Chapitre 77: Her Death (2) II

Jason pulled himself away from her body, getting to his feet as the realization clawed at him.

He stood there, the scent of blood still vibrant, he trembled – not from sorrow, but from the fear of what awaited him.

"When I came to this world I didn't think much about it, I always considered it as 'the novel world' because all of its events would be based on what happened in the novel." Jason admitted to himself.

He had consumed the tales that were created by the author, the stories of the main cast's heroic efforts, their deaths and their losses. Resilient characters that fought with their lives, and sometimes losing it in the process.

"When the main cast lost something precious to them, they could always move forward. Me... I can't even feel anything!!" He continued, speaking aloud.

Frankly speaking, Jason didn't know how to feel in this.

"That was probably dumb."