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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/MgVng8Fh 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.... . . .

Adwit_ojha · Fantasia
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Two Sides of the Same Coin

The break of dawn was soothing. The loud silence buzzing in his ears was irritating, none the less. The sun was lazily oozing its deep red rays of light through the frontier of nothingness. Quite mesmerizing the scenery was, at least for Remirg Kryptos, who just seemed to stumble outside, seeing the last remnants of nightly creatures vanish into thin air.

To his sheer astonishment, both the ornamental pots were still rigidly floating at their respective positions. Not even the slightest quiver announced the end to the magic. Apparently, Remirg had underestimated his prana capacity, or such a magic was really easy to perform in the real world.

Raising his eyebrows in appreciation, anticipation shook him whether the pots would survive another hour in the air or not. Quite comical it was, to goggle at nothing but floating amassment of sherds.