Dimension Walker: The Veiled Paragon
[Disclaimer:Everything, from synopsis to the novel it self is straight out of author's imagination.It is for fun and enjoyment, not offending anyone.If something offends you, I'm sorry.]
This is a story of a boy. Climbing from nothing to the throne of absolute supremacy. It’s a tale some might call clichéd, sure. Just read the first chapter and decide whether to continue or drop it. And that’s it.
Or so the author declared, arrogance dripping from his voice, as he clutched his book and strode out of the Webnovel Hall.
His steps oozed confidence, but the readers, mostly silent, weren’t impressed. They’d seen his type before. One reader leaned toward another.
“Hey, wanna bet how long this guy lasts before he’s begging us to read it?”
“A month,”
The second reader said.
“A month? Too long. I bet five days,”
The first shot back.
“No way, that’s a stretch, bro,”
The second scoffed.
“You’ll see.”
“What are you nincompoops doing?”
A third reader interrupted.
“Let’s find a book worth reading, with a decent author. Hmph. He’ll come crawling back soon enough.”
The two readers stood, joining the third.
“We were just betting on that,”
They said.
“Wanna join? We’re guessing how long he holds out.”
The third grinned, intrigued.
“I bet by tonight he’s secretly shilling his book every way he can.”
They agreed: winner pays for the next book.
***
That night, under a star-filled sky, on a street neither quiet nor crowded, two men stood talking. One was the arrogant Author, now clutching Dimension Walker, his book. The other, a burly, towering man, eyed him skeptically.
“Please, just read it,”
The author pleaded, his bravado gone.
“It’s good, I swear. It’s got great ratings in the Webnovel Hall. Readers love it.”
The burly man crossed his arms.
“I can clearly see this book doesn’t even have a cover page, and you expect me to believe it’s popular? You think I’m an idiot? If it was that good, the Hall would advertise it themselves. You wouldn’t be out here begging.”
The Author bit his lip, realizing his pitch was crumbling.
“Find someone else to fool,”
The burly man said, turning to leave.Desperate, the Author dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face, clutching the man’s pants.
“Please, just one chapter. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?”
The burly man’s tone shifted, a sly grin spreading as he reached for his zipper.
“Maybe if you please me with that mouth of yours for real, I’ll consider it.”
It was at this moment that he knew. He fucked up. A chill ran down the author’s spine.
“Forget I said anything!”
He stammered, scrambling up with a nervous smile.
“Sorry to waste your time!”
He bolted, not noticing Dimension Walker slip from his hands.The burly man called after him, smirking. He’d taken a liking to the Author’s desperation—and was his type.
Stepping forward, he spotted the fallen book and, curious, flipped it open. Seconds later, he was devouring pages, breath quickening. When he finished, he muttered,
“I need more.”
***
The Author ran for his life, heart pounding. If he didn’t escape, he’d lose more than his pride. But heavy footsteps closed in. The burly man, book in hand, shouted,
“Stoooop!”
“AAHHH! Why are you chasing me?!”
The author screamed.
“Give me more chapters, Authooor!”
The man bellowed.
“I don’t have any more!”
The author wailed, legs burning.The burly man caught up, grabbing his shoulder.
“Let’s talk in that alley. You’ll give me more chapters, right?”
The Author thrashed, but the man seized his leg, dragging him toward the dark alley.
“Help! HELP!”
He screamed, clawing at the ground.
AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH
With a blood-curdling shriek, he vanished into the shadows, a dull thump echoing as if the darkness had swallowed him whole.Silence followed. As if nothing had happened.
Want to know what became of the poor author?You will have to wait. But if you, like the burly man, crave more chapters, drop some power stones.
