Yrythaela

A world run by magic... so, what would happen if a mana-less child was born in it? Avan Neidleest, a child born without a single ounce of mana. His skin was pale and was drought out of nutrients. Everyone stayed away from him. He was a noble, yet commoners laugh at his failures and talentless nature. And no one would rebuke them for it. He was an outcast, a nobody. Yet all he has is his sword. He swung it every single day not getting stronger. But training himself to ignore the pain as he swings it. He swung it every single day, study about magic even though he can't practice it in the hopes that something would change. He swung, in the heat, in the winter, in the autumn and every single day. In hopes that someone will accept him and acknowledge him. No matter how much he was brought down, he just swung and swung his sword and the immeasurable pain of it still lingered. Days passed... months... years... until it turned into a decade. As he swung his sword, it was not hope he was given, but despair. He was just an insect compared to everyone else in the whole world. "Hard work does not equal talent." Is what everyone else said to him. A decade of despair welled up inside of him. And then... it exploded. A decade of malice, sadness, despair, loneliness all welled up inside of him exploded and has been concentrated into a single ball of energy. He wrecked havoc. He became stronger than he ever was before. A single swing of his sword cut mountains. As he swung his sword, the wave of it blew out houses. But he was just a human borrowing a power that can't hold his body. So in the end... his body broke down, achieving strength that he wanted to attain for so long. But something was wrong, no one was acknowledging him as he fell to the ground. "Wasn't this... what you wanted..? I got stronger right..? I'm strong now... so why... why do you have those faces..." As he closed his eyes, he drifted off in the darkness. And then letters appeared in front of him in the deep dark of the abyss. [Conditions has been met.]

"At that day... the world was swallowed by an infinite darkness. W- we couldn't see anything. We couldn't do anything and just stand there. But then, a flicker of light in the distance. I looked around and the people around me disappeared. I didn't care as I felt my whole body's control returned back to me. I moved... I moved... I ran, I ran! I could move! I shouted in joy. That light... that's all I need... That light! But as soon as I reached out my hand into the darkness... My view suddenly turned upside down. 'Eh..?' I said out loud, confused as to why that happened. As I looked up, it was as if my body gave up on me as I saw the hundreds of tentacles latched around my neck. I felt the creature breathe on me. I should be dead as my whole neck was twisted, yet... I could still feel it, I could feel the pain. As it opened its mouth, thousands of parts moved around and I could see the never ending void in its mouth. 'You... The story... You aren't meant to be here.' The monstrosity of the creature told me. I felt the tentacles over my body closing me in with the creature. I closed my eyes... I was ready to accept death. And then... I woke up. Is this... Is this... Earth? or Hell?"

This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. In short, a genius. But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love. His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to. Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'? AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

Zieglind Reysh, corporate slave. Spent all his years studying materials he didn't need. Graduated college with a Historian diploma. But all of that were useless since he got a desk job selling stocks. Then one day, he heard a voice that no one can hear. The voice promises him a restart on his life. The conditions is, DEATH. He knew he was talking to a god of death. Will Zieglind accept this offer? Maybe yes, maybe no. But he realized that he accomplished nothing in the span of 20 years of his life. If he can be a new person then he'll choose one thing more than anything. A conqueror of the new world.