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

Disintegrating the ice wall, I moved forward, ensuring that I didn't step on Challes's gut, stomach, brain, or anything else left in a single piece.

This wasn't really a surprise, in fact, I'd sent him to take out the sword precisely because I knew about this trap, and that the only way to disarm it was to trigger it. Or you could say I didn't know of any other way.

In the novel, Leon had also fallen for the trap but didn't die because his system helped him to absorb the energy the sword forcefully injected into him. After that, he didn't use any other trick and the sword came out easily, hence I also didn't know of any other way to disarm it.

I could've tried using my own brain but I was not in the mood to accidentally kill myself or destroy the sword, so using the straightforward method was the best and safe option.

I stood near the sword and looked down at it. 'I hope there's not a second trap,' I thought before I put my hands on the hilt.

Requiem [1]