chapter 7

Below is a refined and immersive English version of Chapter 5, Part 1 from your novel, Rewrite: Let's Escape the Reality! I've enhanced the narrative with vivid sensory details, emotional depth, and evocative language to make readers feel Nathaniel's awe, confusion, and internal conflict, while preserving the original content, themes, and tone. The wording is natural, engaging, and immersive, bringing the world of Endoryo to life without altering the story's essence.

Chapter 05 Part 1: A Chance Encounter

Nathaniel's Point of View

As I stood before the breathtaking creature who seemed like a fairy from my own comic, I realized this was a rare chance to meet a being born from the world I'd created.

She had asked for help, and without hesitation, I extended my hand. She took it, her palm soft and warm against mine, a delicate touch that sent a quiet thrill through me as I helped her to her feet. Once upright, she flashed a radiant smile, her gratitude glowing in her expression.

"Thank you, kind creature," she said, her voice as gentle as a breeze.

I wasn't sure why she called me a "kind creature." Was it because I was a mere human, small in stature compared to her? Or perhaps because she was a higher being, one of Endoryo's elevated races? I didn't know, but it hardly mattered. Despite her ethereal presence, she seemed kind and respectful, even to someone as ordinary as me.

Beyond her soothing voice, her heart appeared pure, her words polite and earnest. She even offered to reward me for my small act of kindness. "I don't have much to offer now," she said, her tone sincere, "but one day, I'll repay you for the good you've done for me."

Her words struck me as odd. To me, helping her stand was a trivial gesture, hardly worth a reward. But perhaps her customs or the beliefs of her homeland were different, viewing such acts with greater significance.

Then, out of nowhere, she asked if I was there to join Eskapa, like the others gathered around us. "No, you've got it wrong, miss," I replied quickly. "I'm not here to join Eskapa."

She had assumed I was drawn to the recruitment like the crowd, but I clarified that I had no intention of enlisting. After all, Eskapa's ranks were filled with skilled and powerful warriors—qualities I lacked as an ordinary human. "I've heard they're valiant soldiers who save lives," I added, trying to keep the conversation light.

She nodded, her eyes bright with conviction. "Eskapa are warriors of the heavens, the last hope of Endoryo against those who abuse their power," she said. "The heavens have gathered and blessed them with abilities to protect the world from tragedy and destruction caused by greedy beings."

Her belief in Eskapa as saviors was unshakable, a beacon of hope guiding Endoryo's inhabitants through this dark world. As I watched her, I couldn't help but admire her faith. Her sincerity was palpable, as if she truly believed the god of Eskapa would protect them all.

Yet, a nagging doubt lingered. Was her desire to save others as an Eskapa ally genuine, or was she like so many others, joining for the prestige and privileges that came with being one of their soldiers? I didn't want to judge her too harshly, but my knowledge of this world made it hard to trust someone like her so easily.

Unwilling to linger on the topic of Eskapa, I abruptly left the scene. It wasn't that I didn't want to talk to her—she seemed kind enough—but trusting anyone in this world felt risky, especially for someone like me who knew its dangers. Still, I wondered if I was being too quick to judge. Why should I care about her motives? I had no stake in their cause.

I made my way toward the towering gates of Agata Tower, stepping into the open air to distance myself from the crowd. I wanted no connection to them—those devout followers of a god, ready to sacrifice their lives for a sworn duty as heroes.

Pausing, I tilted my head back to gaze at the sky, my thoughts drifting to the people who clung so fiercely to Eskapa's promises. What would they think if they knew even the heavens might not care about their fate?

I let out a heavy sigh, realizing how pointless it was to dwell on such complex matters. Shaking off the thought, I wandered toward the edge of the plaza, taking in my surroundings. From where I stood, I could see the city's sprawling buildings and homes, their silhouettes stark against the horizon. A question gnawed at me: "Now that I'm here, what am I supposed to do?" I muttered, exhaling another weary sigh.

Turning, I leaned against a wall and looked back at Agata Tower. Even from the outside, its sheer size was staggering, a monument of magic and technology that dwarfed anything I'd known in my old world. This place was so different, so alien, compared to the life I was used to.

"Maybe I'll just wander around while I search for that lunatic angel," I decided, setting off to circle the tower's perimeter. I stayed close to avoid getting lost in this unfamiliar city. The tower's grounds were vast, and just beyond its walls, a bustling marketplace thrived, filled with merchants and travelers.

Hours passed as I roamed aimlessly, but the monotony of wandering soon wore me down. With nothing else to do, I returned to the tower and slumped onto the steps outside. Searching was exhausting, especially when I wasn't even sure if Koko was in this place.

"I've got no one to rely on but myself," I grumbled, the weight of my situation sinking in.

Fatigued from walking, I craved a moment to relax. Without thinking, I lay back on the cool stone steps, staring up at the sky. It was an awkward spot, but the path was empty, so no one would notice. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, a sharp reminder that I had no money for food. Barely a few hours in this world, and I already missed Earth, even if my life there had been dull.

"I'd rather be stuck in traffic than trapped in the mess that angel dragged me into," I muttered, sighing deeply as I watched the clouds drift by.

In that quiet moment, my thoughts wandered to the extraordinary events unfolding around me. I still couldn't believe what had happened. In the blink of an eye, my life had changed. I never imagined these hands, which had drawn countless pages, could create an entire world. That afternoon felt deceptively peaceful, like any ordinary day where I could rest like this. This world seemed oblivious to the chaos beneath its surface, unaware of the truth I carried.

Despite my fears, I couldn't deny a flicker of excitement. As a mangaka who crafted this world, how could I not feel a thrill at seeing it come to life? But no—Nathaniel, don't you dare get swept up in this, I scolded myself. Letting myself feel joy would be like accepting what that crazy angel had done to me.

As I lay there, lost in thought, I didn't notice someone approaching until a shadow fell over me, blocking the warm sunlight. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw a figure sitting beside me, peering down with curiosity.

"Huh?" I gasped, bolting upright from my sprawl on the ground.

Before me stood a breathtaking woman, her golden hair cascading in soft waves that caught the light like threads of sunlight, her porcelain skin glowing with an almost otherworldly luminescence. She wore the standard Eskapa uniform—a crisp white and silver ensemble that hugged her slender frame, adorned with subtle insignia marking her as a commander of the "Weapons of God." The high collar and flowing cape swayed gently, hinting at her divine connection, while a faint, mystical aura seemed to emanate from her, a subtle echo of her time-manipulating powers. Her golden-hazel eyes, framed by long, elegant lashes, pierced through me with a serene yet curious gaze, her expression both kind and enigmatic.

My heart raced—not just from her stunning beauty, but from recognition. As the creator of this world, I knew exactly who she was.

"Wait… could it be…?"

There was no mistaking her. She was Sei, the Timekeeper, one of the Weapons of God and a commander of Eskapa. My pulse quickened, not only because of her ethereal presence but from the sheer impossibility of the moment. I was face-to-face with a character from my own comic.

From her elegance to her commanding stature, she was unmistakably Sei. Known as one of Endoryo's most powerful beings, she wielded the ability to control and manipulate time itself. But beyond her strength, she was revered as an angel of the god, her beauty and kindness as legendary as her power.

"Are you really Sei?" I asked, my voice trembling. "The sixth Weapon of God, a commander of Eskapa?"

She didn't answer, her gaze fixed on me, studying me with an intensity that felt both curious and unnerving. I didn't know what she was thinking, but her stare was strange, as if she were trying to unravel a mystery about me. Still, her silence confirmed it—she was the real Sei. In my comic, she rarely spoke to strangers, a precaution due to her Crimson Curse, which could activate unintentionally through her words.

As she sat beside me, she reached into her bag and pulled something out. Moments later, she held out a piece of bread toward me.

"Hm?" she murmured softly.

"Wait, are you giving me that bread?" I asked, bewildered.

I hadn't asked for food, yet here she was, offering it to me. Was this normal in Endoryo—handing out food to strangers? Or did I look that desperate? I glanced at my reflection in a nearby window. I didn't look that bad, did I?

The aroma of the bread hit me, and my stomach growled, betraying my hunger. I had to admit, her timing was perfect. But something felt off. Wouldn't accepting it make me seem like a beggar? I still had some pride left. I couldn't let myself look pitiful, especially not in front of someone as stunning as Sei.

My stomach, however, had other plans, growling louder as I hesitated. Before I could stop her, Sei gently took my hand and pressed the bread into it. The bread was as soft as her touch, and to be honest, I didn't want her to let go of my hand so quickly.

Her beauty was mesmerizing, and I could see why people believed she was an angel on Earth. She stood, offering me a gentle smile as she spoke. "Be strong, good sir, and strive to live with faith," she said, her voice soft and refined. "Only then will our god protect and bless you."

I was speechless, my heart pounding as I stared at her, utterly captivated. My eyes followed her every movement until she walked away, joining a group of waiting Eskapa soldiers. All I could think was how breathtaking she was in person—and as a mangaka, I felt a swell of pride knowing I'd created her.