Chapter-1

"Sigh"

"Why am I even here"

It was in the weekends and he found himself in the library playing the role of a part-time librarian. His grandfather wanting him to have something to do had roped him into this. He sighed as he looked through his bangs which were covering his eyes at the library which was filled to the brim with books. The library, though bustling with passing students, retained an air of solitude.

He was a transmigrator, maybe; a reincarnator, sort of. He remembered parts of his past life well most of the things were about this world he was in, it was a novel he had read in his past life he remembered. This world, a blend of magic, swords, and modern fantasy, was now his reality. However, he was just a side-character, a mere extra. He looked like a begger more than an aristocrat as his messy hair covered his eyes, unhealthy as he looks malnourished. This world was a world of fantasy, swords and magic. Even though he remembered the memories about this world, most of it were still a bit foggy and he couldn't remember them. But, he knew that in short it was like a story where the protagonist would beat the evil and then live happily ever after but what about him. He was just an extra, a side character, a mob.

If he knew these, can't he turn his fate around. It wasn't that he didn't want to but it was that he couldn't. He didn't have talent nor the skill worthy enough to change his fate. Even if he had a little, he would at least have hope. But those dreams were crushed as he didn't have a speck of talent. Even though he remembered his memories starting from a young age and focused training, he wasn't able to gain success in the slightest. He was indeed a side character and his aims and motivation to turn his fate around slowly crumbled. 

'I tried so hard… ,in the end, it doesn't even matter'

"What is the use of thinking about it even"

"Excuse me", a melodic voice sounded

"Umm, yes, of course"

He quickly replied as he got flustered as he was lost in his own thoughts and didn't realize that someone was standing in front of the desk. 

"I would like to borrow this book" 

Hearing the request, he quickly replied

"Yes, you just need to write your name, the date of return and your signature".

"Please be sure to return the book on the date of return or else …."

"Or else?" The person inquired

"Umm, the cost of the book will be cut from your expenses"

After the person had left, he looked at the name of person and sighed as he remembered why he had stopped talking for a moment. It was not that he forgot his words but it was instead because the person who had borrowed the book was one of the heroines and was very beautiful that he got mesmerized for a moment. 

~Ding Dong~

He looked at the clock and saw that it was time to close the library. It was time to reorganize the books and then clean the library. While he climbed back down from the ladder, a book suddenly fell on his head. 

"Ow, Ow, Ow"

He rubbed his head with his hand as he grabbed the fallen book with the other. He was lucky he was climbing down and wasn't high on the ladder or else it would have injured him. He looked at the cover of the book. It was a book he didn't recognize. He looked back at the shelf and knew that the alphabet for the books there and the name of the cover didn't align at all. Placing it on the librarian desk, he continued cleaning. Only after he finished cleaning, he checked the library catalog and saw that there was nothing related to the book. The title of the book was written in a language that was not familiar to him. There were books such as this so he just search for the symbols but he found nothing. He had already wasted half an hour trying to search for it and it was getting late. He looked at the book one last time at the doorway before taking it along with him. He left the library and went into the car which was waiting for him outside.

When he was finally inside his room, he took out the book which he had brought. It was written in an unknown language but he couldn't keep his eyes away from these pages even though he couldn't understand them. It interested him and one page after another, he read each until he reached a picture of some kind of orb drawn on it. As he tried to turn to the last page, he got a papercut on his finger and a drop of blood fell on the book. But nothing happened, so he just closed the book and went to disinfect and clean his wound.

In the silence that followed, the book emitted a deep reddish hue, extinguishing as the door opened..

 -- -- --

The next morning, as he woke up, he felt that there was something other than the usual ceiling in his eyes. There was a panel which was floating. He woke up and stretched and his brain still hasn't processed what he saw and then a second later, he opened his eyes wide as he looked at this panel.

[Name: Theron Silvercrest

Cultivation: N/A

Talent: N/A]

Options hovered above this status page,

[Status] [Shop] [Favorability] [Quest]

'Is this my chance' He smiled as he held a trace of hope.

Inside shop there was a multitude of items with affection points requirements. For the affection tab, there was nothing inside but for the quest tab,

[Read the book "Swordsmanship Basics"]

[Would you like to accept the quest]

[Yes] [No]

He accepted the quest. After he accepted the quest, nothing happened. It was still Sunday so he went to the library to become the librarian once again. He was Theron Silvercrest, the third son of the Silvercrest family. His elder brothers who should be very close with the protagonists later on. But for him, he was not close to them as he was from a different mother but he was not thrown out nor given less treatment but he was talentless. The only one who had ever given believed in him even through all of this was his grandfather though did realize that he was in fact talentless but still favored him regardless of talent. Talentless was what could be said but it was not that his talent was tested, it was just that he had no mana to even start with and his core was non existent. He didn't deny the person who tested him but he didn't accept it either.

People could see their own cores which were their source of mana and he could also as well and it was a purplish black ball and because of that he didn't believe those who told him that he had no core whatsoever and so he tried to at least cultivate as to gain mana but to no avail after nearing the core, it just bounced back and didn't accept it inside.

Of course his grandpa didn't give up and got him to see a martial arts teacher but he also said that he had little to no talent in the sword and even if developed, he would not reach very much in martial arts because his martial bone was non existent as well, the person said. Theron believed that since he couldn't sense it inside him either. Since then he always tried to cultivate at night for at least 2 hours though he knew there was no progress, he just wanted to have at least have a small amount of hope but after a few years passed, it became more of a habit rather than hoping for it and his hope, it didn't stay strong as it was before. But this panel and the book that he disappeared mysteriously, sparked a small amount of hope inside him.