A boy with bright-blonde hair, and black eyes, adorning a high-school male uniform, was walking on the way home from school
Since his home was way out in the rural area of town, the trip would last for a long while.
Having nothing to do, he retrieved his phone from his pocket, and decided to do the thing he loved the most.
Reading.
A web novel platform filled the screen of his phone.As he checked his library, he noticed that the novel he'd put on hold had just been updated once again.
[Path To havoc]
[Author: andrew tate]
[CHAPTERS: 6,969]
[STATUS: COMPLETED]
'Ah, so it's finally completed
Path to havoc, a novel he'd been following since the start of his high-school days.He had caught up to it a few months ago, and decided to stockpile at least 600 chapters.'Wait, what happened in the last chapter again?'Due to stockpiling, he'd forgotten the details of the last chapter.
No, it wasn't just the last chapter.
Since the novel had been running for a long time, he could only vividly remember the plotline of the earlier chapters.
'Should I just reread it again? I have nothing better to do anyway.I guess I just have to continue from where I left off.'
then, while crossing the road, while attentively reading the novel. he saw a truck coming at him , signaling him to stop but the driver did nt respond
"What is the driver doing? The driver has fallen asleep.shit
Ahh! am i going to die?!"
on the brink of his life But just when he thought life couldn't be crueler… Truck-kun struck
"I guess this is it, how unlucky."He truly was unlucky.
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'Huh? How am I still alive?'The boy opened his eyes, only to find himself laying on the bed.
'Where am I?'
He was in a bedroom that he was unfamiliar with.
'What is this?'
There were a lot of questions that welled up within him, but what caught his attention the most was his memories of the person he took over
after a pause "Seriously," I muttered, dragging my hand down my face. "Of all the characters in this novel..."
I leaned back against the stable wall, staring at the faint cracks in the wood.
The horses shifted restlessly nearby, the sound of hooves thudding softly against the ground.
I was inside a world I already knew by heart—
but this time, I wasn't holding the mouse
I was inside the tragedy.