Chương 1: Prolog
I'm Saso an ordinary young man who lives a very boring life. Really the life I live is very monotonous, every day I just work, sleep, eat. There's hardly anything that excites me in this world.
The only thing that interests me is reading history or stories written by artists of the past. The stories they created were able to take me into my imagination and make everything come true.
Yet with all those abilities I only work as a delivery boy for a fast food restaurant in this city.
"How embarrassing"
Maybe that's how my friends looked at me when I was in school, I who used to be a very smart kid. But now I'm just a delivery boy who has to rely on tips to live.
With my current condition in my mind I said
"Damn it! If only I had been born into a rich family, my fate would have been better."
The universe seemed to hear the contents of my mind, the thunderous sound of thunder filled the sky that had been cloudy. Heavy rain suddenly fell and forced everyone to take shelter.
I headed for a small hut where no one was sheltering in front of it. I just didn't want to be clustered with many people, lest I run into my friends by chance.
As I was imagining what life would be like if I were born into a rich family, someone from inside the hut came out to see the heavy rain in front of his hut.
I surprised when we came face to face, he was an old man with a creepy look on his face. I was very surprised because as I known this hut had no occupants, why would someone suddenly occupy this hut?
"S-Sorry, I just wanted to take shelter."
I awkwardly tried to open the conversation, he didn't answer and just looked at me seriously.
"I'll be leaving soon when the rain starts to decrease"
"It's okay."
He replied in a low voice.
"Today's rain is too heavy, it will be dangerous if you insist on going through it"
He said as if persuading me to stay and not leave him.
"I've always loved seeing rain like this, because it opens up my imagination to write my stories"
Write? This Oldman is a writer? The man inside this hut that I always come to for food and shelter is a writer?
"How many stories have you written?"
"Quite a lot."
The old man told me a lot about himself, from the beginning of his writing and the stories he had created. He then came in and showed me a book.
"What's this?"
I flipped through the book out of curiosity.
"It's the story I like the most, take it and read it"
I read a few pages of the book, "Legendary Mage From North" a story about a commoner who managed to have an extraordinary talent in magic.
A mainstream story, but out of respect for the old man I will take it home. A moment later the rain subsided, I thanked the old man and hurried away from there.
Arriving at my place, I took a shower and rested on my bed. For some reason I became very curious about the story the old man made up, even though the story he made up was mainstream it couldn't stop me from wanting to read the story.
I read the story created by the old man, page after page I read, chapter after chapter I finished. But when the story of the story had not yet reached the end, the man's book was empty. There was nothing written there
"Just an unfinished story, it's a shame but it's good"
I threw myself on the bed, a paper came out of the book. From the piece of paper was written
"What character do you like the most?"
"What the hell is this old man writing things like this in his book? What a strange man."
I put the paper back into the book, and got ready for bed. But the question from the paper was on my mind.
"Favorite character huh? Of course it would be ...."
I fell asleep not long after.
"Young master!!! Wake up!!! Young master!!!"
A voice woke me up from my deep sleep, a strange sight flashed in my head.
"Where is this? This is not my bed"
A well-dressed man walked towards me
"Young master, His Majesty has summoned all children for a banquet. Will you be coming?"
Young master? What does this person mean? Who is he? I was so confused, I saw the reflection of the mirror and panicked even more.
"MIRROR! GIVE ME A MIRROR!"
The people around rushed to get mirror for me. I was so surprised that I became another person in a world I didn't know.
"Hey you, who am I?"
I pointed at someone there, he looked confused and said
"You are Mr. Agra Kaspara, the youngest son of the noble Bara Kaspara."
I was speechless at that answer. The Kaspara family? I entered into the story I read yesterday, as a child of a noble family.
But, who is agra? I've never seen that name in the story.
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