Before I woke up, I had a dream about the end of the world. At first, it felt like a vivid nightmare that left me shaken. But as I slowly woke up, I realized that the dream was the pre-ending scene of my own novel. I am Zio Varrez, an unnamed character in my own book, and to my disappointment, an extra. As I lived in my novel's world, I couldn't help but feel that my existence was meaningless. But what made it worse was the fact that the ending of my book was the end of the world - a bad ending. I knew I had to do something to become strong enough to change the world's fate, even if it meant altering the story I once knew completely. Little did I know, there was more to this world than I realized, and the journey I was about to embark on would uncover secrets that I never even imagined. "I thought I knew everything about the world, but as I lived and experienced it, I realized there was so much more to it than I ever imagined." === Daily update! === Author note: The story is going on rather slow pace, expect the boredom for the early 60 chapters
Throwing the book into the air, it dissipated into particles of shards and was absorbed into the ring with the cube Shiro Oni wore.
Clap—!
The once quiet and serene alley was now filled with clapping sounds.
Looking at the direction the sound coming from, Shiro Oni found a group of five staring down at him on the rooftop.
"That was a good technique you used right there, White Demon."
Said the woman with long black hair tied into a long ponytail, standing at the front of the group. As she jumped down, the rest of them followed.
Shiro Oni quietly inspected them for a moment, finding out that they were Dystopia's Combat Division members.
The black-haired woman, Valka, brought her hands across her chest, crossing them in front of her body. She was also inspecting the man with the oni mask in front of her.
"What is that technique, I wonder. I've never seen it before, care to tell me?"