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Master Of My Universe: The Author Who Became the Hero's System

You can have a chat with me on discord. https://discord.gg/fTZRHuY4mX Mark Eisner is the greatest example of a failure. Unable to get his dream job, he resorts to writing a story, a story close to his heart, a story in which he expressed himself to the fullest. It was the delusional universe he created for himself. Unable to grasp the attention of readers, his book was deemed a failure as well. Heartbroken after suffering his crushing fate, Mark commits suicide, uttering his last words; proclaiming the end of his story. But was this the end of his story? Hell Nah! He is far from being dead. He finds himself, astonishingly, still possessing his consciousness, even though his existence is formless. What he then sees is unbelievable. The hero he created, the hero "he only" loved, the hero that reflected himself... His own protagonist. Reincarnated as the system of the hero of his own novel, Mark undergoes an epic journey with his unanticipated creation, helping him throughout, knowing all about his predicaments. There are a few rules to him - 1. RELAY ONLY REQUIRED MESSAGE TO THE PLAYER 2. DROP DESIGNATED REWARDS 3. EXPEL THE PLAYER IF PLAUSIBILITY REACHES LIMITS But.... Is that all? Does he really thinks events will take place just as he layed them? . . . Is he really that Omniscient ? Is he the only one.... . . .

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The Charred Grounds {Part - 1}

The hard ground stinging into his back felt like spears piercing through the entire of his body. The grievous wound inflicted upon his right hand was something which looked beyond mending.

The whole of his arm, just a few inches off the shoulder joint, had been cleanly cut off, incapacitating him permanently. Even though the blood had stopped flowing out of the visible tissue, Remirg had lost enough blood to turn a ghostly white, as though somebody had sucked up the whole of his life out of him.

Half-dead he lay, on the uneven grounds right in front of the Gorgon Cathedral, where he was supposed to pursue the second main quest.

But before he could do anything, he was thwarted ruthlessly, ripping him off from his aim, making him realize what pain really felt like.

Even though he could not speak up, his body incapable of performing any voluntary actions, his mind was screaming at its fullest, screaming out.