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Author's Rebirth

[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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68 Chs

Tragic Turn Of Events

"...Where am I?"

I woke up, disoriented, my surroundings a blur.

A throbbing headache pulsed through my skull as I tried to understand the situation.

Moments later, a torrent of knowledge bombarded my mind, causing me to black out once more.

It was hours before I mustered the strength to open my eyes again.

In a hushed tone, I whispered, "Alex Delius," my newfound name, etched into my consciousness by some unfathomable force.

Cautiously, I rose from the bed and shuffled to the bathroom.

My reflection in the mirror was that of a young boy, seemingly 16 or 17 years old.

I met the gaze of a stranger with black hair and black eyes, an unattractive countenance that resembled a grotesque painting, capable of unsettling anyone who dared to look.

"I got reincarnated? So, reincarnation is real?" My own words hung in the air, a stark reminder of my recent demise when a speeding car had abruptly ended my previous existence.

Now, inexplicably, I found myself trapped within the confines of my creation, my third and most lamentable novel, "Era Of Heroes."

It was a novel that had never seen completion, an unfinished testament to my mediocrity as a writer.

I contemplated its title as if it held the key to my predicament.

As if by some dark magic, I had been thrust into the world of my own making, relegated to the role of an inconspicuous background character.

My fractured memories offered glimpses of this character—a nameless orphan blessed with a talent for the sword.

He had been handpicked to study at the outstanding Arcane Academy, a stronghold of human potential meticulously crafted by the government itself.

I took a deep breath, attempting to steady myself, but the dreamlike quality of this new reality persisted.

My heart raced, my breathing quickened, and I found myself overcome with a strange sensation—a mirthful laugh bubbled up from within me. It had been so long since I'd experienced genuine excitement.

This was a world teeming with fantastical creatures and magical wonders, a realm where the arcane and the mundane danced in delicate balance.

In stark contrast to my previous life—a monotonous, humdrum existence where every day seemed like a repeat of the last.

On the surface, I had everything one could desire—a passable appearance, a modicum of intelligence, a decent job, unwavering friends, and the most loving parents anyone could hope for. It should have been an ideal life, a life of contentment.

Yet, I had never truly felt satisfied. My existence felt hollow, as though I were playing a role in a never-ending play, a cog in an unfeeling machine.

It was a life of indifference, a life that seemed devoid of purpose.

As I reflected on this, a profound sadness washed over me.

The realization that my parents were no longer a part of my journey hit me like a sledgehammer.

In this new life, I was adrift in uncharted waters, facing grim challenges with no one to turn to for guidance or support.

It was in this moment of solitude that I began to understand the anguish of losing someone dear, a pain I had never truly comprehended before.

Regrets welled up within me—regrets for not spending more time with my family, for not treating others with greater kindness and kindness.

Yet, as the old proverb goes, there are no "ifs" in life, only the unalterable past.

As the weight of these regrets threatened to engulf me, I summoned the strength to cast them aside.

I was not an old man resigned to his fate; I was a new being in a world of boundless possibilities.

My mind shifted to the plot of the web novel in which I now resided. It was a world of fantasy, but the story I had crafted was a nightmarish hell for its characters.

I recoiled at the thought of my younger self, the author, who had fantasized about such a brutal description.

I had not even completed this wretched novel, yet by the end of its sixth volume, the characters I had birthed were dropping like flies, their fates sealed in a tragic crescendo.

"I refuse to accept such a destiny!" I declared with newfound resolve.

If I were to survive this ordeal, I needed a plan, a strategy to navigate the treacherous path that lay ahead.

For now, I pushed the task of devising that plan to the recesses of my mind, knowing it would demand my utmost ingenuity and determination.

Since I had become a crucial part of this world, I had no choice but to confront the trials that awaited me within this seemingly trashy novel.

My journey in this fantastical realm was only starting, a tale where my past experiences would both haunt and inspire me.

With steadfast determination, I welcomed the challenge ahead—a chance to rewrite my destiny, to shape a different narrative, and to triumph in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

In this world of swords and magic, I aimed to make the most of my second chance. I had received a rare gift—a fresh start in a realm where the lines between reality and fiction blurred, presenting endless opportunities for redemption and adventure.

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