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

I stepped inside my dorm room, closing the door shut back. I removed my shoes and settled them on the rack near the mattress. I went inside, removed my blazer, and let it rest inside the wardrobe.

I let the Requiem sword rest on the side of my bed as I took off my academy uniform and settled into more casual clothes. After setting everything in its place I went to the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with a cup of hot chocolate.

Well, it wasn't really hot since most of the heat was lost during the time it took to bring it here from the cafeteria but still, it is what it is.

I picked up my diary in which I've written the rough plot of loli_pop's novel, sat on the bed, and began skimming through its contents as I drank the almost cold hot chocolate…that sounds illegal for some reason.

It was half an hour before I was lying on my bed, stretching my arms and legs and staring at the ceiling.

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