Self-insert hero with ridiculous power, looks and charm?

Check.

Broken world that's ripe with evil villains in need of being brought to justice?

Check.

Beautiful and caring shield maiden companion? 

Double check.

Mason was no stranger to escaping into his trope heavy fantasy world, but he never could have expected that one of his characters would show up in his apartment...

Life's definitely not a fantasy, but what happens when a fantasy shows up in life?

Here is my life biography I going go share my experience with you guys, it's all about my journey until now. 
I just a common girl who wants to write since I don't have anyone to share if so , is better this way to get tell somebody.

My grandfather life time, probably a biography

Once Mo Fei went back to Prince Yu Mansion, he saw that Lou Yu was watching him like he was God of Plague.

"My prince, you are here!" Mo Fei lowered his head, pretending to be shy.

Lou Yu then went downstairs, arms crossed.

"You are back?" asked Lou Yu patronizingly.

Mo Fei nodded while blaming for Lou Yu's absolute question in his heart. But he still answered, "Yeah! I'm back. I'm just back."

"Your history teacher told me you know nothing about me, but know the details of every famous prostitute in the past three thousand years." said Lou Yu flatly.

Mo Fei frowned, thinking to himself, "Never expected that old freak would rat on me! This old scoundrel is so annoying!"

"Hehe, my prince, your past is way too colorful, sorry I don't have much time to know about it." said Mo Fei shyly.

"You don't know much? You don't know at all! You are my wife but know nothing about me. Don't you think you've gone too far?" Lou Yu raised his voice grumpily.

Lou Yu's words gave Mo Fei a headache. Lou Yu is so nitpicking!

"My prince, don't be mad. That's because I'm afraid you may suspect I pry into your privacy if I know too much about you." said Mo Fei innocently.

Lou Yu looked at Mo Fei sullenly, "Excuse!"

Speaking of which, Lou Yu threw a book at Mo Fei, while Mo Fei caught it in tearing hurry.

"Biography of Prince Yu?" cried Mo Fei lightly involuntarily.

"You bet!" Lou Yu slightly raised his chin.

Mo Fei said adoringly, "My prince, you are so young and already has your own biography? And such a thick one? I've always thought that biography is written by someone else after one is dead."

Lou Yu stared at Mo Fei firmly, "What did you say?"

Mo Fei took a few steps back subconsciously, and gave a hollow laugh, "I was just saying. I never meant to curse you. You have to believe that I always wish you to live to a ripe old age! I swear!"

Lou Yu snorted, "I know. Of course I know. You wrote it before! If I die, you will live in widowhood! And this biography, you must recite it from stem to stern, not to miss even a word."

Mo Fei's mouth twitched. He looked at Lou Yu weirdly, blaming Lou Yu's autarchy in his heart.

"My prince, what's written in this biography? How could it be so thick? Is it possible it even includes at what age you still sniveled and how long you have cried and at what age you had bed-wetting? Do I really have to recite those stuff?"

Lou Yu glared at Mo Fei, "How would a biography include such things?"

"Who knows? This book is so thick. If you didn't write those odds and ends, how would it be so long?" said Mo Fei reasonably.

"There's none of those things in the book." said Lou Yu.

Lou Yu pouted and leaned close to Lou Yu, "Are you sure?"

"Of course." said Lou Yu unhesitatingly.

Mo Fei then said sullenly, "Without those things, it would never sell well. My prince, you should know most women are interested in those things."

Lou Yu sneered, "Are you also interested in those things?"

Lou Yu gave him a hollow laugh, "Kind of."

Lou Yu's face sank but returned to normal after a second, "You are interested? Then I will never tell you."

Mo Fei, "…"

Mo Fei opened the book and read loudly, "Lou Yu, third prince of Rong Kingdom, highly gifted, super talented, quick-witted, erudite and informed, versed in both literature and military affairs. Prince Yu bore high aspirations since he was very young, self-disciplined, lenient with others, doing morning exercises, working hard and aiming high. Prince Yu has the world in heart, could map out a strategy ahead of schedule and gain a decisive victory a thousand miles away…"

Mo Fei closed the book, blinking, asked curiously, "Who did you hire to write this for you? To make that person commend you so shamelessly, you must have paid a lot."

Lou Yu gashed his teeth, "It's for free!"

"For free? How is it possible? Hey, how about you introduce that guy to me? I also want him to write my biography. Though he is a bit verbose, it's nicely written. You contact him for me. I won't let him do it for free. I'll pay him 2,000 star coins. What do you say?" said Mo Fei in spirits.

Lou Yu looked at Mo Fei's two fingers, and said angrily, "Not good!"

"Not good? Why? Is it that I pay not enough? But 2,000 star coins are a lot." said Mo Fei.

Lou Yu looked at Mo Fei coldly, "He promised to write it for me because he admires me. Do you think he'd admire you?"

Mo Fei said shyly, "I'm so outstanding. It's a natural thing that he admires me!"

Lou Yu, "…"

Hello. If you are reading this, maybe you were scrolling through web novel and happened to fall upon a new chapter. Or maybe, you were simply looking for a realistic auto biography.

Everything I write in this book will be true, and everything will be written from my personal perspective. I'll be going over each day of my life individually as I go.

I am starting this book as of November 2, 2019. I am not writing this book for viewership nor to spread my story, but to simply remember what I have gone through in a few years time.

With that being said, if you are interested in my story, feel free to tag along. I'll be releasing a new chapter each day, with the events that occured that day and my detailed thoughts and actions during those events.

I'm going to be keeping this auto biography anonymous; however, there are a few things I will need to share for any of this to make sense.

I am currently a 16 year old in highschool. I live in America and am a junior at a relatively highly ranked highschool, surely being within the top 10% in America. I take my academics very seriously and I am currently striving to maintain all As in highschool. I also take national testing very seriously, and have taken the SAT once. I am actively looking into colleges and universities each day.

I also come from a fairly disrupted family. I have two brothers and one sister. My younger brother is 13, my older brother is 20, and my older sister is 22. I live with my single mother, my sister, and my younger brother. My sister works a full time job however she is still dependent on my mom for room and board. My younger brother attends middle school.

My older brother attends a state university and is doing abnormally well GPA wise compared to the rest of his class. He majors in civil engineering and I have received insane amounts of guidance from him as to how I should approach going to University.

I mentioned earlier that my family has been rather disrupted. This is mostly due to my parents divorcing six years ago, when I was ten years old. Before the divorce, my father had always worked out of state. Because of this, it didn't make much of a difference with how much time I spent with both parents.

However, shortly after the divorce, living with my single mom we had to downsize. For the first ten years of my life, I lived in what would be considered an upper middle class neighborhood. However, after moving, we transferred to what I'd consider the absolute bottom of the middle class or possibly the higher end of the low class. 

My father currently lives far out of state, and I see him during longer breaks off from school (for example, summer and winter break). We keep in touch but have never been together for more than 2 consecutive months.

The experiences I've had since these unfortunate string of events have truly changed my outlook on life. Beforehand I was a near innocent soul, who had not faced any sort of reality of life. However, that changed quickly. That is also what has inspired me to write about myself each and every day, so I can remember my roots and where I have came from. I will be releasing chapters every day at 11PM EST. These will all be true events. Enjoy.

This is my life. I am writing this story to always remember where I came from in the years to come.

A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants.
Thanks to one small act of kindness,
by providence she comes across a grateful friend;
Fortunate that her mother,
has done an unperceived good deed….

Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor…
Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road?

Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom.
Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost,
a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning.
Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.

 Hei, my name is Grayson Asley. I know my intro is weird a little, this is my first time doing this for my entire life. I have read a million book that has pro intro, but this is mine so I want it to be original and so on this story will come.
Before I go to the story, I have a background why this story finally here.
I forgot the day and what year is that. All I remember is that day was rain night, sky full with lighting that race on each other and flashing like a bliss of giant camera. And I am on the traffic way to home, and I stuck for 2 hours because the chaos caused by that storm.
Finally I am home, tired as hell and wet. No one home and no food to eat even some leftover in fridge. No fast food restaurant agree to send delivery because of the weather and I can blame no one.  And just a moment of that, friend of mine send me a random email, he ask me if I want to share my biographic story for him to write down as a book or something.
I was though that he just joking around. I don't know much about this guy, basically he was my friend friend's back there. I know that he was an author and book writer but, why me? I am just 23 young man back there. Nothing special about me. I am not a hero that save our nation, none a celebrity or billion dollar maker. I am just an ordinary boy who work as junior high math teacher. There is no reason for anyone to write down my ordinary story, I tough that he was drunk to ask me that my none profit story to him. So I reply with formal apologize to him and a minute after he call me 
That was an awkward conversation. He want me to say yes for my biography but I am still on my first though and denied.
That nothing happen after that. I am back on my everyday routine and the writer never make a contact with me again. Nothing change from me from that period, I just have a little habit to read down a big book stuff about famous people. I am just curios what they have faced, what make it so big that worth for people to write, read, and remember from their experience. And as my expect there are big complicated heart touching tragedy in each famous people life before they got into their hell of fame.
I read down so many book and I though a lot. All famous people that world worth to know are same with me from their begin. They just a human, they make a mistake. But they make mistakes a lot more than me. 
For years, I enjoy my new hobby and that thing become my habit 

Until one day, I heard a news that the writer who ask me to write my biography was died. He has cancer and can't be cured. For all random things that come to my life, my appreciate goes to him because of his sudden biography request, finally I discover things I cannot faced in my life but people do in their life trough the biography story
And I end up coming to his house and say thanks to him in his coffin. Everyone seem so gloomy, all dressed black, and wreaths everywhere. This is sick, enough to tell that the writer was a good man back time when he was alive.
I just want to say thanks and go, but another stranger impede me and ask me to stay a little longer. Well, it's mourning condition and he ask me politely. So why not I am staying a little longer on this sad and uncomfortable situation?
then I stay with a half of my heart
People come and go from the writer house and I nibble a little bit why am I stay here? from a bunch of people that comes and go, I know no one.
So I decided to go without farewell pep talk to the writer family.
For god saken in that moment I just step my feet from the chair, the man who ask me to stay a little longer, come to me and give me an envelope and leave me speechless
I don't know what thing inside this envelope and the man leave me no clue. I just want to ask the man if he was recognize a wrong person and the envelope is not belong to me, but that man already disappear 

I back home and confuse on my dining chair. I don't know who the man is neither the thing on this envelope. So, with a little hurry, I open that paper
It was a letter
The writer name was there and also my name
Another random massage from the writer
For the first time, I am struggle to read that massage because the writer hand write was worse that anybody that I knew.
The massage point was the writer want me to move on
The question is move on from what?
It seem like he know me for long time, but he isn't. We just meet once and for short time and not that close.
And I am not in special relationship or in past memories that cannot be lost with any girl.
So the hell non sense the writer talking about? Kinda like he knows me better than myself and its  offended me a little. 

Well, whatever. 

After that non sense letter, I am doing just fine and I jump into my hobby a bit too deep. I read almost every time and everywhere and its inspire me. Why don't I write my own biography?
Although I am just an ordinary guy who not receive any nobels yet, not a celebrity, not a multi billion dollar man, not involve in any military job or each. I am just leading by my desire to inspire people trough my ordinary life. This is my decision, and if my decision was wrong and this gonna be my mistakes, why not? All great people make mistakes when they just begin and why I am not try to make myself great by doing mistake? It can be my beginning of great life. Well, sometimes tame by rules could be so bored.

A biography of ordinary man that though that everyone experience the same as him, but they don't.

Item #: SCP-067
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: When not in use or the subject of study, SCP-067 is to be stored in its felt-lined wooden box. The nib is to be corked, and all art and writings are to be submitted to SCP Research command for analysis and further experimentation.
Description: SCP-067 is a fountain pen made by a German supply company called Pelikan at some point between World War I and II. It is pale green in color, with a single red line going straight down along the side. The shell is oak and the nib is extremely sharp, capable of piercing human skin if pressed even lightly. Though it apparently lacks a reservoir, the nib never appears to run out of fresh ink. In addition, the pen writes in Iron Gall ink, which is suitable for artists but would normally corrode typical fountain pens quickly.
Research has surmised that any subject holding SCP-067 loses all autonomy of the hand and arm that grasps it. Full sensation is intact, but the arm below the elbow is controlled by unknown forces, theoretically centralized within SCP-067. One effect is that the "controlled" hand will start to use the pen to write a detailed biography of the individual holding the pen. The biography will include such information as the person's name, age, date of birth, criminal record, fears, etc. Other times the pen has been known to write such things as an occurrence that happened in the person's lifetime. For example, when Test Subject 1204M held SCP-067, he began to write a detailed record of a motor vehicle accident he had been in the year before. Later, the subject admitted that many details penned in the account were not readily available to him at present time (i.e. the subject had forgotten many elements present in the written work, including his previous car's license plate number, the other vehicle's color, and so on). The subject stated that his memory of the event was so fresh in his mind during the transcription that he "could taste the blood in his mouth."
Subjects holding SCP-067 have also been known to create intricate works of art, despite the subject lacking any formal art training or previous tendencies toward drawing. For example, Test Subject 1102F, a young woman with no previous artistic experience, was able to draw a winged creature resembling SCP-███, described by researchers present as [DATA EXPUNGED]. When subjects are asked to explain what happens when they hold SCP-067, the typical response is that the subject freely relinquishes control of their appendage to SCP-067 so that it may complete its work unimpeded (see Quoted Response-01). Despite being instructed to not draw or write, subjects describe feelings of empathy, admiration, and cooperation with SCP-067 that coerces them toward a will not their own.
Quoted Response-01: "I don't really know how to explain it, it just kind of happened. When I picked up the pen, it seemed as if my hand wasn't my own anymore. I knew I could move it if I wanted to, but I chose not to because I loved the picture I was drawing. It was like my hand had life. Suddenly, my hand stopped and I realized I had complete control over my hand again, and I put the pen back down. I looked at the drawing and saw how beautiful it was. I guess the pen decided it was done, and was finished with me."
Tests and Experiments
On ██/██/20██, a test was done to see how the pen affected living creatures other than humans.
Experiment 001:
The test subject, a male rhesus macaque aged 2 years 4 months who had previously learned how to use pens and markers, was placed in a standard psychological surveillance room (neutral wall coloration; one-way observation mirrors), with SCP-067, a work table, and a pad of paper.
Subject picked up SCP-067 in his left foot, then took it in his right hand, then tasted it. Subject then put the pen down on the paper and smelled it. After 30 seconds, subject picked up SCP-067 again, and began tapping it repeatedly on the table. Subject also began tapping SCP-067 on his own body. Subject tapped SCP-067 with increasing force, until ink was being splattered on his fur. Subject then threw SCP-067 onto the floor (subsequent mechanical analysis revealed no damage).
At this point, subject tore a page from the pad of paper, and began rubbing it on the ink in his fur. This continued for 3 minutes, after which subject clutched the page in his teeth and leaped from the work table onto the ledge of the observation mirror (with such force that the table was knocked over). Subject began smearing the ink from the paper onto the observation mirror, while making repeated vocalizations; subsequent analysis revealed that 50% of vocalizations were consistent with the typical distress vocalizations of the rhesus macaque, and 50% were unfamiliar.
After 6 minutes of smearing ink on the observation mirror, subject began tearing at the page with his teeth and claws, but dropped it before destroying more than 20% of the paper. Subject then collapsed on floor, breathing rapidly and repeating the unfamiliar, atypical vocalizations.
Subject's handler reports that, once removed from psychological surveillance room, subject's mood improved rapidly. Subject was closely observed for two months following the experiment, but did not repeat the atypical vocalizations.
The sheet of paper was filed away in [DATA EXPUNGED].

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

Item #: SCP-067
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: When not in use or the subject of study, SCP-067 is to be stored in its felt-lined wooden box. The nib is to be corked, and all art and writings are to be submitted to SCP Research command for analysis and further experimentation.
Description: SCP-067 is a fountain pen made by a German supply company called Pelikan at some point between World War I and II. It is pale green in color, with a single red line going straight down along the side. The shell is oak and the nib is extremely sharp, capable of piercing human skin if pressed even lightly. Though it apparently lacks a reservoir, the nib never appears to run out of fresh ink. In addition, the pen writes in Iron Gall ink, which is suitable for artists but would normally corrode typical fountain pens quickly.
Research has surmised that any subject holding SCP-067 loses all autonomy of the hand and arm that grasps it. Full sensation is intact, but the arm below the elbow is controlled by unknown forces, theoretically centralized within SCP-067. One effect is that the "controlled" hand will start to use the pen to write a detailed biography of the individual holding the pen. The biography will include such information as the person's name, age, date of birth, criminal record, fears, etc. Other times the pen has been known to write such things as an occurrence that happened in the person's lifetime. For example, when Test Subject 1204M held SCP-067, he began to write a detailed record of a motor vehicle accident he had been in the year before. Later, the subject admitted that many details penned in the account were not readily available to him at present time (i.e. the subject had forgotten many elements present in the written work, including his previous car's license plate number, the other vehicle's color, and so on). The subject stated that his memory of the event was so fresh in his mind during the transcription that he "could taste the blood in his mouth."
Subjects holding SCP-067 have also been known to create intricate works of art, despite the subject lacking any formal art training or previous tendencies toward drawing. For example, Test Subject 1102F, a young woman with no previous artistic experience, was able to draw a winged creature resembling SCP-███, described by researchers present as [DATA EXPUNGED]. When subjects are asked to explain what happens when they hold SCP-067, the typical response is that the subject freely relinquishes control of their appendage to SCP-067 so that it may complete its work unimpeded (see Quoted Response-01). Despite being instructed to not draw or write, subjects describe feelings of empathy, admiration, and cooperation with SCP-067 that coerces them toward a will not their own.
Quoted Response-01: "I don't really know how to explain it, it just kind of happened. When I picked up the pen, it seemed as if my hand wasn't my own anymore. I knew I could move it if I wanted to, but I chose not to because I loved the picture I was drawing. It was like my hand had life. Suddenly, my hand stopped and I realized I had complete control over my hand again, and I put the pen back down. I looked at the drawing and saw how beautiful it was. I guess the pen decided it was done, and was finished with me."
Tests and Experiments
On ██/██/20██, a test was done to see how the pen affected living creatures other than humans.
Experiment 001:
The test subject, a male rhesus macaque aged 2 years 4 months who had previously learned how to use pens and markers, was placed in a standard psychological surveillance room (neutral wall coloration; one-way observation mirrors), with SCP-067, a work table, and a pad of paper.
Subject picked up SCP-067 in his left foot, then took it in his right hand, then tasted it. Subject then put the pen down on the paper and smelled it. After 30 seconds, subject picked up SCP-067 again, and began tapping it repeatedly on the table. Subject also began tapping SCP-067 on his own body. Subject tapped SCP-067 with increasing force, until ink was being splattered on his fur. Subject then threw SCP-067 onto the floor (subsequent mechanical analysis revealed no damage).
At this point, subject tore a page from the pad of paper, and began rubbing it on the ink in his fur. This continued for 3 minutes, after which subject clutched the page in his teeth and leaped from the work table onto the ledge of the observation mirror (with such force that the table was knocked over). Subject began smearing the ink from the paper onto the observation mirror, while making repeated vocalizations; subsequent analysis revealed that 50% of vocalizations were consistent with the typical distress vocalizations of the rhesus macaque, and 50% were unfamiliar.
After 6 minutes of smearing ink on the observation mirror, subject began tearing at the page with his teeth and claws, but dropped it before destroying more than 20% of the paper. Subject then collapsed on floor, breathing rapidly and repeating the unfamiliar, atypical vocalizations.
Subject's handler reports that, once removed from psychological surveillance room, subject's mood improved rapidly. Subject was closely observed for two months following the experiment, but did not repeat the atypical vocalizations.
The sheet of paper was filed away in [DATA EXPUNGED].

This is our list of logs that the SCP foundation has been keep secret, and they are now free to the public. But beware of what you are going to read about because it will cause you to lose all hope and satisfaction you had. After all, the SCP's main role is to contain, protect, secure and if anyone tries to stop them they will feel the wrath if the foundation and your life will be terminated.

So you have been warned.

P.S: THIS IS NOT OWN BY ME BUT THE SCP WEBSITE AND ALL CREDIT SHOULD GO TO THE FOUNDATION AND THE AUTHOR. ALSO, I WILL BE STARTING A SCP STORY ABOUT A SCP THAT I HAD CREATED, BUT FIRST I NEED TO SPREAD THE SCP UNIVERSE IN THIS WEBSITE AND APP SO PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THE SCP FOUNDATION AND IT GREAT AUTHOR AND FOLLOWER. PLEASE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND VISIT THE WEBSITE. LINK IS BELOW 
{ http://www.scpwiki.com/scp-series }

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