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Reincarnation of a Failed Author: I Hate Clichés

"I hate clichés," I mutter under my breath, frustration etching lines on my face as I stare at yet another overused plot blowing up on the website of the novel I'm publishing. It's a constant cycle of disappointment for me, with no viewers, no readers, and certainly no feedback. In other words, I'm a failed author, stuck in a rut of uninspired storytelling. I can't quite recall when my disdain for cliché tropes first took root, but one thing is for certain— I found myself reincarnated into another world after an unfortunate encounter with a truck. Typical, right? I die in a cliché manner and end up in a whole new reality. "Damn it, I had to go and die in a cliché way too!" I grumble, shaking my head at the irony of it all. But this time, I have a new name, a new body, and even magical powers to boot. I'm now known as Helis, and this is my chance at a fresh start. After hearing the name of the world I had reincarnated into, Crisyes, I realized it was the world of the novel I had only written the concept about. It seems I've been thrust into the world that is on its last living decades. The details elude me, but I'm certain of one thing—this world is on a collision course with chaos. What I didn't anticipate, however, were the lingering threads of my previous life, the invisible connections that bind me to Earth. These mysterious [Story] strings will come back to haunt me, weaving a web of uncertainty and challenges that I'll have to navigate sooner or later. I may despise clichés, but little did I know that I would become entangled in a story far beyond my control. It's a tale where my past and present collide, and only time will reveal the true extent of its consequences. ------Notice------ THE STORY WILL TAKE TIME TO BUILD! Yes, it will start as a normal reincarnation story with cliché elements and cringe events, but the energy will shift at the last chapter of the first volume. The story will focus more on the development of the characters and world-building, not just, "Wow, found a golden cup which I'll drink from and become immortal." No, I will make it as realistic as possible, especially the characters. Oh, and the mc has a knack to trigger cliché events, that's one of the reasons he hates them. If you care about horny chapters, they do happen but later on when the time is right. That's it here, please support me through this journey, and most importantly: Enjoy!

ItsHashi · Fantaisie
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125 Chs

To the Fourth Floor, II

Ren Uemura POV:

"Huh?" Breath left my lungs as I was flung dozens of meters away.

"Kgha, khc, khu…" I tumbled, flipping around while also bumping off the ground by the immense speed and power I was thrown with.

"Ren!" I heard Siera yelling out my name.

"Kgha!" I finally hit a wall with my back, making a hole in it.

"Bluergh–" I puked, gastric juices mixed with blood left my body as my vision swirled.

"Hah… Hah…" I panted, barely getting some oxygen into my brain because of the pain caused to my chest.

"What… What happened…?" I barely mouthed those words, my eyes were still unfocused and my ears were ringing loudly.

"Ren," Siera came to my side, lending me her shoulder to get up while also healing me with magic.

"So you can use magic, huh…" I said, getting a better sight of what was awaiting me in front of my eyes as the pain slowly started to subside.

"Now this truly is a pinch we're in." I trailed off.