–Status–
Name: Lumen Kalov
Rank: F
Strength: F+ (E-)
Agility: F (F+)
Endurance: F+ (E-)
Stamina: F (F+)
Mana: F (F+)
Gifts:
[Keeper of The Forbidden Knowledge]
[Contractor of Mershex] - All stats are boosted, and growth is accelerated - User is unable to use Magic - Skill: Absolute Sword Dominion (Changed those into one skill)
Skills:
[True Knowledge]
[Plot Armor] - Heavily Weakened
[Absolute Sword Dominion] - You have complete and utter control of the sword and your body that wields it. In terms of the blade, your eyes will see it all.
Abilities:
[Swordsmanship - Apprentice I]
[Mastery Over Body - X]
'Damn, I really am a main character. Look at this growth, I'm practically on the same level as the main cast and in only 2 weeks. The original me took 3 months.'
I was astounded at my crazy growth as I was in the same forest where I had found the Fruit of Purity, I had been training for around 10 days straight.
'Being a contractor is completely busted, especially in the earlier ranks. But as I would go on into the ranks my growth would slow down tremendously.'
The cheap, steel sword that I offered well was completely broken. It couldn't handle Mershex's divine power, and it broke in half.
So–
around 2/3 of my money is completely gone.
Most of it went into buying a new sword, but it was worth it, I think. The sword in question was just slightly hovering around my frame as I walked.
An application of my skill [Absolute Sword Dominion].
After ten days, I was absolutely starving. Just because Awakeners survive longer without food doesn't mean they don't get hungry.
I headed back to my apartment, surely after that long they would have gone home, right?
Yeah... no.
'Damn you Plot Armor.'
I thought as my body twisted and turned around the bullets with relative ease, I blurred across slicing an enemy's head whilst kicking off the cabinet I cut the bullets before me to kill the one that was in my living room area.
Blood soaked against my couch, staining it in a deep red color, whilst my kitchen tops had a head rolling off it and blood dripping down the sides.
'Ugh... and there's no food?'
I looked through the cabinets of my house, these bastards had eaten everything I had, and worst of all when I ransacked through their pockets.
They were dirt poor. Just a couple of dollars and pocket change, not even a credit card.
Bang–
"Ack! Damn it!"
Coming from out of the bathroom there stood another grunt with a gun, whom I barely dodged in time to avoid losing any vital organs,
but even worse it shot through my right shoulder, which meant I wouldn't nearly be as good with a sword.
I ducked for cover and my sword darted across the floor slicing through his ankles, as it hit the back of the bathroom wall the back fell to the floor.
I pulled my sword back like a boomerang and it tore through the man's back splattering blood and flesh all around the hallway.
My apartment now was just a rotting, putrid place full of corpses, blood, and well meat.
'That smell is actually rancid. Yeah... I'm definitely not staying here any longer.'
And of course, to top it all off...
the sound of flesh thudding against the floor.
My landlord.
He was unconscious probably from shock right in my doorway and my neighbors hearing all this ruckus had bursts out of their apartment rooms.
'God fucking damn it.'
I dashed across all the people, a streak of gold and red as blood dripped out from my right shoulder.
I held the shoulder tightly and bolted off the railing, I was on the fourth floor of the apartment.
I rolled against my other shoulder putting the pain onto it instead of my legs as I collided with the floor.
I ran into a nearby alleyway for shelter, there were practically no hospitals around this area. Nobody wanted to deal with the issues in the slums.
'Is my lucky really this bad? Is it a side effect of my weakened plot armor? Ugh... guess I'll just have to get used to it.'
I took off my shirt immediately and tightly wrapped it around the wound to try and stop the bleeding.
My luck continued to be this horrible for around a week before finally, something changed.
My luck didn't get better no–well it did.
Basically, the thing bringing down my luck had finally broken...
But it seemed to only cause more issues for me.
[Skill: Plot Armor has broken - The Author has arrived]
'The what!?'
My eyes immediately widened in shock, the author?
The bastard who killed my friends?
My family?
The man who'd put me through torture time and time again?
'I need to kill him. He needs to die. A bastard like him doesn't deserve to live.'
That was my first thought, yeah, but well after a while.
I came to a realization–he didn't know.
'He's just as confused as me. He didn't know we were real. He didn't know what he wrote would become someone's reality. Can I really blame him? Can I really blame him for killing them? I can't, I just can't.'
I said that, but did I mean it?
I thought I did.
Though, at the same time I didn't.
**** (POV change)
"My name is Ren Levensky, I am an author."
When meeting someone new, that's how I always introduced myself.
Even before Lifeless Hero took off that's what I called myself, because writing,
creating a story, lives with intricate and beautiful detail.
It mesmerized me, even as a kid.
How someone made by someone else can be so impossibly complex.
Lumen Kalov, a man who no matter how many struggles he went through always found his path.
'I wish I was him. I wish that when troubles came my way, I could just slash it down with a flick of my sword.'
The dazzling Hero who never faltered.
He was me.
The me if I kept trying,
The me if I lived through the pain till the very end.
The me who had reached the happy ending even after all the hardships.
The me–
who was standing right in front of me.
He was tall, an imitating figure, he looked nothing like the Lumen I had written about in the novel.
The skin that was supposed to be unmarred and unscathed no matter what had scars running all across it.
The face that was supposed to be adorned by the gods, a heavenly beauty with the best features of a man.
A man who was built out pf the dreams and fantasies of every woman.
A scarred face, a large burn mark that ran down from his eye to the side of his neck, his hair had completely gone white instead of the beautiful, golden blonde he was supposed to have,
The only remnant was his piercing, lifeless red eyes that seemed to carry the weight of the world as he looked at me with utter contempt.
A sword hung low, it wasn't the holy sword he wielded in the novel, it was the Sword of Frozen Dreams.
A sleek silver longsword that had veins of ice running across its hilt, it gleamed in the moonlight as he stood before me.
The wind howled behind him as the window to my balcony was wide open. The moon, the lone witness to the murder he was about to commit.
I screamed and kicked my feet against the floor, but he only approached closer.
"HELP! ANYBODY!"
'What does he want? Why is he here? How!? How is he here!?'
He stood there as if he didn't hear me and with a flick of his wrist, my computer was slashed apart like butter.
The moment he touched my computer screen the entire left wall had a massive patch of ice as it spread like glacial vines along them.
"Damn Bastard..."
Those were the last words I heard, before a cold breeze encapsulated the air around me, as the air became heavy, he swung his sword.
I was dead–a fictional character had killed me.