moon_senpai

What does it feel like to find yourself inside the novel of an author you hated? How will you survive in a world that's filled with cliché? Well, something similar happened here.

Once there was an unpopular fantasy novel author. However, for certain reasons, he died a pathetic death.

Later he found out that the world he reincarnated in was the same as the novel of an author he hated the most. The only person he never wanted to talk to again…he was reincarnated inside that very person’s novel.

This is his story! The story of the man who was known by the name “Zero” in his second life. The story of how he survived without plot armor in a world filled with cliché situations, only in the favor of the MC of that novel.

This is, the Author’s Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting!!

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The cover image is not mine and I can remove it if the original owner wants.

A/N - The mc is the anti-hero type and the reasons for why he is like that and what happened in his past will be revealed as you move forward in the story.

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Author's Reincarnation in a Fantasy Setting

Anya bent forward a little in Roclus's direction, holding onto her sword with only her right hand she raised it in the air. She then started channeling manna throughout her body and sword; the golden-colored light on her blade shone more brightly.

She was pretty average in handling mana though since she had learned to do so only after coming to the academy; before then all the battles she fought relied on raw strength. Due to this, she took a bit more time than usual to get her body ready.

It would've taken only a few seconds longer than usual but Roclus was already out of patience. With a scream he dashed toward Anya, holding his sword above his right shoulder with both his arms.

A second later Roclus was standing frozen to his feet in the middle of the arena, his hands were in front of him in a pose as if holding a sword, but they were holding nothing but the air.

Training session [3]