Alone in a dark room hidden under shades and the computer light illuminating what little it could of the room, Noah would once again close the tabs of his novel, only getting 60 chapters in before abandoning it.
"Alright, that's another one. I wonder what I should write next?"
Noah was an unfaithful author, having written about 20 novels now, all abandoned and inconsistent, the same trash you would find anywhere else on the most popular sites.
This was because he had never posted any of these novels, so he never followed the principles of being a writer. This had led to his computer disk being filled with all these novels he would never revisit ever again.
He knew that well, yet he kept doing it.
Noah was but a teenager living his life at the moment, a regular kid, nothing to really stand out, not even his own appearance, as such a thing was not possible for him at the moment.
The best he could do was read novels, write, and hope that one day, his looks could be better.
He had always been someone who read those novels about people getting sucked into games or novel worlds.
He found it dumb, but fascinating, something he wished happened to himself. He always wondered what it would be like if he ended up in one of his own novels.
It was something fun to think about, especially since all his web novels are pretty light-hearted, so it's not like he was going to end up being forced to survive some sort of overpowered monsters or requiring deep survival or anything like that.
Just the thought of that tugged at his lips, causing a smile to form on his face as he chuckled to himself, kicking his feet like a little girl before getting ready to write again.
Ding!
"Hmm?" Leaning forward, he looked at his computer to see an email from an unknown publishing company. "Rookie Feather? I've never heard that before."
Opening the email, he read its contents.
From what it said, this was a beginner program created for rookie authors. It helps people who wish not only to improve their writing but also to post their novels as well, earning 70% of the revenue generated from purchases made and keeping the rights to their own book.
It was such a good deal, one that seemed too good to pass up. He had always wanted to start making early money, especially in this economy, but the question was…why did they email him?
He scrolled through the email, realizing they were discussing a novel that he had actually posted about 20 chapters of.
A novel called 'To Take Over The World as an Extra', his own novel, he wrote about the protagonist being the 'side character', only having the power to learn fast and nothing else, but that was all he could remember off the top of his head.
"I see, I forgot I posted that. Well, they said they'll improve my writing. No reason to pass up on this opportunity. Alright, I'll try and contact them."
Strolling the mouse over to the contact button, the moment he pressed….nothing happened.
'...weird. Is it not working?' He would click over and over, expecting something to happen, yet nothing happened. '...whatever. There's still their phone nu—'
At his moment of vulnerability, suddenly, a loud, deafening sound screeched from his screen.
"Ow! What the hell is that!?" He shouted, dragging himself away from the bright screen. It was like the high-pitched sound had been coming from the screen itself and not the speakers.
Noah ran for the door, trying to pull it open, but his attempts were futile as he tried to escape; suddenly, feeling himself being pulled.
"H-Huh? What is this!?" He cried, feeling himself being sucked into the white by an invisible force like a black hole.
Noah tried everything to stop himself, his heart pounding like a bullet train, but no matter what he did or grabbed onto in his messy room, it remained futile in the end, as he lost his footing, slipping, his feet getting sucked in, stretched beyond what a human should be capable of until he was but a messy line, leaving everything in his room empty.
It was then that his mother walked in, carrying a trash bag.
"Noah…? Noah? No—" In her moment of confusion, something changed within her mind. "...did I have someone over? Why is this room so dirty?"
…
A groan left the young boy's mouth, opening in his eyes to a room he did not find familiar. A small clean room with a bed, a window in front of him, as well as a laptop, a large closet, and a desk.
Touching his face, he felt softness he never possessed, wore clothes he did not own, and gazed at hands that were younger and paler.
"....I was…sucked into my screen." He immediately realized even his voice was different, a bit less deep than his own. "M-My voice. Don't tell me…"
He sprang out of his chair, running over to the closet mirror, realizing who he was looking at.
What he saw was a weak, short, and lanky teen, short black hair and eyes, with one large streak of white hair that stood out from the rest, practically glowing, sticking out from his head.
"This is…my younger self. This is when I was 16, but I never had this…thing." Pulling his funny hair as he said this. He looked around the room, seeing a very familiar poster, one that he mentioned in a novel.
The poster was for a sword master, holding the sword in a way he described. 'As if he were trying to jerk off', whatever that meant.
"There's no way… I'm in the novel 'To Take Over The World as an Extra' and this body, it's my younger self, but this place…it's the protagonist's room. I was somehow transmigrated into the body of my protagonist."
His mind was going through so much in such a short amount of time, but one emotion did flare… excitement.
"Hehe, hahahaha! No way, I was actually transmigrated in my novel! This is awesome! That must mean there's magic and stuff like that, but…Wait, I never finished this novel either, and I don't even remember the plot. Damn it, what happened in the novel? Who are the characters again?"
He scratched his head, trying to remember the plot of this novel, but then he remembered he never had a plot.
It was just a bunch of random things happening, but what truly killed him was the point at which he stopped.
"Wait, the plot! Oh crap, I stopped just before the apocalypse, right? It was like a war. The end of humanity, right? Ugh, I thought I could live a nice life here, but with that stupid plot point, that means I need to be strong. But I never built up to that, I just made that stuff up."
Rolling around in his bed, he struggled with the fact that he would have to be strong if he wished to stop the apocalypse, but there were a lot of things he needed to worry about.
He had to figure out if the plot points he left would be filled in, since this was a world of actual living people and history now.
He mentioned things, but never did anything further.
He also had to figure out how magic worked in this world, if he could even get stronger.
'Here I thought I would finally be able to relax, only to realize I have to get strong if I want to stop the apocalypse. I'm sure this world fills in the plot holes. I just need to find them and stop the apocalypse before it happens.'
Coming to terms with his new body and life rather quickly, still a bit excited that he was in a new world, without even any desire to go back, he suddenly heard a shout from the living room.
"Akuryu! Come here!"
The sound of his mother calling him from behind his door.
"...Akuryu? Right, that's my name now… Kenma Akuryū… Why did I give him that name? I'm so cringey!"
Drowning in his cringy nature from back then, he took a deep breath, standing up and loosening those muscles, stretching like never before, and stepping out of his room to see both his mother and father sitting at the living room table.
'So, these are my parents. Why do they seem so familiar to me? Probably because I made them, I think…unless this is a plot point filled.'
His mother was a beautiful, mature woman with a mature body, dressed in a black turtleneck and tight blue jeans, her hair black and short, with his father having white hair, dressed in a suit.
"Come here, come here! You have a letter from Cullosis Academy!" His mother squealed, jumping in her seat, clapping her hands.
Walking over to her, Kenma took a seat next to her, seeing the envelope in her hand.
'If I'm remembering correctly, this world had three academies, and this was a fairly slightly advanced modern world, just with magic too.'
"You were accepted into the academy after they assessed your new blessing! It must have been because you were constantly studying that the architect blessed you! Open it!" She cheered, passing the letter over to Kenma, who took it from her, opened the letter, and read its contents.
It wrote about how he was accepted into the exam after they assessed his blessing, determining he was allowed to reach the next stage of the exam, which was a combat contest, and that he would have to bring a weapon himself. He would have to fight other people, and to truly be accepted, he needed to impress the teachers, who would recommend him to their class if they found interest. If none find interest, it means he fails.
"...wow. I…actually did get in."
'.....hold on, why did I say that as if I did anything? Is my personality being changed by being in this body? If I'm right, I made the main character analytical and brutally honest.'
"So, do I have a weapon?" Kenma asked, looking at both his parents while smiling.
"Yes, I did. I got you a sword. It's nothing special, but it should help, after all, you've been taking swordsmanship classes." His father replied, taking the sword from the ground and sliding it across the table towards Kenma.
Taking it, he looked it over, seeing just how nice it actually looked. It was a clean sword with a long blade and a black handle, as basic as it could be.
'So this is a sword. I've never held a sword before. Hopefully, this body's experience will help me like many other novels.'
Taking the blade into his hands, he felt a great surge of energy throughout, pulling his hand away before it could escalate.
"Kenma? Are you okay?" His mother walked over to him, seeing him sweat.
"S-Sorry, I just felt something. I'm okay."
As he stared down at the sword, he looked at his palms, having heard a voice in his head the moment he touched the sword, recalling another character he made.
'Blessing of the Sword God obtained? But…that's not supposed to be my blessing. It's supposed to be the other character's blessing. What the hell is going on?'