Into the World of the Novel

A loud bang woke me up. As I started to heavily pant, all I could think of was just happened. I just developed, or perhaps, inherited memories from a boy of 16 years old, a disgraced prince, declared a traitor to the empire, and exiled. All he, or perhaps I had now, was a earring, that had space of perhaps a room, that was filled with all the savings of his mother and his own. Thankfully enough to spend his life silently outside the empire. But somehow, he had fallen unconscious on the road, probably due to heatstroke, where he possibly passed away. Entry, me.

However what was strange was not all of this, which acceptably was a lot, but not as much as this: my name was Adoneous Varvardos. I was not granted a royal name, but inherited my mother's maiden name, who was the last of a fallen noble house. And the empire was named the Gremaria, the same as the third continent. However, that was not what was weird. What was weird was the fact that these names were suspiciously like the book that was just started to be written, then dropped, namely "Race to kill the Demon God".

I immediately needed to verify my claims. The easiest way was to verify the existence of the system. In place of my voice, a smooth silky voice came out.

"System?"

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Name: Adoneous Varvardos

Age: 16 years 3 months 2 days

Title: Exiled Prince

Traits: Prince's Aura, Psychopathic, Genius

Element: Darkness

Strength- 21

Agility- 37

Mana- 16

Skills:

Riding- lvl 2

Mana Manipulation- lvl 4

Close Combat- lvl 16

Sword-wielding - lvl 15

Spear-wielding - lvl 11

Whip-wielding - lvl 9

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As I stared at the translucent screen in front of me, that proved that I had currently transmigrated and was a side character, who was briefly mentioned once by the sword instructor of the palace to the Hero, as a 'scumbag unworthy of the grace and light of the royal bloodline.' Well, now I understood that it was because of my element,which was frowned upon by the royal family, and I certainly was off to a great start.

After nearly an hour of walking with my mind completely blank I could see the outline of a town on the horizon. Just in time also, as the sun was currently retreating towards the horizon. Soon, I came to the stone wall of the town where two guards were stationed. Drawing my cloak further up my head to hide my face, even though hardly anyone was likely to recognise me, I went to the gate.

"Stop! Your identity?"

"A travelling mercenary, attempting to make a living." That should suffice as an answer. Hopefully they wouldn't ask for some form of Identity proof.

"Your ID?"

Goddammit. Withdrawing two gold coins from my earring, I held it out to them.

"Look fellas, I have walked a long way, and am very tired. Here is a sign of my friendship. Could you please let me go a bit sooner?"

A hint of uncertainty passed on the guard's faces. Before they could say anything, I quickly intercepted them.

"You know what? Here is two more. Can you please grant me entry? My back is killing me, if you know what I mean."

Forget them, even I did not know what I meant. But at least their smiling faces were a good sign.

"Yes yes, of course. After all, what kind of humans would we be if we did not grant entry to a weary mercenary."

Soon I stood on a busy road, which was well maintained, with shops lined on both sides. Walking along them, I entered the first blacksmith shop I could find.

"Hello? Anybody there?"

A tall man with well built muscles came in from inside a curtained door.

"A customer? Well what do you want?"

"Um, I would like a sturdy sword, a spear and two slim gauntlets."

"Hmmm. That is a wide choice. Well lets see. How much of a mana reception do you want?"

The question caught me off guard.

"I'm sorry. What?"

Sighing, and then whispering something that sounded like 'newbies', the man looked at me.

"We have weapons with mana reception upto 4. What is your desired mana reception."

"Ummm, I suppose 3 would suffice."

Dammit, there was a lot that I still did not know about this world. Why did they not have a common sense class at the palace?

The man hummed and then said,

"About the gauntlets, how slim do you want them to be?"

"Thinnest you can go."

"Okay then. And the sword? What kind?"

I immediately answered the specifics of the weapon I practised with at the palace.

"A long sword. Thin blade, double edged, with pointed tip."

That man went back to the room he came out of after nodding. After some clanking sounds, he came back out with a sheathed long sword, a spear, and two gauntlets.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, do you have some form of a holster for the spear?"

"Yes."

"Right then one of that. What is the total?"

"3 gold and 14 silver."

Pulling out 4 gold coins from my earring, I handed it to him. His eyes immediately widened.

"I don't have that much of change?"

Well, I was officially a spoiled brat with no sense of money.

"Not a problem. Just give me all the silver change you have."

After I fitted myself with the weapons and booking myself into a inn for 3 silvers, I laid onto a bed that was a long cry from the soft one that I slept on in the palace. Well, no use crying over spilled milk. It was time to make plans.