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Master Of My Universe: The Author Who Became the Hero's System

You can have a chat with me on discord. https://discord.gg/MgVng8Fh Mark Eisner is the greatest example of a failure. Unable to get his dream job, he resorts to writing a story, a story close to his heart, a story in which he expressed himself to the fullest. It was the delusional universe he created for himself. Unable to grasp the attention of readers, his book was deemed a failure as well. Heartbroken after suffering his crushing fate, Mark commits suicide, uttering his last words; proclaiming the end of his story. But was this the end of his story? Hell Nah! He is far from being dead. He finds himself, astonishingly, still possessing his consciousness, even though his existence is formless. What he then sees is unbelievable. The hero he created, the hero "he only" loved, the hero that reflected himself... His own protagonist. Reincarnated as the system of the hero of his own novel, Mark undergoes an epic journey with his unanticipated creation, helping him throughout, knowing all about his predicaments. There are a few rules to him - 1. RELAY ONLY REQUIRED MESSAGE TO THE PLAYER 2. DROP DESIGNATED REWARDS 3. EXPEL THE PLAYER IF PLAUSIBILITY REACHES LIMITS But.... Is that all? Does he really thinks events will take place just as he layed them? . . . Is he really that Omniscient ? Is he the only one.... . . .

Adwit_ojha · Fantasy
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The Toss of Spades

Remirg Kryptos gave a disappointed sigh when the hovering SN2 crashed on the ground, floating freely for a matter of few seconds without Remirg's prana. Apparently, this spell in itself needed to be mastered over time. There was something missing in Remirg's spells. Something really was missing.

Though still, he didn't have any more time to spare. The sun has started to shift towards the horizon, its bright figure displacing radially through the circumference of the sky.

The days may be long, but not long enough.

Raising his cupped firsts again, thrusting them into the air, Remirg concentrated on the pot again. 

Closing his eyes, he let the world energy seep into himself, letting it regulate the flow of its prana. The flow of nature's prana entering at a minuscule amount in him was enough to increase the angular velocity of his magical core.