Author's Note:
Shorter chapter and the quality is kinda questionable at points. I'm just kinda busy. This chapter will definitely be edited in the near future. Regular chapters at a more consistent decent quality will come soon, hopefully.
"Haghh... Hhah... Hahh..."
My thundering breath resounded through my ears, I was desperate for air, grasping it as hard as I could. A metallic taste, air scrapping against my throat like glass shards, it felt like my heart could burst at any moment.
I was in an alleyway; it was wet, and dirt clung to my pants as I laid against the cold, stone wall.
'Where am I? Didn't I just die?'
A bright crimson red...
book?
'What is this doing here?'
It seemed to glow in an ominous red hue, yet it was captivating as if it was pulled you in by a rope ever so slightly.
The sound of pages turning and turning.
The book swung open, its pages illuminating as they flickered across my view until it landed on one specific page.
Welcome Author
To your novel.
'Huh?'
****
A golden blur dashed across the forest, red beads of light bobbing up and down as it moved.
A red man, his skin looked as if he was unhuman, his head was devoid of hair as he was bald. His eyes closed and a wide smile was plastered across his face.
Crimson robes flowed down his body, slightly igniting into flames, he stood there as the golden blur advanced.
A flicker of red,
Flame Magic, but...
blood shot out like a geyser raining on the nearby trees, the man was dead. He was simply too slow.
The blood slowly dripped off their branches as I looked toward the relatively weak monster I had just killed.
'There has to be a dungeon here somewhere here, right?'
I was in Jakov, the City of Wonder a place just between the city I lived in and Zhucheng, I wanted to stop here to check for the dungeon, but due to the train, I didn't.
'I've been wandering around for like hours. Where is it?'
In actuality it had been around 15 minutes, and I found the place in the next 5. I was just really impatient.
The Dungeon was a Flame Temple, meaning it was religious-themed and had the attribute of well fire.
'From the monk, I can only assume this is Buddhist. Also, from well the pagoda style gate.'
A roof like a swoosh, starting high, going low, and slightly advancing high. It was a red seemingly wooden gate with that exact style of roof.
Inside its pillars, a swirl of red, violent mana, crackling in tendrils of mana and swirling like a vortex of wind.
A violent, heavy storm of mana that warded off all the animals and even the trees leaned back in front of it.
'Huh?'
I looked at the red monk before me...
he was dead.
Clear struggle was shown here, chips and shallow cuts covered his deep crimson skin.
'Daggers? Who's here? Did someone find this dungeon? No, it can't be since I'm supposed to be the only one to find it, but without Plot Armor. It could also be... him.'
The author whom I wanted to avoid at all costs, I didn't know how he would act around me and well I just didn't want to see him.
I couldn't ignore the possibility as I began to walk ahead, my sword hung low, and I began looking around the dungeon.
I slain any monsters that wandered off, but a good portion of them had died to this mysterious dagger user.
Suddenly in my view there sat
a boy.
He seemed no older than me, he had deep raven-black hair. His green eyes looked tired; they narrowed ever so slightly while curling against a wall.
I hid behind the wall; it didn't look like he saw me.
After a while...
he went to bed.
'Is he sleeping? Should I kill him? No, no I don't know if he's any enemy or an ally.'
I sat beside him, laying my back against the hard wooden wall, and he didn't move, he didn't do anything.
He just simply sat and slept.
I killed a couple of flame monks that came our way, but that was about it.
'He seems weak. Why did he come into this dungeon? He looks to be around F-. Is he out because of fatigue?'
His breathing did seem unnaturally heavy while he slept.
'Is he the author?'
After a while, he just didn't wake up and I couldn't afford to wait around too long.
I went up ahead, my sword slashing across the necks of the monks as balls of fire launched at me in every direction.
I flickered and dashed across the wooden walls, jumping against them I cut through the monks that stood in my way.
'This dungeon shouldn't be too bad for me. These monsters are relatively weak around F rank, but the next ones are going to be F+, and the boss is E.'
My footsteps thudding against the wooden floor, my steps were heavy and yet quick as I bolted down the hallway.
Caw–
'A bird?'
The bird swung across the greenery, the room I found myself in was a room with grass that tendrilled up the walls.
A vibrant emerald of ferns and gentle calm blades of grass swishing lazily.
Unlike the earthly vibe of this place, the bird was made out of pure, devouring flames as it launched its crackling talons at me.
Tens of feathers that were like little flames shot at me like a rain of bullets, and I barely had enough time to dodge out of the way.
My golden hair shifting around as I moved, I looked up at the bird of flames looking deeply into its pure red eyes.
They flickered in an angry flame as if I had stolen its kin.
As if it had something to protect.
A vertex of furious fiery storm that twirled and twisted inside the bird's body.
Tendrils of crackling fire ignited off the bird's body, popping like a furious tempest the flames roared along with the bird.
A loud screech rang throughout the room, and the next thing I knew was that my sword had instinctively met the beak made out of twisting flames.
I gritted my teeth and tightened my grip, the thick leather slowly scrapping against my hands; it seemed stronger than when I had met its talons.
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Untouched pale, white hair that seemed like a blanket of snow wrapped in moonlight's embrace. His sky-blue eyes that drew crowds in a moment's notice, they seemed to shimmer and glisten like an ocean kissed by the sun's horizon.
He was beautiful...
He was me.
'Ren Ars Noxus, that's my name. Ugh, I can't believe it. What type of fantasy cliche is this when the author gets transported in their novel? I never even made a character like this, the Ars Noxus clan only has two main family descendants.'
The wind danced around me, fluttering and wrapping around me like a whisper, cool and gentle.
A tendril of white, that seemed sentient as it twirled around me like a beautiful dance, breezing against my skin ever so slightly.
[Blessing of Furthieron]
'At least I have this, now. When I head back to the estate, I should be able to get Arsaeon's blessing too.'
I kicked my feet against the tendrils of ecstatic wind that carried me through the air like a magic carpet, cradling me in it's cool embrace.
'Better get their fast.'