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Rewriting a Script Called Life

Smarus, a former college student, was forced to speed run life because... a diety screwed up?! Now that he has a second chance, he takes the place of a villain of an RPG that he played. However, he refuses to play the role... Unfortunately, life is not that forgiving. No matter how he tries to be nice and live a peaceful life, someone will always try to steal that away from him. Therefore, Smarus has one of two choices. Lay down and surrender, or rise to the top as the strongest. This isn't a story of redemption or a hero... no... This is a story of corruption. Smrus will take everything he desires, and destroy everything and everyone that threatens his lifestyle.

DrFantasy · ファンタジー
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Let's Talk with Swords

When I went to the cafe to grab lunch, I saw that almost everyone was there. Donkor, Sonia, and the Mystia twins were absent. I was walking to grab my meal when I saw Irene struggling to get food again.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" She struggled to get to the salad bar.

I sighed. I walked to her and grabbed the shoulder of the man in front of her.

"Move," I commanded.

He looked back to see who grabbed him, and when he recognized me, he turned pale. He quickly walked away from the salad bar altogether.

"You should really speak up," I turned to Irene.

"Easy for you to say! Not all of us enjoy making enemies," She sighed as she grabbed a salad.

"I'm not making enemies. I'm just filtering out the weak from the strong."

When I said this, people around us began to distance themselves. Irene placed a hand on her hip when this happened and stared at me.

"Point taken," I sighed.