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Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

..... Chiron lived an unfortunately miserable life as an orphan. Just when he managed to get rich as a result of a book about a world he saw in his dreams, he was murdered by a deranged Fan He was even unable to enjoy his vast wealth before his death. But Fate had other plans for him. He was reborn in the same book he wrote as the main character. But there was a big problem. According to his book, the main character was to die at the end, risking his life for the safety of the world. To sacrifice one's self for the world was not his style. After all, he had already experienced death before. There was no way in hell was he going to give his life for anybody. Instead of following the story arch and becoming a hero, he forges his own path on the road to true villiany and immortality. However can he win when his enemy is Fate itself and the Gods that command it? Especially with the Fate Change System he can never truly trust. ...... Note: The MC has no morality. Very Sick Shit happens in this book. I mean things that will make even your parents shy away. You have been warned!!! No Romance= (The Ancestors forbid it) Simping= (The MC would prefer Death please) Familiar bonds= (Family exists only for benefits.) Stray off the part of Power= (only to go kill a nation or something and we back on track)

Dere_Isaac · Fantasia
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Dylan And Timothy Vs Holy Church

Timothy led Dylan to an old, abandoned hut nestled deep within a forest. The structure was small and worn, with wooden walls that had seen better days and a roof that sagged in several places. Inside, the air was musty, and the remnants of past occupants were scattered about—broken furniture, tattered curtains, and a few rusted tools. The ceiling had multiple holes, allowing the moonlight to filter through in patches. They were fortunate it wasn't the rainy season, as the hut would have offered little protection from a storm.

Timothy motioned for Dylan to take a seat on an old, rickety chair, while he settled into a creaky armchair by the corner. They waited in silence, the sounds of the night filling the gaps. Dylan's mind was a whirlpool of questions, but one in particular pressed forward.

"How did your father die?" Dylan asked, his voice soft but filled with curiosity.