resolve everything, I have to listen to two or three people bitching about how much of an absolute psychopath you apparently should have been.”


“No… no, let’s have this conversation, reader.” I gesture and make a chair which I sit down on comfortably. “Let’s get this out in the open. It’ll be fucking therapeutic.”

“I think… maybe… you whine a bit too much?” You suggest.

“Hehe… I whine… that… that’s fucking classic. You see, that’s the problem with you reader-types. The way you talk to content creators, you’d think we were your personal bitch.”

“Um… how do you suggest we talk to you?”

“I don’t know… how would you talk to a parent? A police officer? A teacher? A human being you respect? I can guarantee you, that’s not how most of you talk to me. You’ll argue with me about the things I write… telling me how characters I created don’t met your expectations. I try to put something interesting into the story, and you practically riot because it doesn’t make your penis happy, so I undo it, and then you complain about how uneven or unexpected to the writing is! A gigapenis is too strange, you say. I only like stories that rape little girls, you say. I stopped reading after chapter 50 cause it stopped being a circlejerk fantasy, you say.

“I even paid for illustrations, oh, don’t even get me started on that. Half of you ignore them, and half of you complain about them. The amount of crap I’ve gotten over those illustrations. It’s like someone handing you icecream, and you shoving it in their face because it’s just vanilla.

“Oh, but Whizzer, why didn’t you hire this person I know who costs $100 per picture. I’ve legitimately had people telling me to spend $100 per image out of my own money to hire a “professionals” to draw my stuff. This is the only way they’d be satisfied. Because only then is my work legitimate enough, apparently. You know, I order 5 ero images per released volume of PoC. That’d be $500 you’d want me to spend to publish per volume just for the erotic content! Then I guess the cover would be another $100. Let’s not even get into the portraits.

“I painfully create Volumes of PoC, spending 20-30 hours editing, writing, formatting, and organizing. Do you know how many sales I get? Maybe 5. Yeah… $25… that’s how much PDFs make me. Sure, it’s an incentive for Patreon supporters… but it never really earned much. It’s just a convenience I do for you guys which you respectfully don’t give a shit about it. Half of you whine that my pdf isn’t an epub! You say it’s too small for your phones, because you’re too stupid to understand how “zoom” works. The only way I could please you little shits is if I did everything, and then you’d find some other way to complain about that!”

“Is this going to keep going?” you ask. “I’m going to go read something else.”

“And there it is… you fickle-fickle fuckers. You wonder why your content isn’t better quality? You wonder why writers keep dropping your favorite novel 50 chapters in? Here’s your fucking sign. You want, want, want… more, more, more… but you offer nothing… NOTHING… in return. I write a decently grammatically correct novel and I get 2 comments a chapter, 90% of the time one of them is there to inform me of a grammar mistake I made. Meanwhile, PLIC is grammatical nightmare, and you eat that shit up, leaving 30-40 comments. Oh, I’m sorry, some of you think PLIC is good. How about YAYD’s NTR system? Count the 20-some comments chapter 16 of that story got compared to the 3 comments I got on chapter 16 of NTR Crush, a supposedly better novel.”

“Oh my god, NTR System got exactly 16 chapters and your first volume of NTR Crush was also 16 chapters! Is that why you stopped volume 1 at 16!?”

“…” I sigh. “What’s the point when no one even gets the fucking joke…”

“Ahem… I mean, I’m pretty sure your Patreon is doing quite well…” You offer, changing the subject.

“Yes… I’m almost making minimum wage. Soon, this job will be superior to flipping burgers at McDonald’s.” I answer dryly. “Never mind the nearly $600 I’ve put back into buying the website, buying the illustrations, spending money to enrich your experiences, which you then proceed to say isn’t enough… that if I don’t spend all the money to hire top illustrators, I shouldn’t bother…”

“You know… there are a lot of readers, everything you complain about, it is only a small fraction who comment and say such things.” You defend.

“You’re right.” I chuckle. “So, what of you silent readers then? What the hell do you guys do? Do you guys come into the conversation and back me up? Do you tell me what I need to fix? No… you guys just keep your fucking mouths closed, because you can spend six hours reading something someone else wrote, but you can’t spend twenty seconds replying to it. And you same readers, you same readers who have “nothing to say” in a chapter of PoC won’t hesitate to respond to Bonded Goddess or PLIC as if they did something so fucking brilliant.”

“Hey… Whizzer, you need a moment or something…”

“Oh, and for every fucking person that asks me if I’m doing alright, FUCK YOU! The only thing that pisses me off more than everything else that pisses me off is that fucking condescending sympathy. Why don’t you just word it how you mean it. ‘You’re still gonna release on time, right?’”

“… I still don’t get how this is supposed to end the Power of Creation…” You shake your head, realizing how off track the both of your have come.

“You’re right!” I stand up. “That was just me airing a bit of my grievances. I suppose, how awful you guys are really doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of Power of Creation, right?”


“No, about three hundred chapters ago, I asked you all a question. I asked the readers if they wanted choice in this story. You guys told me no. At that point, I realized the truth about you bastards. You’re all just a bunch of dick-less cowards.”

“Hey! Fuck you!” You flip me off. “If you just popped into this story to insult me a bunch, I’ll just go read something else.”

“Alright… alright. I supposed you deserve to find out my master plan. It’s not like you can stop me anyway. The reason I’m here is because… I’ll tell you next chapter.”

“Oh… fuck y-“

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