writing some fanfiction cliches that I usually read

So apparently you might have already read mangas and manwhas or watched some anime with the most common cliches such as  the mc being overpowered and looks cool while having a harem of cute girls. This type of content has already been overused so much that it already wasted its potential of having a great story that doesnt have to rely on these tropes.

     In this novel, hence being my first one, will be one of those horribly written storyline, dialogue, and characters with no amount of effort being put into the series and an already used genre such as the video game element which further proves the point that the author only writes this story purely for entertainment. 

     Please do not enjoy this or you will have a migrain for trying to understand anything in this mess of a novel.

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Hi Guys,
This is it -- my new novel which will be uploaded exclusive at webnovel only for you guys. I do hope you like and support it.
I have the bigger picture with me and I'm still working with the outline and drafts. But, I will try my best to release more chapter a day or probably bonus chapters if this one does well in the ranking.
You may find it common or cliche or maybe u had read or watched something as similar, I'm not sure either but these were my ideas although there will be some common plot but I will make sure to avoid cliches stuff as much as possible. If I can't avoid it, I will try to make it interesting at some point...
Please leave a review and comment or you can also make suggestions to give me an idea on how to make the story better and more lovely for you to read guys @discord... https://discord.gg/PNGkTUy
Chapter will be posted at the opening of Jan. 1 2019 at 0001H then to be updated daily (1 chapter/day) or more plus bonus chapters if the ranking will be good.
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This Author had planned to do "Hate & Love Series" in the future ---
note: every novel is a stand alone story so you don't have to read the other to understand each book... 
The General Who Hates Me (in writing)
https://www.webnovel.com/book/12686884405600705/The-General-Who-Hates-Me
The Doctor Who Loves Me (in writing)
https://www.webnovel.com/book/14191303206660205/The-Doctor-Who-Loves-Me


The meanest person to you could sometimes be the one who loved you the most...
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Arya Tan made a reckless decision because of a desperate situation. She had to disappear from his sight to save her loved ones. In return, she vowed to repay the debt she owed him if they were to meet again.

Ryu Ken gave his heart to only one woman.
But that woman left, broke his heart and hurt him. So, he vowed to find her, despite how long it would take. He would give her the punishment she deserved.

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Excerpt:

"Leaving already? You seem to be in such a rush to talk to me. Why don't you spill it out now?"

Stunned, Arya wondered if she was hallucinating. The voice was very familiar. Her mind was spinning; she thought he sounded like Ryu. Then it occurred to her that the anger she was feeling might just clouding her judgment.

She abruptly shook her head and declared, "It's okay, I can wait outside. Dress first and let's talk after that. Call the reception once you are ready."

She heard the man chuckle as if amused, a familiar sound that made her turned around. She gasped when she almost bumped into a man's wet chest.

"Um sorry, you sound familiar." She said slightly, bowing her head to hide her flushed face.

She felt the man's arm encircled her waist while she was abruptly pulled towards him.

He then leaned forward and scornfully whispered into her ear, "Aren't you here to negotiate? I was hoping you had a better offer."

Arya frowned and abruptly pushed the man, attempting to get away from him. Instead, she was pushed back until she could feel her back pinned against the wall.

She tilted her head to look up at the rude man and was left with open-mouthed looking at a familiar face.

She was shocked but mumbled, "Ryu?"

Ryu smirked and stared at Arya's slightly opened lips and said, "Did you miss me? How about this?"

Before Arya can utter another word, Ryu captured her lips abruptly and kissed her roughly.

Arya felt the familiar lips that were deeply probing hers. It was the familiar conquering lips that, for six months, she had missed terribly.

The kiss that made her legs weak. They trembled slightly. Butterflies fluttered from her throat down to her stomach, sending a shiver through her core.

This was the kiss she had been longing for her entire life.

[Warning: novel is r-18]
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P.S. My Other Hate & Love Series (Standalone book):

The CEO Who Hates Me (completed)
The General Who Hates Me (completed)
The Doctor Who LOVES Me (completed)
Loving A Heartless Lawyer (in writing)

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fyi. cover is mine; commissioned art by Shanart

There are a lot of people who have the common misconception that story is no good if it uses existing tropes and generic plots genre savvy readers are so used to seeing by now.

If people were to be more self-aware, then they would figure out that most popular works are basically re-skinned versions of our favourite overall narratives. Whether it is a quest to save the world or a more personal story, cliches are bound to happen.

However, there is a difference between good cliches and bad ones. The bad ones tend to be an observation of something that is 'tsundere' and then thinking it's totally reasonable to make a character of this character archetype without considering how it fits in with your story. The 'cute girl warming up to you, the main character' is fantasy all otakus fall into once in a while and is something they'd like to read in their fiction. What they don't want is cardboard box with no humanity that turns them this way.

The 'over tv trope analysis' effect happens when you know about a trope but don't seem to understand that it can't be easily added to a story just because you know it exists. Take the Toradora anime as an example: The heroine of the series isn't violent and abrasive because 'that is her archetype', but because there are multiple facets to her life which ended up shaping her to fit that archetype.

Although tropes themselves are like gears in a story that keep the plot moving, the only way to truly write a good story is through 'translating' them to fit the setting and theme of the story your writing.

If you can't add a trope in a way that influences your reader's feelings in one way or another, then it's better not to add it in the first place. After all, no one wants to read an abbreviation of a trope no matter how many creative gimmicks you add on top of it.

Think of Isekai as an example. Though it's become a trend in the community to send people to another world just to replicate how other authors create a sense of immersion for their readers using it. There is a massive difference between the likes of 'In Another World With My Smartphone' and 'Re:Zero In Another World'. The former only using the barebones skeleton of the trope while the latter completely taking advantage of everything the trope entails through adding an element of realism to the story.

The whole reason Natsuki Subaru is well remembered isn't because he's the perfect protagonist but because the writer of the story fully utilised everything about the trope instead of using it just for superficial immersion from a 'normal human from Earth' being transported into a fantasy world.

There is a feeling of 'perfection' added into the story not because it is the perfect story, but because the tropes it added were 'perfectly utilised' to tell the story the Author wanted to tell. Some could say a story isn't fully immersive due to lack of specific explanations and whatnot. However, they miss the point and end up not realising that a good story is one that influences the reader in specific way rather than trying to eat more than it can chew.

Take Steins/Gate as an example: If you were to ask the question of why a satellite that crashed into a building not investigated by the authorities as soon as it happened, then the rest of this thrilling time-travel story falls apart. Contrarily, by focusing more on characters instead, it was able to make the people watching the Anime ignore this plot hole to the point everyone considers it a masterpiece (unlike its dumpster fire of a sequel that was badly written).

Intrigue could be the result of contrived situations such as very specific 'coincidences' happening just for the sake of moving the plot. This may sound bad to do on paper, but it actually helps a lot in making a story more immersive if foreshadowing is done correctly. Other than that, you could say that any story has a certain level of contrivances in it if you looked at it deep enough... My point from saying all this is that contrivances are fine if it is character driven. As long as you know what you are trying to write and have the guts to make artistic choices with how much information you'd keep back or tell the readers, then you'll do great as a writer.

I brought this up many times, but I myself once write an Isekai and purposefully left out the main character's name, looks, and even where on Earth he lived before reincarnating into another world. It was an artistic choice no one understood at first but as they read more of it, the fact that I chose to put emphasis on the most defining traits of his past life while only adding how it changed his decision making skills in his second life did wonders later on.

Let this be a lesson to you all. Even 'Art' can't be about everything. The tools and colours you use is what will define it once your done. No story is liked by all audiences, but that doesn't mean your own story won't be liked if you don't follow 'trends'.

In fact, it's the opposite. The more you try to appeal to everyone, the more generic your story will become. It's best to know what your trying to write, have faith, and only edit once many chapters are done since it is impossible to see if your story is good or not unless you write ten chapters or more.

Well, that's all I got. My point is stop having anxiety attacks and write with a vision in mind before trying to adapt to your audience. Be flexible, but not cowardly, as you NEED to have you own opinions.

Have a nice time writing~! 😀

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

This is a place that looks like ancient ruins of some sort.

The vague, dream-like feeling that had been present the entire time is now gone. In its place is a slightly chilly air that quickly wakes me up.

The ceiling is high, and the entire surroundings is illuminated by magic light.

"So this is the center."

Violet-san does a quick spin to take in the entire space.

"So what is it that we should destroy?"

I don't see anything that looks like a magic core. The only thing here is a huge door standing a distance away.

"Beyond the door, most likely."

Violet-san walks on the stone paving, approaching the door.

"Makes sense."

I follow after her.

The door is ridiculously enormous. Its width is enough for 100 people to walk abreast. Well alright, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration.

Point is, it's a really big door.

That ancient-looking door is covered here and there with black stains that is clearly blood, underneath which are innumerable ancient letters packed tightly together. Wound around the entire door are swathes of chains thicker than the average human waist that are keeping it tightly shut.

"Would we be able to go in if we get these chains off?"

"Probably."

I grab one of the chain links and pull.

It doesn't even budge.

"Yep, not happening."

No matter how many tournaments for people who can't use magic I may win, something this thick is just physically impossible for me.

If I try to cut it with my sword, it'll definitely be my sword that breaks.

"You know, this thing most probably has a key."

"I see, good point."

We spot it in one second.

Right beside the door is a dais with a really fancy-looking sword stabbed into it.

"Whichever way anyone looks at it, this is it for sure."

"Whichever way whoever looks at it, this is it for sure."

The side of the sword dais is, again, packed tightly with ancient letters.

"It seems that this sword can cut through those chains."

So says Violet-san as she reads the ancient lettering.

But I've already understood it. A sword in a dais. This pattern...

"But this sword can't be drawn, right?"

"Eh...?"

"I can tell with a single glance..."

So saying, I place a hand on the sword hilt and give it a tug, but as expected it does not budge.

"As I had thought... here, too..."

So I mutter profoundly.

"This sword can only be drawn by the chosen..."

"What...!?"

Violet-san hurriedly traces the ancient lettering on the dais with her fingers.

And so, I let go of the sword.

"The sword... is rejecting me..."

So I say on the spur of the moment, but the sword's not actually rejecting me.

But the sword stuck in the dais being draw-able only by the chosen hero is mere common sense, a cliche used well and well again.

"The Holy Sword can only be drawn by direct descendants of the heroes... that's indeed what it says here. I'm surprised you managed to read and decode this magic text in one look."

"Hmph... everything exists as cliches..."

"So you're familiar enough with magic letter secret codes to recognize the various patterns as cliches... so that's how you knew."

"Something like that."

I nod with satisfaction.

A sword stuck in a dais, and a seal on a door that can only be undone with said sword. It's indeed extremely cliche, but actually I love contrivances like this.

Isn't it great? Really feels like a fantasy world.

"How troublesome..."

Violet-san sits on the dais and sighs.

"Any other way?"

I sit down next to Violet-san.

"None recorded on here, at least."

"I see."

I think for a while in the silence. Probably we're both thinking about the other.

So I speak up first.

"You want to disappear?"

"Disappear?"

"Didn't you say that if the core is destroyed, you'd disappear?"

"Hmm, how should I put it. Rather than 'disappear,' it'd be more accurate to say that I'd be 'freed,' I suppose."

Violet-san looks at me and smiles.

"What's the difference?"

"Here is a jail where memories are repeated again and again without end, for eternity. It's a bit hard to bear for me, you see..."

So she murmurs in a voice that sounds like it might vanish at any moment.

"I see. Then let's wait a while."

"Wait...?"

"If we wait a while, we might be able to do something about the door. But before that... we have guests."

Before the door appears a glowing rift in space.

The rift gradually grows to a certain size, then a bald ossan and a beautiful elf girl comes out from there.

"Nn...?"

"What's the matter?"

"Not much, just that that elf-san's face looks really similar to a friend of mine."

But they're different people. Their bone structure is different. So is their gait and manner too.

"Hou... to have brought Aurora all the way here."

So says the bald ossan while looking at Violet-san.

"You know him?"

"I don't remember having seen him before. But my memory is incomplete, so maybe I've met him before?"

The two of us are whispering to each other.

"But what a pity. The door cannot be opened by the likes of you."

The bald ossan is smirking.

"You're quite an unlucky one, aren't you, lad?"

"Eh, you're talking about me?"

I point to myself.

"I don't know where or how you've wandered into here, but because you were deceived by the witch's honeyed words, you will now have to die. Cut to pieces by this Olivie here, to be specific."

Under Bald Ossan's instruction, the elf-san steps forward.

Bald Ossan is not much, but this beauty is strong.

"You can't, she is..."

"I know, she's strong."

"Let's run!"

"Why?"

We're whispering again.

"If you must hate someone, hate that witch next to you, not me. And also your foolish self! Kill him, Olivie!"

Olivie-san readies a sword that looks exactly like the Holy Sword.

I draw my cheap Academy-issued sword. Her glass bead-like eyes are looking solely at me.

I can feel a smile spreading on my face.

"Wait, you can't fight her!"

Why?

Violet-san's voice emanates from behind me.

Just like how everyone adored heroes in their childhood, a certain young man adored those powers hidden in shadows. After hiding his strength and living the mediocre life of a mob character by day while undergoing frenzied training by night, he finally reincarnates into a different world and gains ultimate power. The young man who is only playing at being a power in the shadows, his misunderstanding subordinates, and a giant organization in the shadows that gets trampled…. This is the story of a young boy who had adored powers in shadows possibly eventually reigning over the world of shadows in another world.

My name is Aymen, just a regular college student in India with no motivation in life whatsoever.I like to think I'm much smarter than the regular guy since I managed to get into one of the best colleges in the country and stay on top without much effort on my part.I just spend my time watching movies, animes, series, playing games, reading webnovels. All the free time during quarentine has made me think about this world, how you know most of everything to know about this world, how you know most of the career options available to you, none of which seems appealing, how it all gets boring and monotonous after a while. This in turn has made me immerse myself in fantasy worlds imagining myself in those works that seems much more interesting, with much more surprises and adventure. Updating all the latest episodes of my childhood animes like one piece, dragon Ball, Naruto, etc, updating my knowledge on it's trivia, etc has been my escape for the last few months. The past months alone in my home has been me just sinking deeper and deeper into a wishful self inserts in my mind imagining myself in each World and what I would do in such a world so much that I'm a bit afraid I would completely loose touch with reality and become a shut-in otaku as they call in Japan.
It was on that fateful day, it was a huge storm outside and I was on my computer just staring at my screen and clicking random things not really doing anything. My grandma whose the only one home has been screaming at me to turn it off for a while due to the storm.I was just staring at the screen thinking about which fantasy world seems the most interesting, it was internal debate between dragon Ball and one piece in mind as final candidates. Dragon Ball seemed to be the biggest with almost infinite potential due to the vastness of the universe and even other universe, but one piece seemed to be the most well though out World with very fantastical creatures and Islands completely out of the realm of common sense. It also has one of the most simplistic yet very effective power system I have seen in fiction, haki. Compared to the more brute force nature of the dragon Ball ki system, haki seemed to be geared to combat in a way that most other powers can't compare. I finally decided the winner of my most interesting world competition, One piece. I just stared at the screen now that my internal competition has ended. Having nothing to do I just opened notepad and typed 'I want to be reborn in the One Piece world
' very slowly.I started at the words for a while and suddenly remembered there was storm outside, I remembered one of the classic cliches of being struck by lightning and being sucked into the computer. I was thinking in jest of what are the chances that I suddenly get struck by lightning and get transported into the one piece world? the only being that can have such power would be some omnipotent Omniverse-level God and I wasn't really a believer in God anyway and soon dropped that line on thought and was about to close the notepad and shut down the PC when I sudden heard a very loud crack and sounds of something breaking.
"Wha...!"
I was barely able to open my mouth to scream when I felt a slight heat on my right cheek on the side where my CPU was. The last thing I saw was the sparks coming out of my open CPU which then suddenly exploded.
The world just suddenly became black and full of pain from sharpnel invading my squishy face.I remeber thinking my last thought.
"What are the chances!?"

What can a one piece fan do if dropped in the world of his dreams? Will he be destroyed by it or will he make it hits own?

The students were assigned bunks the first night of being summoned. While beds were being built the slept on makeshift beds of blankets wrapped around sweet hay in a common room together. 

Teen boys and teen girls usually slept separately in their own world were forced together in this one. The group had over a hundred students. 

Several cliches formed with groups of five to ten teens sleeping together. Teen girls on one side of the room furthest from the door. Teen boys closer to the to the door took furtive looks at the girls. 

Wow we're sleeping in the same room with girls they thought and quietly discussed this among themselves. 

After a not so restive night from the excitement of a big sleepover they were separated again going with different instructors to learn swordplay, archery, magic arts of life and healing. 

For Bobby, one of the few recognized as tankers they went to shield arts learning to use a shield offensively. Sheila the shield maiden was their instructor. 

Konigsdottir and several boys were sent to learn spear arts with a grizzled old dwarf named Bu Li. 

Growing up in the Great Forest surrounding North Sylvania Konigsdottir was used to carrying a steel tipped walking around her travels growing up. Using the steel point on rocky slopes and checking depth while crossing streams. 

However, her new spear was longer, heavier and denser with a leaf shaped broadhead tip and a cross guard a foot behind the edge. "Like the boar hunting spears the Sylvans used in the Great Forest" thought Konigsdottir.

Bu Li was a bully when it came to instruction. He started with giving his students backpacks full of sand along with water skins, their spears and had them run for five kilometers everyday. Since the most activity they did before being summoned was playing online chess his students collapsed daily. 

Konigsdottir, however, was the exception. In no time flat this fact was found out by Bu Li. He replaced her sand with iron filings. When she still topped in performance, Bu Li added a second backpack.

Konigsdottir's father, Mr. Konig, had physically trained her and her best friend Mike together since they were toddlers. Thinking of Mike Konigsdottir nearly wished he was here with her. His fierce competitive nature made her try her best. Being better than chess players was hardly an achievement.

***

After two brief weeks of physical training Bu Li announced them ready for a combat trial against actual demons. 

The demons were small creatures imbued with demonic essence. Such as bats, cats and cattle slightly demonified were brought to the kingdoms training arena. 

The sword class slew a demon cat brilliantly but had difficulty with the bats and cattle. As each class took to the ring Konigsdottir predicted the outcome of each class's engagement. 

She was one hundred percent accurate in her assessments. The key to success would be to mix at least two of each class in a group. Two archers, two magicians, two sword and board or two spear men in each group should do nicely.  

Melee fighters at point or rearguard with archers providing mid ranged attacks before magicians long range area of effects. 

After two days the students were weak and exhausted. A week of relaxing and enjoyable entertainment followed to build up their morale before the long journey began.

The one-eyed man approached us. This was my first meeting with one of Seoul's Seven Kings.

Yoo Sangah talked in the group chat.

–Dokja-ssi, this person is perhaps…

–Yes, you're right.

I nodded to Yoo Sangah. It was impossible not to think of this person when seeing the appearance.

–By the way, I don't understand. Even if the constellation is 'that person', why is the incarnation dressed like that?

–His sympathy with the constellation seems to be high. The higher the sympathy rate, the more the incarnation is influenced by the lifestyle of the constellation.

–I should never cough in front of him.

The man with long hair tied back was bowing to the man approaching us.

"Your Majesty. You came."

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"Do I need to say it? Here."

The one-eyed man pointed to his staff. There was a blue jewel available from the Big Dipper embedded on it.

[Greedy Wolf Star].

The long-haired man admired it.

"Ohh…!"

Wasn't he quite good? Already gaining one star jewel…

The star jewels were the rewards of the Big Dipper chapter.

It was an item that increased overall stats by one level. It had a good effect on its own but the star jewels were meaningful when seven were collected.

It was because the jewels were the summoning material for the Four Yin Demonic Beheading Sword.

The one-eyed man looked at me. "Who are these people?"

"They have just entered the Big Dipper chapter. Their abilities are quite good so I was thinking about getting them to join."

"Really?"

The one-eyed man and I extended our hands to each other at the same time.

"I am Cha Sangkyung."

"I am Kim Dokja."

I shook his hand while activating a skill.

[The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.]

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[Character Information]

Name: Cha Sangkyung

Age: 26 years old

Constellation Support: One-eyed Maitreya

Private Attribute: Pseudo Sect Founder (Hero), Maitreya King (Hero)

Exclusive Skills: Weapons Training Lv. 5, Mental Barrier Lv. 3, Eloquent Speech Lv. 3, Skillful Deception Lv. 3, False Prayer Lv. 1…

Stigma: Maitreya Promised Land Lv. 2, Law of Interest Lv. 2, Demonic Enemy Lv. 3

Overall Stats: Physique Lv. 28, Strength Lv. 26, Agility Lv. 28, Magic Power Lv. 25.

Overall Evaluation: No one can be free in front of his 'eye' that gives insight into everything. Be careful not to cough in front of him.

+

It was regrettable that Jung Heewon wasn't here. If she saw this man in front of me, she would never speak nonsense about my sponsor again.

Cha Sangkyung said, "I have a burden of seeing things. Can I look at you once?"

"Yes."

Yes, he could try.

[The character 'Cha Sangkyung' has used Law of Interest Lv. 2!]

The stigma 'Law of Interest' was quite interesting among the investigation techniques in Ways of Survival. It didn't reveal the attributes window of the opponent but it was a skill that roughly gave information about the personality of the opponent. In other words, he would see a 'Easily fooled Demonic Enemy' if the person was 'good', while he would see a 'Back-stabbing Demonic Enemy' if the person was 'bad.' For example…

[The character 'Cha Sangkyung' has discovered that you are a demonic enemy that shouldn't be touched.]

It was like this.

"T-This?"

"King, why are you acting like this?"

[The character 'Cha Sangkyung' is greatly disturbed.]

Cha Sangkyung shouted with a pale face.

"D-Demonic enemy!"

"Huh? It can't be…"

At his words, the group members of the Maitreya King simultaneously looked at me. The atmosphere became tense when Cha Sangkyung urgently added.

"N-Nothing. I have made a mistake."

"Huh? There's nothing?"

"Yes, it is nothing. Everyone back off."

Indeed. He would be a fool to ignore the warning of the constellation. By the way, a demonic enemy that shouldn't be touched…

Maybe the One-eyed Maitreya didn't want to fight with me.

"Sigh… it isn't surprising."

The dubious thing was the reaction of the long-haired man. It was momentary but there was an expression of 'regret' on his face.

"The plan will start in one hour. I'm looking forward to your participation despite being a bit late."

Cha Sangkyung said before returning to his group members.

The first encounter with Gung Ye ended like this. (TL: Gung Ye had a slight mention earlier in the novel. He is a king who proclaimed himself a Buddha and became a tyrant who sentenced death to anyone opposing him, including his own wife)

The long-haired man said, "Phew, it almost became a major event. I'm glad."

"It is absurd to say that he is a king who knows the hearts of the people."

"Haha, Gung Ye might be recorded as a tyrant later on but he was a good and wise king first. You never know what will happen in the future. History can change."

I looked carefully at the long-haired man and asked, "By the way, who are you?"

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Han Sooyoung. I am Cha Sangkyung's assistant."

A man who supported the incarnation of Gung Ye. It was highly likely that he was attached to Gung Ye's side because of his sponsor.

Who was it? Perhaps it was a king? I immediately used a skill.

[The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.]

[The information of this person can't be read in 'Character List.']

[This person isn't registered in 'Character List.']

…What?

"Um? What's wrong?"

I looked at the shamelessly speaking Han Sooyoung and couldn't help laughing. I see… now I knew who this person was.

"It's nothing. Just… I feel like you are a demonic enemy."

"Haha, what do you mean?"

I could see Han Sooyoung's eyes change strangely. Maybe at this moment, both of us were thinking the same thing. The question was who would pull out a sword first.

The doors of the waiting room started to open one by one.

"The kings are coming!"

There was tension in the Maitreya group while several people in the waiting room started cheering.

I watched the kings walking out the door and asked Han Sooyoung.

"Are they on the same side?"

"Yes, they are all kings who promised to cooperate with us. From left to right, there is the 'Prudent King' Yoon Kiyoung and 'Fighting King' Kim Baekho Then the last one who came out is the 'Earth Dragon King' Gu Daesung."

I remembered something when I heard this nickname.

The Prudent King and Fighting King. They were just like their nicknames. They had decent skills and stats but they were one step lacking compared to the Seven Kings.

The only one I needed to pay attention to was the Earth Dragon King Gu Daesung.

Gu Daesung discovered Cha Sangkyung and asked, "You have already come out?

Fast."

"You are a rude earthworm."

"…Earthworm? Is that what you are calling my sponsor?"

Yoo Sangah was startled when she heard their words and whispered to me, "That person, I think he has a good sponsor behind him."

"…How do you know?"

"I heard the story that the king of Baekje was born from an earth dragon."

"Earth dragon?"

"That's what they meant by 'earthworm.' The other kings are calling him the son of an earth dragon in a mocking manner."

She was really amazing. She figured out the identity of Gu Daesung with this much information.

Yoo Sangah was right.

Earth Dragon King Gu Daesung. In my memories, he was one of Seoul's Seven Kings with the late King Gyeon Hwon as his sponsor.

"There are quite a few people with kings as a sponsor. Then the king we saw before…"

I nodded. In fact, it wasn't a coincidence that there were so many incarnations with a 'king' as their sponsor.

The situation would be similar in other areas, not just the Seoul Dome.

In Japan, there would be a competition between the three heroes including Oda Nobunaga. In the UK, there would be a competition between Richard the Lionheart or Henry VIII.

The world's greatest constellations would be preparing for a war over the Absolute Throne, raising their coordination with their incarnation to a breathtaking level.

[The constellation 'Maritime War God' is expecting the appearance of a new fable class constellation.]

[The constellation 'Bald General of Justice' is watching the situation with sweaty hands.

The other high-ranking constellations were also interested. It was natural. As I said before, the fourth scenario was an event for the greatest constellations of each country.

"Is everyone gathered?"

The kings soon gathered in the middle and gave a speech.

"Our enemy is the Tyrant King who entered the third door! The Tyrant King has already received two jewels from this dungeon and cowardly raided innocent kings. Some of the people present would've lost a king to him."

That's why this waiting room was a field of corpses.

Perhaps the Tyrant King killed two kings and took away their star jewels. It meant he would soon gather all seven star jewels…

"The new Seoul shouldn't be handed over to such a person. If he gets the Four Yin Demonic Beheading Sword and then takes the Absolute Throne, there will be endless grief and tragedy in Seoul!"

"Thus, the people have to fight! Get up right now! The kings here are all wise. The future will be fine no matter which of us becomes the absolute king. We have to at least stop the worst king!"

"This will be a struggle for a righteous way of living! Take care! You will be great fighters taking your first step into a new history!"

The speech didn't have much substance but people became excited. Some people cheered, some sympathized while others were touched to tears. It was like they were real revolutionaries fighting for justice.

I looked at the scene alone. 

Just one month ago, the people here had voted for a president. They did their duty and agreed to have private property through legitimate economic activities. All of a sudden, it felt like a dream.

In just one month, Seoul had returned to the kingdom days.

"Depart!"

Hundreds of people entered through the third door. Cha Sangkyung's group was at the back and we moved in line with them.

Our vision wavered before a giant tunnel appeared. It was a huge tunnel where the size couldn't be easily measured.

Han Sooyoung walked beside me and opened his mouth. "This is so exciting. I feel like I'm in a martial arts novel."

"A martial arts novel?"

Han Sooyoung nodded with a meaningful smile. "Why, don't you think it is like a martial arts novel? It is like a treasure map. The legendary sword is sleeping in the stone chamber and whoever obtains the sword shall be the best person in the world!"

Han Sooyoung spoke accompanied by gestures seemed quite plausible. It wouldn't be unbelievable if he was an actor.

"It is a common cliche in a martial arts novel, the treasure sword."

"Oh, Dokja-ssi, do you read martial arts novels as well?"

It couldn't be missed when talking about genre fiction.

"I read quite a bit. By the way, there is a common development in these cliche novels."

"Common development? What is it?"

"It turns out that the treasure map is a fake! This type of development."

Han Sooyoung's eyes shook. "This is interesting. What happens next?"

"It is an obvious story. The 'shadow' laughs quietly and kills the people gathered because of the fake treasure."

"Hoh… is that the current situation? Could someone be a shadow?"

I nodded and stated, "It is a possibility although I don't like such obvious cliches."

"Um? What does that mean?"

"To be honest, there are too many cliches like the treasure sword.

"Hmm… there are too many stories, making it bad?"

"For writers, I think it is a story that lacks distress."

Han Sooyoung's expression slightly hardened. "Then what would Dokja-ssi do if you were the writer? What if you had to write about the treasure sword?"

"I'm not sure. I am a 'reader' as my name suggests."

"I think that a reader would do the same. Writing familiar cliches will give satisfaction to the readers."

Yes, I thought he would say something like this. I smiled and asked, "Who said this? You are speaking as a writer. I'm not saying that cliches are bad. At the very least, a plagiarist shouldn't use it."

"Pla…giarist?"

"Yes, a plagiarist."

It was funny to see Han Sooyoung's face change colours.

"Well, every story is similar. It is the details that are a bit different… Can it really be called plagiarism? Perhaps if Dokja-ssi is the writer―"

"Nope, I would do it differently."

Han Sooyoung's eyebrows twitched. "…You would write it differently? How?"

"For example, like this."

I raised Unbroken Faith and cut his neck. No blood was visible as his head fell down.

I added, "Why are you hiding when it will be revealed anyway?"

Then Han Sooyoung's head spoke from where it was lying on the ground. "How interesting. Kim Dokja."

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

'A talented little fellow without the countenance of those annoying rich kids…' That was Baiyi's impression of this boy whom he had already coined a prodigy.
Being called a prodigy by a Voidwalker was a rare honor for anyone! Of course, this did not mean that the lad should be too pleased with himself. After all, he was being barely considered a prodigy by Baiyi, and frankly, almost everyone in the Void could be called a prodigy of inhumane proportions, even without their individual eccentricity.
Besides, prodigies had always been overrated. Going for the Legendary-level in one's '20s was not too impressive when one remembered that even a capitalistic magnate like the clumsy Undine had done it, too. Back then, her actual skills and abilities were, well… in summary, Producing prodigies using money was a common occurrence. Ergo, the most valued talents were those who not only possessed the required skills, but also those who had been through the trials of life and matured because of it.
Baiyi was not only willing to talk with this boy because of his capability and resourcefulness in solving the previous test, but also because he was endeared to that mien of modesty and pragmatism — rare qualities hard to find in young men his age.
"You are?" Baiyi started a conversation. Then, upon realizing that he did not sound polite, especially when it was a conversation between two men, he corrected himself, "What's your name?"
"Jones. Jones Joseph," the boy replied, mentioning an alliterative name that could be easily picked up from any "Most Popular Baby Boy Names" list. The name was so common that nothing — like a sudden meteor shower — happened when he uttered it.
'Joseph? ...You were a famous actor before, right? Cause you reminded me of Joseph Gordon-Levitt[1]', Baiyi commented to himself. Outwardly, he continued to ask, courteously, "Career?"
"A teacher in an unknown academy," the boy answered plainly.
Technically, there was no such thing as an "unknown academy" in the world, for there were not many academies out there, to begin with. This world was nothing like Earth — which was a world saturated with all sorts of schools that teach way too many varieties of subjects, ranging from culinary arts and machine operations to piloting gigantic mechas and planet-destroying death stars.
Hence, "an unknown academy" was a just a roundabout way — used by various academies — to refer to education institutions that were going rapidly downhill, with the possibility of going out of business. Another example of such an academy would be Mia and Tisdale's Celestial Fortress Academy.
It already took considerable skills to start an academy, but it would take even more than that to keep the academy running. There were no tax exemptions or subsidies for educational institutions in this world, and so any academy could easily find itself battling mismanagement, insufficient investment, a minuscule amount of cash-in-hand, loss of teachers, and loss of students. Hypothetically, if the unfortunate academy did not play host to brave female students who could become idols[2] or work as tank-operating mercenaries[3] to generate revenue for the institution, it would be easy for the academy to dissolve completely within a short period of time. 
Now, what if one wanted their academy to survive for a longer period of time? The Academy would either have to be so bombastic that it defeated any man's nature to throw shades at it — or it would have to suck up to the likes of the royals, the aristocrats, and business tycoons, providing them with a number of skilled men and women every year; despite that, the academy would also have to be content kissing the behinds of these royals, aristocrats, or business tycoons. 
However, if the tycoons and nobles decided to shake off the academies that sucked up to them, it would spell disaster for the educational institutions. From his conversation with the boy, Baiyi's discovered that the academy the boy lectured at was called 'Ivy Academy'— a name which shook Baiyi. However, despite the uncanny similar name it shared with the Ivy League, Ivy Academy apparently lacked much in every other department, compared to the Ivy League. Ivy Academy was once an elite school, but it went gradually went downhill after a time. This was because the position of academy principal was passed down to the principal's descendants, whether they were deserving of it or not, due to the unreliable bloodline hereditary system that the academy utilized. Therefore, as more generations passed, the academy's quality kept declining.
There was a time when the Ivy Academy could still rely on a certain degree of financial aid from the Northern Duke — who was Vidomina's father — to survive a little longer, but ever since the Duke's health began to deteriorate, their funds were cut off, leaving the academy in a poor state. At that period, it could only boast of 30-something students and 1 teacher. The Ivy Academy had now turned into something like the Make-A-Wish Foundation Elementary School.
That only teacher left at Ivy Academy was none other than the youth in front of Baiyi, Jones Joseph. It was no wonder that he was so tight on money. With an academy like Ivy Academy, it would be shocking if Joseph Jones still got paid, especially now that bankruptcy was almost more inevitable for the academy.
Hence, what could be the source of his determination? It stemmed from a very dramatic story.
Joseph was a young lad borne into an abject noble family that was almost no different from other commoners; the only difference was that they possessed a last name. As per a typical wuxia plotline, Joseph's family had a patriarch who dreamed of restoring the family to its former glory. The patriarch decided to place that dream on the shoulders of his son. The patriarch sold the only valuable he owned, and Joseph was sent to Ivy Academy, which was the cheapest academy back then. This decision left the Patriarch so poor, he could only live on as a farmer.
Not only did Joseph prove himself to be exceptionally talented, but — and most importantly — he also proved himself to be devoted and driven. He was ardent in his studies, and he took up part-time jobs in his free time. He impressed what few lecturers were left in the academy at the time, and they all taught him as much as they could. They also introduced him to the only granddaughter of the sitting principal.
As per cliches, the sitting principal approved of Joseph, and he allowed the two to fall in love and be happily married. When Joseph finished his studies, he returned to the academy as a lecturer, and it was at that time that his wife bore him a daughter.
At this point, one would think that Joseph's story would continue following the path of cliches. If it did, Joseph would have become even more driven, and with his burning conviction, the academy would begin to improve. Then, he would go on to solve many problems that arose later on, collect all kinds of rare items and treasures, and build up an impressive harem whose females would all live in harmony, only as long as they all got equal loving from Joseph[4].
However, Joseph was not a protagonist, and all that did not happen. When the old principal died, the position of principal was passed onto Joseph's wife, and after that, the academy deteriorated even more, inching ever closer to the abyss of hopelessness.
This development was not of Joseph's doing. He had worked his hardest, offering every inch of himself that he could to save the academy. However, he still had hope, despite the terrible luck that had befallen him. Hence, he chose to participate in the Power Level Examination because he badly needed the title of 'Legendary-level sorcerer' to bring some respect and recognition back to Ivy Academy. If that happens, maybe some tycoons would find his powers useful enough to aid him a little. In the worst case scenario, he would still be able to use the newfound special rights from his status as a Legendary-level sorcerer to mitigate some of his funding [5]problem.
"For what reason have the two of you not given up? What is it that has made you persevere for so long?" Baiyi asked.
Joseph gave Baiyi a strained smile and shook his head helplessly. Then, suddenly, he replied in a determined voice, "My wife and I made a promise to Grandfather: we will never give up on the Academy!"
'What stubborn couple,' Baiyi sighed quietly. Unrealistic dreams like these were always like fireworks on a night sky — dazzling, captivating, and moving. However, it was still transient.
This time, luck was on Joseph side. Not only was Baiyi one of those people who appreciated the beauty of determination, but he was also searching for his own teaching staff.
Baiyi patted Joseph's shoulder and said, "When this exam was over, I'm buying you a drink."
"Wha—?" Joseph looked at him, feeling perplexed.
"Hey. I listened to your story, so shouldn't you return the favor?" Baiyi's reply hid a smile, and the soul armature turned to continue the other tests.
Joseph remained where he was, feeling stunned. Then, he shook his head hard. He wasn't sure why he had told a stranger so much about himself, especially in the middle of an exam… Could it be because he liked the soul armature's name? Hope… something he was trying to realize.
Meanwhile, in the Void, Baiyi said, "Man, I must hand it to the Charlatan. His secret techniques are always so effective when used on highly-spirited shonen-characters! Now all I need to do next is to complete my investigation into his backstory. He looks like a great addition to my teaching staff, judging by his impressive academic skill and his humble personality. Besides, he's already married and has a daughter."
"And, of course, you emphasized the part after 'besides'," the Soul Armature Practitioner helplessly said. "Are you sure that he will accept your bizarre students and his future colleagues, who are really just plushies?"
"Ay? This doesn't sound like you," Baiyi replied. "You're the one here whose dream was to become an animal trainer… Now you're doubting my students?"
"It's precisely the fact that not many people think like me that worries me, alright?" the Soul Armature Practitioner replied, with a sigh.
"Oh, nothing to worry about. He even persists through the painful state his academy is in; there's no way he won't be able to stomach some literate animals and plants," Baiyi's replied, brimming with confidence.
By this point, the last test of the exam was over, and the examiner handed Baiyi his form, which was filled with purple "excellent" stamps. All that remained was to wait for the result, which would be announced the next day. After the result announcement, the Association would then delegate missions to the candidates who passed — which was really just a thinly-veiled attempt at getting cheap labor for the Sorcerer Association — and after these missions were completed, the Power Level Examination would truly be over.
Baiyi was not in a hurry to leave. He loitered around the exit for a while until Joseph came. It was already noon by then, so Baiyi invited the young man to a small tavern inside the Association's headquarters.
Joseph only ordered the cheapest pieces of bread, without any drinks. As he stuffed them into his mouth, he looked at Baiyi with a curious expression. After a while, he asked, "Sir Hope, did you… did you cast a subliminal message on me?"
'He realized it? What a perceptible young man,' Baiyi thought to himself. But outwardly, he denied it quite strongly, "No way! I am not that sort of person. Besides, a legendary-level sorcerer like yourself would have easily noticed it, right?"
Of course, the Fifth Walker did not use a technique as useless as subliminal messages. What he used, however, was a far more advanced and skillful illusion technique.
"My deepest apologies. Please pardon my boorishness," Joseph hurriedly replied. "It's just that, well... for someone I just met, I think you are very amicable…"
"That's purely because we are both working in the same field. After all, I'm also a teacher in an unknown academy," Baiyi replied. "But then again, we still have our differences."
Using that as a pretext, Baiyi proceeded to give Joseph a summary of his students' situations.
"Huh. Celestial Fortress Academy, which is fabled to have 2000 years of history, is also heading in that direction?" Joseph sighed, feeling a little nostalgic.
[1] Well, for those unfamiliar with the type of charm Gordon-Levitt brings — well, he's famous for his boyish, high-school-crush type of hotness which isn't too disillusioning hot that you can't muster the courage to approach him (source: people who find him adorable). ...So I supposed our Jones Joseph would probably by casted by Gordon-Levitt if this turned into a Netflix-original Live Action!
[2] Love Live! School Idol Project reference— the idol show to sate your K-on vacuum… maybe.
[3] Girls und Panzer. Cool, Japan. Very cool.
[4] Baiyi the prophet, seeing into his own future?
[5] What Joseph really needs is a Kickstarter campaign, innit? Maybe he could make Youtube videos and get monetized for it for side income! A good-looking lad still has an advantage over a visual medium...


Imagine being forced to live, after death, as incorporeal bodies trapped in a vast space of nothingness for thousands of years, with nothing to do but exchanging past memories with other cohabitants (read: weirdos).  Everybody wanted out, but there was no way to leave the Void... 
Until one day, a young man was finally summoned, as a powerful but reluctant mentor, by a bubbly and motivated but completely naive young girl. Baiyi, finally out of the Void, was the only one who could save all of the other 32 souls from their prison and his summoner might just be The Key to their freedom.
However, Baiyi had to use the techniques and abilities the other souls had taught him throughout the years, and together with his own extensive knowledge of anime and game tropes from his shady and dangerous past as an otaku, to face the biggest challenge of them all: training the clumsy young girl he was forced to partner up with… into a competent sorcerer!

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence alone, becomes an act of rebellion."

-Albert Camus

━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━

(Jaiden's POV)

As my vision is a little blurry, with my head, feels spinning, and my consciousness slowly but assuredly fading away, I started to see these tiny droplets of red slowly entering through my clothes, creeping in such a strange way...

"Was that Hades? In the form of cockroaches? Hehehe... There's no way." I cretinously start to converse with my self in vigor to somehow ameliorate the silence that's getting to me.

But then, out of nowhere and unprecedentedly, my consciousness returned to me like the eyesore-causing lights on the background, suddenly filling me up like a jar of water. Eh? What the hell did I want to convey through that weird definitions? But First...

 I wake up from that fainting sensation and found myself obscured in this rather flaxen place with a cold atmosphere making the heat index drop via exponential degree... Hays... It was supposed to be a dark one if we go with the cliches, but whoever put me in here must be that ingenious enough to realize that I can likely manipulate that darkness to get myself out of here. 

So cliches can quite be useful in some specific times huh... But, I stand firm in my belief that cliches are very disturbing. There's no way I'm depriving myself of that golden fact. 

Yet still, what boggles me is the setting's yellow color... Too bright and luminous that it could make my head explode at any second. 

"Yet, where am I?" 

Oh right, I was feined by that hero's easy defeat, hence I let my guard down and Wella, here I am... My paradigm has been canceled by that unpredictable priest and the next thing I knew was being eaten alive in this resplendent place while feeling these many stabs approximately everywhere in my body as if I got tortured or something using Rome's very own tool for persecution, an iron maiden?

"Wait, what were those anyway?" I then examined my body checking as to where those tiny red creeping things went but there's nothing... How I hope that this better not be the story niche where a character of importance suddenly gets Amnesia.

I sat down a little, as my feet begin to gnaw, and I just noticed this many torns in my worn uniform, and as to where I got it, I don't remember. But I did feel like I was pierced by many blades moments ago as I got here, but ghastly, I also have no wounds.

"Oh, Shiro! What, what happened to her?!"

Tsk... There's no time to chill. I have to get out of here.

Remembering that I left a kid in the hands of those aggressive Tarragons who want her for their personal reasons that I am still to know more about, I quickly got up my feet to start thinking any form of stratagem that can likely get me out of here. I then let out of my pen, and to my surprise, it ran out of ink... It must be because of my massive utilization earlier. 

Right, my torn clothes are black...

I then tried to manipulate it, but it's not responding. Still, It's got to be this place. I can't use anything in my Paradigm.

Wait. Calm down... I can't afford to lose even an ounce of my sound logic right now...

Well then, if I can't use anything, I should probably just open my Persona Interface... maybe a guide is there? Not that I remember but it's worth a try...

I then opened up the interface and there, still just the presentation of the most basic information and participant counts... but there's this button that's quite new to me...

✞———————❖———————✞

Name: Jaiden Axcel Cendrillon
Classification: Human
Affiliation:  @!$%^#%#^#%$%&#*#^$%
Crusade Pass: Herrscher

Killed Participants: 0
Killed Herrschers: 0

Re: Characterization Database

<General Information>

Sentient Contender Count: 11, 732 negative
Herrscher Count: 333/333 alive

<Pandora>

✞———————❖———————✞

Pandora? What's that supposed to be... I have no recollection of it always being here... Still, for its button to appear here, it must be something of cruciality... right?

Without waivers, I then clicked on the button...

But, suddenly a glitch appeared and manifested this malfunctioning-like display..... like a virus in my PI and like potent cancer cells, the reoccurring glitches covered the original interface...then displayed this rather elongated loading screen and these texts with the visual interface now a bit more futuristic.

╔═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╗
<Initiating third-party programme>
<Programme Initiated>

<PANDORA.EXE>
<Installing execration for fist time use>
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░

<Displaying>
╚═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╝

Pandora.exe?

╔═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╗
<Pandora.exe Installed>

<You will be re-directed to another page. Continue?>
╚═══━━━─── • ───━━━═══╝

What? As though simply switching Google tabs, it mundanely asked, but fortunately, not with an MS Window's prompt box, but with this peculiar interface that I never saw before. It's made up of entirely black unlike the original PI with a gray interface. 

Feeling the curiosity seeping through my vein I clicked yes, and then, the glitch took over everything... and then...

"Greetings, Master!" Suddenly, a feminine three-dimensional human figure appeared with a speech of half realistic and half robotic tone dressed in a black professional suit...with the frameless glasses... with a ponytail hairdo... and with the ideal '(w)oppai'...

"And what the hell should you be?" Choosing to ignore and divert my eyes from these rather, 'unexplainable' features, I asked...

"Pardon, master... My name is 'Azazel', a fixed autonomous intelligence designed to organize the third party program 'Pandora.EXE'. I, together with the program was created by your Goddess Dea Lacrimosa with the remaining of her points of authority before it reached zero."

"What the hell is this...?" brimming with curiosity, I yelled even though I understood half of what she said...

"Pardon, Master, it seems that I may have introduced myself inefficiently...I am 'Azazel', a fixed autonomous Intelli-..."

"Yeah-yeah... I know." I stopped the redundant repetition. 

"Nice to meet you, Master Jaiden" the teen AI displayed in the interface then bowed in kindness in a very orderly manner.

What? The hell is this? An AI, from that goddess? And It calls itself 'autonomous' and 'augmented' ... Well, first I must clear out the most basic questions...yet, again.

"Hey..."

"What is it, master?"

"What's Pandora.exe?"

"It's an illegal third party program that has the ability to organize your skills, your paradigms and can likely answer all of your questions in accordance with this realm, hence called 'Pandora' which means... 'All Gift'. 

" Illegal? Then is it okay to have you around?"

"Unfortunately no, Master... I am by all means illegal, If Ethereal paradigm will detect my existence, I will be erased, quite possibly, with...you."

Oh, it is that bad... Quite the opposite of what I presumed it to be.

"So your existence alone is an obvious rebellion against the ruling system in this realm?"

"Yes... But, no need to be concerned Master. Our beautiful Goddess made sure that my existence is of the highest classified case."

"Y-yeah... Not that I became confident because of that evidence-depraved statement from a cute 3d artificial intelligence. But, Lacrimosa... how much a cheat could she really be? I mean, implanting a program in the Ethereal Paradigm? I hate to admit it, but it's rather too clever for braggadocio like her.

"Did Lacrimosa really create you?" I asked to somehow minimize the doubts that I am having. 

"Correct, Master, and to prove my stead, I have a letter from her, to you..."

"Before that, could you let me out of here?" As the thoughts of Shiro in danger came to me, I literally have no time to listen to another balderdash from that Goddess.

"What could your concern be, Master?"

"Uhmmm... I don't know if I should be telling you this, but I have to get out of here to save a little girl. The one I was with earlier we met."

"Miss Shiro?"

"Eh?"

"Shiro was her name, Master?"

"Yes... Is- is she okay?"

"Scanning vital signs... heart rate... brain activity... All functional, Master."

"Wait, you can see her?"

"No master, but I can read her in the form of Boolean Binary...and I can tell that 3 million Tarragons are coming this way."

"Not that I completely understand what you just said, but 3 million? Just what the hell happened when I was out for like a few minutes? Where is she?"

"Calculating exact coordinates 41°24'12.2"N 2°10'26.5"E. ... Distance is 5 meters, 30 meters altitude... The distance of opponents, 4.36 miles with one opponent, badly hurt, 2.5 miles."

Wait, she's flying at 30-meter altitude, how? I then looked around, but all I see is the yellow annoying brightness

"Oh Master, Miss Shiro is not here... As you can see, you have been sealed by a canceling paradigm. As of now, you are inside an object."

Sent to a 'Reality' game decreed by the Divines, and where killing should be the new norm, would players go head-to-head? Or hand-in-hand? Will a sociopath, anti-mainstream survive? Yet, in all of the cascades of questions, one fact remains inevitable... That the pilgrimage that awaits is one infernal warfare where dystopia, despair, and derangement runs to and fro, seeking who they may devour. And here we find a life tainted with nothing but monochromes and devoid of sociality, Jaiden Axcel Cendrillon. He unknowingly became a part of this serious game after signing a contract with the Goddess of disambiguation "Lacrimosa", without first reading the terms and conditions. Little did he know, that he is about to become the vessel of the goddess' will, a wielder of her immense power and that soon, he will venture a mystic realm where his life will be in constant 50/50 gamble going against the odds, with a genius girl classmate he least expects to be with.

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