chapter 9

Below is a refined and immersive English version of Chapter 6, 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 disappointment, desperation, and newfound determination, while preserving the original content, themes, and tone. The wording is natural, engaging, and immersive, bringing the escalating tension and pivotal encounter to life without altering the story's essence.

Chapter 06 Part 1: A Desperate Plea

Nathaniel's Point of View

As our conversation with the Eskapa members dragged on, a wave of disappointment crashed over me, the sting of defeat heavy in my chest. Yet, I had to accept my dire circumstances—no matter what, I needed their help.

"Do you have some personal grudge against me?" I asked, my voice tinged with frustration.

I could expect nothing from the cat-eared woman, who seemed allergic to someone like me, so I turned to her leader instead. "Wait, miss—uh, beautiful lady," I said, stumbling over my words, "you seem more compassionate. Maybe you could help me?"

Her eyes widened at the compliment, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Miss… beautiful?" she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

Her demeanor shifted, turning almost childlike as she averted her gaze, clearly flustered by the praise. Despite her dark skin and unusual black eyes, her striking features were undeniable, and her gentle voice carried an innocence that suggested she wouldn't harm a fly.

"W-what problem are you talking about?" she asked shyly, her tone earnest.

As I'd hoped, she inquired about my troubles, unlike the cat-eared woman, showing genuine intent to assist. I wasn't a con artist—far from it—but I desperately needed help, especially with nothing to my name and no clue if I'd find Koko today. The thought of sleeping on the streets or begging for food filled me with dread.

Explaining was difficult. I'd been thrust into this world without warning, and now I had no resources to survive. After hearing my plight, she moved without hesitation, reaching into her small bag to offer aid.

A sudden silence fell as she stared at the contents of her wallet in her palm, then glanced at her companions with an apologetic nod. "Forgive me, Nyabu, but I must fulfill my duty to help," she said softly.

Turning to me, she bowed respectfully, extending what remained of her team's allowance. "I'm sorry, sir, but this is all we have left. I don't know if it's enough, but I hope it helps," she added, her voice warm and sincere.

I was torn, unsure how to feel. She was giving me her last resources to ease my burden, a generous act that felt both humbling and guilt-inducing. Her kindness made accepting it feel almost wrong, as if I'd be the villain for taking her help.

"You're really giving me your allowance?" I asked, hesitating.

Before the money could change hands, Nyabu erupted, her voice a furious shout that halted the exchange. "You can't do that!" she yelled. "If you give that away, we'll be the ones without food or shelter! Team Leader, please!"

Ataparag panicked at the outburst, quickly apologizing. The awkwardness hung thick in the air—seeing a subordinate reprimand her leader so openly left me curious about their team's dynamic.

Yet Ataparag stood firm, insisting she didn't believe I was a fraud like others. I was heartened by her trust, though her innocence and generosity seemed almost too good to be true. No wonder her team opposed her so vehemently—her kindness made her vulnerable to exploitation.

"I just told you not to fall for people like him!" Nyabu snapped, her irritation palpable.

Her sharp glare bore into me, her anger simmering as if she wanted to devour me whole. Turning to the bull-like Toro, she issued a cold command. "Toto, you know what to do with this one," she said, her tone deadly serious.

Toro grew aggressive, letting out a thunderous roar that sent a shiver down my spine, his hostile stare locking onto me. Fear prickled my skin as I raised my hands in plea. "Wait, please, just hear me out!" I begged, trying to calm the escalating tension.

My words fell on deaf ears as Toro advanced. "Go ahead, Toto, don't leave a trace of him," Nyabu egged him on, her voice dripping with malice.

Ataparag sprang into action, stepping between us to block Toro's approach. "Please, calm down, Toto," she urged, her voice firm yet pleading, reminding him violence was forbidden.

Her defense bolstered my courage, and I spoke up, knowing they couldn't harm me. As I recalled, Eskapa's laws prohibited violence against someone defenseless and non-threatening. My situation was precarious—they thought I meant to swindle their leader—but I realized only Sei could truly help me.

"I don't want your money or to be a burden. I just need to speak with Sei," I insisted. "I come from another world—I don't belong here. That's why I must talk to her!"

Before I could elaborate, Ataparag interjected. "Are you saying your only goal right now is to speak with our queen?" she asked, her tone searching.

"Of course I'm serious!" I replied, meeting her gaze.

She fell silent, her expression clouding as she weighed her next words. I sensed her good nature, but she wasn't the one to solve my problem. With a deep sigh, disappointment etched across her face, she spoke. "You can't just approach our queen ,the commander of eskapa, especially with such dubious claims about yourself," she explained.

I frowned, rubbing my temples in frustration. I'd known they wouldn't believe I wasn't from this world, and now they labeled me suspicious, worsening my plight. As Eskapa soldiers, they adhered to strict security protocols, and I doubted I could sway them.

This was spiraling out of control—if it continued, I might lose my chance with Sei entirely. "But wait!" I called, hoping to appeal further.

Before I could plead, Nyabu's furious shout cut me off. "Enough!" she roared. "You've got some nerve trying to deceive us and trick an Eskapa officer!"

Her rage was terrifying, her glare promising death if I spoke again. For the first time in my life, I felt a cold dread under her furious stare, forcing me into silence. She turned away, issuing a final warning. "I don't want to waste time on someone like you, but if you persist in approaching our commander, I'll make sure you die," she said, her voice icy and resolute.

Helpless, I let them walk away, fearing she might follow through with violence—or worse, kill me as a soldier. Their protectiveness over Sei was extreme, though understandable given her role. Still, it stung to be called a beggar.

"I may have no money, but I'm not a bad person!" I shouted after them.

They continued walking, and I didn't press further, knowing help was out of reach now that they distrusted me. My story was hard to believe, and convincing others seemed futile.

End of Nathaniel's Point of view.

As Nyabu and the others walked away, Ataparag couldn't shake a pang of guilt for not helping someone in need, bound as she was by Eskapa's rules. Curiosity gnawed at her about Nathaniel—his unusual demeanor and attire stood out. "Did you notice something odd about that man, Nyabu?" she mused. "His tone and clothes are different from the usual, though people like him are all the same—desperate to survive, spinning tales and nonsense."

Ataparag was familiar with the habits of street dwellers and city vagrants, but Nathaniel felt distinct to her. There was something special about him, setting him apart from others. Yet, with her duties as leader, she had no time to investigate further. Despite her concern for his well-being, she forced herself to dismiss him.

Meanwhile, as they departed, Nathaniel remained rooted in place, grappling with his next move. He knew Eskapa's aid would've eased his path, but he accepted that reaching Sei was now impossible. Even as the creator of this world, no one recognized him, and he lacked any special traits to change their view of him as an ordinary human.

"Sei is a key figure here, a Weapon of God with countless threats to her life, so her security is tight," he muttered to himself.

In that moment, uncertainty gripped him. With no help forthcoming and doubts about finding Koko today, he felt lost. Standing in the middle of the road, wallowing in despair, he didn't expect a woman to pass by—a figure with a pivotal role in his story, one he least anticipated seeing.

Her long red hair flowed like a river of fire, her red dress billowing as she walked barefoot. Coiled around her arm was the sleek, sinister form of a serpent, its green tail swaying behind her. Nathaniel froze, transfixed. Beyond Sei, another of his creations now stood before him.

"Wait… is this real?" he whispered, barely audible.

Zhui passed him without a glance or word, her focus elsewhere as she headed toward the town, oblivious to his presence. "The antagonist of my story," he murmured. "The Phantom Serpent, Khan Zhui."

Nathaniel knew Zhui's role was central, her ambitions and actions driving the narrative toward a tragedy that would devastate Endoryo. "If I think about it, stopping the Great War—which could kill over a hundred million Endorians—means I must stop Zhui," he realized.

His earlier anxieties faded, his mind now fixed on Zhui as she moved farther away. With renewed resolve, he hurried after her, determined not to lose sight of her. Koko's mission ignited a spark within him.

"I have no plan or idea what to do with this story's antagonist, but I feel I need to follow her," he whispered to himself, his steps quickening.