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Article 1:
"Who is the famous author KimNery?"
KimNery, the author of the light novel The Seventh Oath, was like any other young author who dreams of having their books published and becoming a well-known novel loved by the masses. This dream actually came true, but not when he was still alive…
Article 2:
KimNery died at the young age of seventeen. He was a hard-working student and an author, full of passion. Before he died, he posted a five hundred and ninety-nine-chapter long novel online, and it became famous overnight. However, KimNery never sees his success as he never wakes up from exhaustion and dehydration…
Article 3:
KimNery's royalties brought millions of dollars to his parents' account! It is the gift of the son who left earlier than his loving parents...
Article 4:
The Seventh Oath by KimNery is a story that tells the adventure of a teenage boy from low status who paved his own path to becoming a knight commander. He persisted in the extremely bleak and dreary place without any backing…
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Gaige was in disbelief as he read the articles about KimNery. Not only had he become the author, but he had also taken over the role of the main character from the original protagonists!
But what had become of that world? What happened to the people after the novel's conclusion? With these questions in mind, Gaige sought out the novel online and began reading the free chapters. As he delved deeper, he realized that the story had transformed into his own journey to becoming a commander knight, with the royalties serving as a mere bonus. The narrative detailed his struggles to grow stronger and build connections with new allies. He couldn't help but cringe at the overly embellished descriptions of his adventures, even during the bloodiest battles.
But that wasn't the end of his frustration. Gaige couldn't access the remaining chapters of the novel without paying, and he had neither a phone to d******d the app nor the money for premium chapters.
"This is infuriating! How can I find out how it ends? Are there any unofficial sites?" he muttered, growing increasingly exasperated as he failed to find an alternative source for the novel.
"Why does this novel, of all things, have the most secure publishing app in this world?" Gaige exclaimed in frustration, slamming his hands onto the computer table. Unbeknownst to him, the librarian had approached and was now glaring at him disapprovingly.
"I just want to know the ending! How can I find out—" Gaige cut himself off, suddenly realizing the librarian's presence. "Hello?" he stammered, transitioning from the novel world's language to Earth's language, which he wasn't yet comfortable using. "How can I help you?"
"Sir, please leave. You're being too noisy," the librarian sternly instructed.
"Ah, y-yes, thank you," Gaige replied meekly, realizing how loud he had been. He left the library without further complaints, relieved that he had been allowed in despite lacking an identification card. His research had been completed, and he had learned that returning as KimNery was not an option since he was officially deceased. Moreover, he had acquired valuable information about the novel's world.
"What should I do first?" Gaige wondered aloud, sighing as he stood outside the library. He gazed at the street ahead of him, clutching the bag of pilfered food. His thoughts drifted to Anniston, his partner in the novel world, and he couldn't help but snort at the thought of her laughter.
In his previous life, Gaige had been a feared commander, strong and powerful. Who would have imagined that he would feel so helpless upon returning to his own world?
"Ha! Gaige, snap out of it! You can figure this out!" he admonished himself, taking a deep breath to regain his focus.
"This place is better and safer than the novel world! It's better to peacefully enjoy my retirement here!" Gaige contemplated starting anew. Kim Nery's previous life hadn't been particularly remarkable; his parents didn't care about him, and he had few friends. He wasn't even saddened by these facts. What both Kim Nery and Gaige Geryuson truly desired was a quiet, solitary life. Like an old man on a pension, sitting in a rocking chair, free of responsibilities and worldly cares.
"That's the life," Gaige thought. "I just want to be lazy and do nothing in a peaceful environment—a luxury not possible in another world. Earth is my goal because it's the most peaceful world in the universe."
"This time, I need to plan everything thoroughly!" Gaige decided. He had been shortsighted before, focusing solely on returning home. Now that he was back, he wanted to meticulously plan each step, ensuring he wouldn't miss anything he might later regret.
"But first, I need a place for myself," Gaige acknowledged. Although he wasn't sure how long he had been inside the library, the bright moon had risen, casting its glow over the streets now bustling with people during the evening rush hour.
One thing that reminded Gaige he was truly in the modern world was the brilliantly lit streets and towering buildings that illuminated the starless night. In the kingdom of Soleil, where he had served, only the privileged could afford magical scrolls or the services of mages to light up the streets. The kingdom prioritized magic over electricity, a choice Gaige found impractical and foolish.
"Why am I even thinking about Soleil right now?" he muttered, shaking his head. With a sigh, he began walking down a direction he didn't recognize, figuring it was better to keep moving forward than to remain idle.
After an hour of walking, he arrived at an abandoned building that seemed like a suitable place to camp for the night. However, his hopes were dashed when he realized that the rooftop was already occupied by several individuals.
"Bad luck. Someone's already here," Gaige lamented, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He closed his eyes and activated one of his abilities, the power to sense living creatures in his vicinity. He detected multiple people on the rooftop.
"Hey, mister," a voice called out, causing Gaige to reflexively jump away from the person who had tapped his back. He scrutinized the stranger from head to toe, baffled by his inability to detect their presence.
"Do ninjas exist here?" Gaige asked in a bewildered tone.
Gaige pondered a perplexing question as he stood in this unfamiliar world: Where had Earth's magic gone? While many believed magic was confined to fiction, it had always existed on Earth, lurking in the shadows, unseen and unexplored. Although humans had established their dominance on this planet due to their intelligence, adaptability, and resourcefulness, they lacked extraordinary powers or supernatural abilities. Magic remained an untapped resource for most people, as their technological advancements rendered it unnecessary. Furthermore, their understanding of life and death as single-life beings with finite souls discouraged them from engaging in perilous activities. Despite their ignorance about what lay beyond death, only a few were risk-takers. Most humans embraced peaceful, uneventful lives. Gaige felt relatively safe, believing no one in this world could match his strength. However, his sense of security crumbled when a potential adversary approached. He mumbled, "Do Ninjas
In a world where each individual had only a single life, destiny and fate rested solely in their own hands. They possessed complete control over how they chose to spend the precious, singular existence granted to them. Even gods and higher beings could not dictate the course of their lives. Earth had been meticulously crafted by divine design, rendering it the ultimate habitat, safe from peril and danger. If individuals waged war and perished, it was their own doing. If they marred Earth's pristine environment and met their end in natural calamities, it was their own doing.If they embraced hate instead of love, if they failed to lead fulfilling lives, if they left behind a trail of regrets, or if they succumbed to evil and twisted paths that prematurely ended their single-life span—it was all their own doing. Yet, despite this inherent responsibility, many remained oblivious to these principles, some driven by sheer stupidity. Gaige observed the weak gang members before him, brandi
Gaige sat back, massaging his temples, as he observed his newfound underlings diligently arranging his makeshift bedding. The crimson fur coat still clung to his shoulders, courtesy of their insistence. It was bizarre, but he had no inclination to shoo them away; the less he spoke, the better. He had no desire to endure the embarrassment of his peculiar speech patterns. "Andy," Gaige called, addressing the massive figure who had momentarily abandoned the couch he was attempting to assemble. Andy scurried over in response. "Who's the real boss here?" "Y-you?" Gaige shot Andy an annoyed glare for not grasping his few words right away. Discontent was etched across his face, fueled by his aversion to seeing such a colossal man cower, and his growing frustration with Andy for not standing up for himself and utilizing his strength. "What a waste of strength and physique," Gaige thought, shaking his head. He continued to lock eyes with Andy, who fiddled nervously with his shirt. "Did y
Gaige Ferguson, a knight commander, possessed the rare ability to harness both auras and divinity. He was renowned for his aura manipulation skills, yet he kept his divine powers a well-guarded secret. He had no desire to attract the church's unwelcome attention, firmly believing that a knight's strength surpassed that of a priest. The allure of aura lay in its inherent coolness, a power that Gaige could proudly display on the battlefield. It enveloped him in a protective aura or infused his weapons with formidable might, rendering him nearly invincible. Aura granted him enhanced physical prowess: speed, strength, and durability—a trifecta that divinity could also provide. However, he harbored an aversion to the latter due to the tedious prayer rituals required to invoke its spells. Aura was, in his view, the superior choice, both taunting and undeniably cooler in combat and beyond. "What power do you have, sir?" Andy's earnest question unsettled Gaige. The answer was obvious, but he
Angels, ethereal beings present in all worlds, held the role of overseers created by the gods to watch over their creations. While they observed, angels seldom interfered, making them the least sought-after spirits for those who wielded divinity. This reluctance stemmed from the angels' peculiar personalities. Although angels possessed the capacity to experience emotions, they preferred to remain emotionless, eschewing feelings altogether. They lacked free will, perpetually following the directives of their superiors. Among angels, emotions were seen as a weakness. Gaige couldn't help but be wary of the potential differences between the angels in his world and those on Earth. He pondered if the resemblance between their outward appearances masked fundamental disparities in their principles. With his hands clasped in prayer, Gaige gazed up at the angel, glowing brilliantly against the night sky. Earthly depictions of angels often depicted them as fair-skinned beings perched on clouds
Gaige, unfamiliar with the identities of the transmigrators, decided to entrust the lady in the best physical condition with control of his protective shield. With divine energy gathered in his mouth, Gaige directed her not to speak to prevent spilling the energy, then rushed towards the unknown robed man carrying a Gatling gun. The sudden deep kiss not only shocked the lady but also bewildered the other three transmigrators. None could voice their objections, realizing that Gaige's strange action was linked to the protective shield enveloping them. Without a glance backward at the four, Gaige sprinted toward the mysterious assailant. He deftly cut two corn stalks, converting them into makeshift weapons infused with aura. While the stalks appeared normal, they possessed a sharp and robust edge, capable of dismembering a human. "Shit!" Gaige spun the stalks to shield himself from another volley of bullets. This time, the bullets proved more formidable than before. He kicked off the
Rowan, with his short, straight black hair styled in an undercut and intimidating gray eyes, appeared far from intimidating to Gaige. However, to his group, he radiated a dominant aura, evident in his leadership. But Gaige was disappointed. None of the leaders he had hoped to follow for protection and guidance in adapting to Earth met his expectations. He speculated that these individuals had lost their otherworldly strength due to an extended stay on Earth. Gaige couldn't reconcile the image of these formerly powerful beings with their current vulnerability. "There's no way they escaped from the other world with this level of strength. I'm sure these people were once formidable before coming here." "What are you casting?" Rowan demanded, jabbing Gaige's neck, drawing blood that trickled onto the longsword's blade. Misunderstanding Gaige's muttered incantation in Soleil's language as a spell, Rowan reacted in defense. "Y-you!" Gaige abruptly stood, accidentally causing Rowan to sc
Upon their return, Andy greeted them with a worried expression and a barrage of questions. Gaige allowed the group to have their reunion while he headed straight for the room where he had ordered his subordinates to prepare bedding. However, he found them shamelessly sprawled across his makeshift bed, fast asleep. Gaige was utterly drained. He hadn't had a chance to rest since his intense battles in the novel world, and even after returning to his original world, he had been on the move gathering information. What depleted him the most was expending his powers to assist this group of returnees. Too exhausted to kick his underlings out of bed, Gaige settled for pulling on his red fur coat and lying down on the floor. As the five returnees chatted among themselves, their voices gradually became distant murmurs as his eyelids grew heavier. The following morning, Gaige expected to wake up on the floor. To his surprise, he found himself next to a strikingly beautiful woman, his head nest