#REINCARNATION #TRANSMIGRATION #SURVIVAL #HISTORICAL #REBIRTH

I AM THE AUTHOR

"You can't do it." They all said, glaring down at her. "Why? I want to write a book." She said, wilting under their cold stares. "Just look at how you've fallen. How are you even going to write a book? This is all your fault." they chorused. Indeed, Seanae was sprawled on the icy cobblestones. Her scraped knees were bleeding waves of crimson. "B-but you're the ones who pushed me." She whimpered. Suddenly, they all went dead quiet. Seanae looked down, embarrassed. "You can't do it." They repeated. "You can't even pick yourself up." But she did. Slowly, she dusted off her knees and limped into a standing position. "You're wrong. I can do it, and I will," she told them. And with that, "English Rose" was published. ~~~~ Pls help dis rando author ;-; I have dirt bank account and dirt writing skills but gold imagination ~~~~ Please give me viewssssss art release every 5k *read till at least the second chapter before you decide to ditch it pls* - EVERY WEEKDAY (daily updates monday-friday and maybe on the weekends too?) I HAVE A CHANNEL NOW !!! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCR6DjAK9vpn_EeDtn4Wr2mw NOT MY ART I USE DIS GENERATOR --> https://perchance.org/ai-photo-generator ART RELEASE : (I got 5k views so here it is) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gb2oLOrgMFH0WBXGh6GGutvv6uSdddlS-bMXpV-Wmpg/edit

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FINALE - I AM THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER TWENTY

Eden was always a supporting character. Not just in this book, but in her last life as well. Indeed, she had just been one of the fanfic writers, who worshipped Seanae and her book. But today, it didn't matter whether she was the main character because she was going to make history either way.

The ending, the resolution, the big bang… whatever you want to call it, it was almost here. After eight years of living under the emperor's thumb and then ten more living in hiding, Eden was ready to end this all and retire to the life of a peaceful emperor with a peaceful empire to rule over. Not that of a supporting character - but that of an ancient figurine high above the rest. Eden smiled to herself. What a good day today was to die.

She had learned swordsmanship while training, and now, she was walking down this familiar hall yet again, but this time in common clothes, with a sword strapped to her waist. Eden's eyes roamed briefly over the portraits, settling on one.

The emperor was standing next to her eight-year-old version, smiling as he placed a hand on her head. Eden's eyes darkened. A reminder to know her place. One day, she'd be in a portrait all alone, the main character. That day was today.

Feeling a bit more confident, she threw open the jewel-encrusted doors. There was the emperor, holding a matching sword, but a bit more bloody. The emperor smiled, flashing crooked teeth as he planted his sword into the red carpet. Bodies lay around him, and Eden recognized a few of them. Transmigrators that had died in vain. No doubt they would be reincarnated as someone else like Cordelia, but the sight still made her blood boil. "Eden, dear. Why don't you put that sword down and sit next to me like a good girl?" The emperor said, coaxing in a sweet voice, flashing a crazed grin. Eden was still staring at the floor, fists trembling silently in fury. She'd save her energy for the fight. As the emperor's voice turned ice cold, she looked up.

"Unless you plan to die with these others as well?"

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