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I am a devil in a strange world

He was the main character yet everyone else appeared more important than he was. What was this story he was assigned to? In a futuristic world of magic and gadgets, he emerged from the depths which held no value in comparison to the great ones and the higher ups. The world was beautiful and he was considered one of the many blotches that tainted its beauty. The day he was killed, a cleansing was manifested. He, however, reincarnates into the real world - Earth. Reborn from a world of fantasy instigated by ink into the world of humans, he faces no better luck than his previous life in a book. Unfortunately for him, in this new life he is struck with an illness that makes his skin look red. People call him the "devil" and even his mother is scared of him. A world he couldn't understand yet, he understood. Who was this writer that created his story and why was he reincarnated into this strange world that refused to accept him either? What if more lies to writing? What if writing sparks up and opens up a world humans never knew existed? Prepared to learn about this "Earth", he sets into the great merchant city with the help of a shape-shifting system to become the greatest librarian and explore the truths that binds him to the library of his stories. He is Emmet Quinn, the devil in a strange world. [WPC June 2024 entry] _ _ _ Read on and enjoy the journey of Emmet Quinn! Your support is simply the most I could ask for! NB: The story is set in a futuristic Earth with a revolved humanity. However, this "Earth" is different from the Earth in real life. Join my discord server: https://discord.gg/zsahn4yckr

Blak_cherry · แฟนตาซี
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She finally arrived at the wooden door of the shelter. Her lips twisted and her look contemplated on how to announce her presence.

"He is definitely going to freak out," She huffed a load of air as she spoke to the snake curled around her shoulders.

"Of course, he will. It's been a really long time you know," Arin hissed in response.

"Anyways," Ashley shrugged and pushed the door knob downwards. As usual, he always left the front door open like he was never bothered about just anyone walking in.

The lobby behind the door was cold and its only source of lit was a dim yellow bulb dangling from the ceiling. At the end of the lobby, there was a room. The door of the room was wide open, and she could see the shadow of a human figure accompanied by bright lights of different colours flashing on the wall.

Music resounded from the room and the voice of a man sang alongside.