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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

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A Tale of A Thousand Years Ago [12]

"It seems you don't have an answer," the man said while he moved to a corner of the cave where a set of clay utensils were kept. 

"... Where is this place?" I asked, trying to change the subject to more important matters rather than philosophical ones. 

"Have you heard of the Devil's Mountains?" the man inquired as he cut the mushrooms into pieces with a knife. 

"I have. Who doesn't know about them?"

"These are exceptions to everything. You'd be surprised to know how much you don't know about this world," he transferred the pieces into a claw blow along with water, spices, and a few other things. 

"Right now you're in this old man's cave that is in one of the mountains," he lit up a fire in a pit that was already due with an iron stand above it. He then placed the bowl on the stand and let the fire do its work. 

Then he wiped his hands in the robe he was wearing and turned to face me. "Surprised?" he appealed.