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[This novel is not dropped][It's on Hiatus] (Warning; -(The first 60 chapters will contain pure adventures!)(45 Chapters free!! ) -For every 4 Golden Tickets- 1 bonus chapter -Read the free chapters then judge it by yourself War- Present!, Necromancer- Top tier!, Mc vs The World- Present!!, Destruction- Universe Scale!!, Netherworld Summoner- Yes, Yes!!, Harem- Absolutely no!!, Female Lead- Single!, Romance- Not the main focus of the story!!, No Personality- Top Quality!!, Evolution- Monsterous!!, Level-Up System- Killll! ---------------------------- On my way to a job interview, I had an accident. Instead of dying, I woke up inside my book 'Era of Heroes,' which I wrote when I was in my early 20s. I found myself in the body of Alex Delius, a minor character in the story. Trying to survive in a harsh world without any power or a strong background was challenging. Then it hit me—I could make life easier with my knowledge of the future and understanding of the main characters! Right...? "Yeah, I can do this!" Or so I thought until I remembered how the book ends. This world is heading for doom! Before long, I realized the novel and the world I ended up in might not be as alike as I first thought. Follow Alex’s journey as he makes friends, betrays, manipulates, and falls in love using all the information he has as the author. ========== -The cover Art is not mine If the owner wants to remove it, Please contact me. -(How can you support my novel?) = By Power Stones and Golden Tickets - For every 150 Power Stones- 1 bonus chapter - For every 4 Golden Tickets- 1 bonus chapter - For every 1 Plot hole of the story- 1 bonus chapter ============ You can also support this book by giving this book comments and reviews.

JetLord004 · Fantasy
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New Spell [Pt 2]

As I rested on the bone-crafted throne, exhaustion giving way to a deep slumber, a vivid dream enveloped my consciousness.

In this dream, I found myself back in my room from the world I had left behind.

The room, bathed in a soft, nostalgic glow, felt incredibly real.

My parents sat across from me, their smiles radiating warmth and love.

The air was filled with the comforting scent of familiarity.

In the dream, the conversation with my parents flowed with an ease that reflected the familiarity of our real-life interactions.

"Alex, remember when you used to stay up late, immersed in your books and novels?"

My mother recalled, her eyes sparkling with affection.

I chuckled, "Yeah, and you'd always find me surrounded by a pile of papers and open books. You both never complained, just encouraged me to follow my passion."