Roger woke up, as always, with a smile. Stretching his limbs and letting out a rejuvenating yawn, he felt invigorated. He rose, pulled back the curtains, and beheld the vast expanse of green that always swelled his heart with joy.
Life here was an epitome of serenity. No worries existed, just an ever-present aura of peace and benevolence. Everyone interacted with genuine kindness and goodwill.
Emerging from his room, Roger's warm greetings met every passerby. But mid-smile, he halted, gripped by an alien sense of fear. It was as if a current jolted him, awakening a dormant unrest within. These thoughts and emotions engulfed him momentarily. On the outside, he remained placid, choosing not to display his sudden unease. It wasn't mistrust—trust was the very fabric of this realm. Rather, for the first time, perhaps in this world's entire history, Roger grappled with foreboding. He feared the ripple effects if anyone sensed the storm raging within him.
Why does enduring peace remain an enigma among individuals and nations alike? Could it be because everyone operates with veiled intentions? Quick to judge, slow to trust. When approached with suspicion, people often mirror that sentiment.
Since emerging from what felt like a long slumber, I've been free from the shackles of negativity. No longer do anger, distrust, or caution taint my interactions, even with the most questionable of characters. It's as if I've been unburdened from a past riddled with treachery, anxiety, and deceit. However, a nagging feeling persists, hinting at something amiss. My continuous joy, though overwhelming, feels foreign. A month has elapsed since that pivotal day, and an unsettling feeling of incongruity haunts me.
Taking a leaf out of the "Merc with a Mouth" (Deadpool), I wanted to employ an unconventional narrative approach for the web novel realm. Breaking the fourth wall, having the protagonist or writer converse directly with readers, is a familiar trope in dramas and films. Yet, in this space, themes often circle reincarnation, transmigration, or otherworldly adventures. Though some narratives, like MVS in the system genre, rise above, others risk being indistinct or formulaic. This isn't a critique of authors, but an urge to rethink familiar themes, providing readers with unexpected twists to pique their interest.
I might be a novice, embarking on my literary journey, but I'm committed to offering a fresh narrative experience. I genuinely hope for your continued support as I navigate this novel-writing venture. Blessings to all.
Phew, a moment of respite! I, the protagonist, was on the brink of a catastrophic headache. Honestly, our writer is relentless—constant chatter! I'll seize this breather and steel myself for whatever this budding author concocts next.
Until the next chapter, farewell, friends! Adiós!