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What does it feel like to find yourself inside the novel of an author you hated? How will you survive in a world that's filled with cliché? Well, something similar happened here. Once there was an unpopular fantasy novel author. However, for certain reasons, he died a pathetic death. Later he found out that the world he reincarnated in was the same as the novel of an author he hated the most. The only person he never wanted to talk to again…he was reincarnated inside that very person’s novel. This is his story! The story of the man who was known by the name “Zero” in his second life. The story of how he survived without plot armor in a world filled with cliché situations, only in the favor of the MC of that novel. This is, the Author’s Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting!! ---------------------------- The cover image is not mine and I can remove it if the original owner wants. A/N - The mc is the anti-hero type and the reasons for why he is like that and what happened in his past will be revealed as you move forward in the story. UPDATE SCHEDULE - 2 CHAPTER/DAY Join the discord server - https://discord.gg/ssWjUZ4dND
It all started when I was alone in my room yelling at my laptop screen. Why was I angry again?
Ah, yes. That time when all the famous webnovel authors were making fun of me.
While studying in high school, I was also a self-proclaimed webnovel author. It started with my habit of reading novels and it grew so much that I started writing one.
Self-proclaimed because my novel wasn't that popular, even after publishing more than 200 chapters I didn't have many readers; hmph, what could I even expect, my novel wasn't even contracted.
I had only 4 or 5 legit readers who read my chapters as soon as I release them. Come to think of it there was a time when I was only writing because of those 4 or 5 readers.
For me, this wasn't pathetic at all but for some reason, popular and well knows authors made fun of me for this. Probably they were only messing with me but that time I took that seriously.
Now I regret that I shouldn't have done that. Well, what would you expect from a teenage boy who's going through his rebellious phase?
"God damn it, who do they think they are!" I cursed out loud, smacking the table at the same time.
After having that not-so-good conversation it left a bad taste in my mouth. I was not even motivated enough to write chapters, thus, I decided to play some games to make my mood better.
I decided to play some RPG, 'Maybe I'll get some ideas for my novel also,' which was why I selected those games.
It was meant to be a casual gaming section but I didn't even realize when it turned from one or two hours to one or two days.
I lived alone in an apartment so I can concentrate on my studies—or that was what I told my parents. Since there was no one to disturb me I played games nonstop, without even sleeping.
That gaming session ended after thirty-five hours when I was somewhat satisfied with my in-game progress.
Dark circles had formed under my eyes due to this intense gaming and I was pretty much tired. Without even closing my laptop, I lay on the floor as if resting after doing a hell lot of work.
I closed my eyes and was about to fall asleep but then.
"Sigh, I need to pee."
I didn't even have the energy left to move a muscle but still, I had some important business to take care of, so I had no choice.
I looked through my room to find a plastic bottle but there wasn't any.
Left with no other option I forced myself and stood up somehow. I was almost half-asleep and didn't have much sense of my surroundings but after spending a year in this very room; I had formed a kind of map in my mind.
Taking one step at a time, I slowly walked to the door of my room and pushed it open. My room was on the fourth floor of the building and the washrooms were on the second and ground floor.
I had to take the stairs so I walked in that direction, it took me a while but I eventually arrived there.
"Fuu! It's cold outside," I whispered as I rubbed my hands together. This is the month of December and it was night right now.
Avoiding slipping on the stairs I slowly came down to the third floor, after that was a turn and then the stairs continued to the second floor.
I walked to the second part of the stairs and was about to go down but then.
"Ah darling, stop it!" said a lady, and the door on my side suddenly opened.
"Shit!" those words came out of my mouth on their own.
It was like someone slammed it open because I lost my balance and slipped when the door hit me; it really carried a great amount of force behind it.
And my theory turned out to be correct as while I was in mid-air—even if that was for a moment, I caught a glimpse of who opened that door.
A couple walked out being all lovey-dovey and kissing, it was night so maybe it was a goodbye kiss and a passionate one that is.
'Damn, these normies. Am I going to die because of them?' I thought.
Normally I would only end up with a few injuries when falling from this height but considering my current position I'll fall and hit my head first.
I'll probably perish without anyone noticing, the world will keep moving even without me. I don't even know if my parents will be sad about my death. After all, I'd left them in a state where caring for me would be the last of their worries.
Ah, such a pathetic way to die! I wish I could've completed my novel at least.
I closed my eyes and braced myself for the upcoming impact.
It happened just as I predicted, I crash landed on my head which split-opened my skull.
I thought it would hurt but I only felt pain for even less than a second.
It happened when I expected the least.
At the young age of sixteen, I died.
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The thing about popular authors making fun of unpopular authors was a joke, don't take it seriously or I'll get killed.
