Stories are things that move one's heart and fill them with all sorts of emotions one can obtain in their daily lives
These stories are different and yet they possess the sa attributes as such, the beginning and its end
The key figures are the Protagonist and the Villains, the supporters of both factions known to many the Side characters. A few of them are destined to play a bigger role but ultimately die
If they were fortunate enough they'd be forgotten and they can rest as they've finished their roles. Peace is not without past conflicts, happiness is nothing without sadness and a story without an author
Stories are ford with one struggles, experiences, emotions, desperation, and heart. Regardless of whether you cry, laugh, or even cheer for the characters, they aren't real. A fignt of one's imagination, a tool for others to pass their knowledge or entertain the populous
But what if it were true...?
One day you suddenly arise in a different place different from what you recall, monsters appearing invoking fear and wreaking havoc wherever they go. The abducted is to participate in the past ti of gods, the beings holding such omnipotence
Death, destruction, betrayal, anguish, and blessings from none other than those who use them for one's entertainnt
The story is set, and the characters have appeared, but the worst of them all has yet to make his arrival
"It's real!!! All of this is real? Why is this happening!!?" The author himself appeared in this world
A world he created and a place he envisioned to be his reality. Will he die? Or will he persist and suffer when he's the shittiest of them all? But even with all that underpaying system, his lack of luck, and a reward that'll last him about a week. Did he play it safe or did he bet every single thing from his life, knowledge, and skill just to survive the way he desires?
"... is this even my story? Strange... everything is a ss, is it possible that im, not the only one?"
As days go by he never was omniscient and only knowledgeable of the past present and future. But he began to doubt if he ever was alone in this ruinous world he had written about and for what was the reason for his arrival. Many desire to escape, so wish for the power they never once hold, others wealth beyond anyone else
"No matter what... you can't die! Maybe you aren't the hero of this story and you'll never will. But you've yet to learn your purpose, why are you here, what challenges await, and the people you'll et,"
For the longest ti, he remained he never felt the least saddened, for all the deaths he witnessed never once did he mourn. The world he had written... was it the world he was destined to inhabit? Unforgiving, relentless, infested with monsters, and yet fair for anyone even for the weak
"Answer ... why won't you die? Everything you've done so far hasn't dealt a scratch in my flesh. Yet you're still steadfast and full of hope, is your blade only driven by your knowledge or have you gone mad? A battle you can't survive is a battle none would dare lengthen. Or perhaps you're a fool who enjoys pain and transmit it as pleasure, you filthy slut!"
"Kieeuk! Look pal, just because im dying doesn't make it less sensible to let you pass and go for the rest. They might be right. Once a side character always a side character, but no way in hell am I letting you oppose my way of life. I rather get stabbed, mutilated, incinerated, or whatever fuck of a way your gonna kill with. Do you want to get past ? Over my dead body, bitch!"
Even till he reached what may be his final mont he refused to kneel and bought ti for the rest. Most of his bones were either cracked or stable, his heart beating from his fatigue and yet he has the balls to act all tough. But from the mont he defied everything for his life and the role he played was forever changed
([Rewrite system: The body which the author currently possesses is undergoing its character developnt???
Status: After the trials and hardships you've faced greatly on par with what you're destined to suffer greatly affect yourself
Outco: Due to the acknowledgnt the system is certain that the limit of your body changed beyond recognition])
'Side character my ass! Just because im not the main character doesn't give a reason to stay as I am. Let this be the day I die not as cannon fodder but as an Author and the creator of this world. This might be the end of Christopher Morris, but even so, a few seconds can make a difference. There's no telling whether I'll survive or not, but to hell with fate. What I do and the things I change will be the ones to decide the end of my life and not the text written in my book,'
[System: The system has acknowledged the player's unique spell circle to be an original work!!!
Outco: The ongoing spell circle you nad 'Re:write' can now be activated by fulfilling the requirents
Recomndation: Your life is currently threatened would you like to activate 'Re:write' as to your previous command?]
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