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Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

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

moon_senpai · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
397 Chs

Portal [1]

The cold yet gentle breeze of winter brushed my hair as I was standing on the rooftop of the class B dorm building, and looking down at the colorful fest. 

In the end, I wasn't able to fit there. I tried but it was of no use. You were meant to enjoy these sorts of events with your friends. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't wander around and go to each stall alone just to please yourself. 

And if you wanted to do that—as I did—you'll eventually end up visiting every stall present in the fest and then there won't be anything left to do anymore. That's why I was up here. 

"It's beautiful, won't you say?" Req said from my side, referring to the several hundred colorful magic lights gleaming and giving off quite a view. 

She was floating in the air while eating a plate of spicy fried rice, and this was her second plate. 

"It is beautiful, indeed. Quite full with people too," I replied as I leaned on the railing and gazed down.