The Author's POV

Staring at Donna's departing figure, I bitterly smiled.

"I probably got blacklisted"

As the author of the novel, I knew Donna's personality the best. Her likes and dislikes, I knew them all.

For example, although she tries to hide it, she loves sweets. Especially ice cream, with hazelnut being her favorite flavor.

She also hates a lot of things, such as annoying men, typically the ones that look at her with lustful eyes, and lazy or stubborn people.

I had already noticed Donna by the time she was talking to Kevin, but in order not to gather any attention on myself, I feigned ignorance and pretended to be surprised by her sudden appearance.

"She probably thinks I'm a stubborn student who doesn't listen to advice"

I pretended to be flustered and made her impression of me as low as possible. The excuse I used about my sword being stuck in the scabbard was a lie, but it was the best way to make her think I was incompetent.

Although she's not the type of person that would snitch, if someone were to find out that I was practicing the 5-star module [Keiki style], I would definitely attract a lot of unnecessary attention.

Simply put, I don't want that.

The more attention I get, the more the likelihood of me and the main characters interacting.

Moreover, if people were to find out I was practicing a 5-star module my safety would be in jeopardy as a 5-star module was something that was highly coveted.

Thinking thus far I decided that since I was reborn as a mob I may as well use the only privilege given to a mob and live a nice and peaceful life. I'll become strong enough to defend my family from the third cataclysm, and patiently wait for the protagonist to solve everything. Then I will find myself a stable job and get myself a wife.

Such was my plan.

Don't get me wrong, I also thought about using my advantage as an author to help myself reach the peak.

But I can't afford to do that. If I were to somehow or accidentally change the course of the story, then the ending of the story might change too.

Wait...

Hold on.

It seemed like I forgot something extremely crucial

I just remembered...I didn't write an ending to the story

I died before I could even finish the novel

"Oh no no no..."

Pacing around the training ground, I frantically started thinking of solutions.

This is a big problem.

I stopped writing right before the MC would clash against the Demon king. The plan was, MC fights boss, MC wins by hair breath, MC becomes a hero.

Simple right?

Well, now we have a problem and a huge one at that. Because I was too caught up with the [Seed of limit] and the [Keiki style] I completely forgot about the inconclusive ending!

Glancing at Kevin who was now training in the gravity room, I let out a long sigh.

"I guess I have no choice then"

It seems that I will have to discard my previous plan.

It seems that I will have to become as strong as the MC, or at least close to his level. Of course if possible I will try not to interact with him and the main characters, at least not until the story is near the end. But if in case the MC does not defeat the last boss, only then will I step in and help him.

'This is really troublesome.'

Thinking thus far, using a towel I wiped the sweat accumulated on my forehead.

Thinking about all of this has made me lose my motivation to train.

take a shower and go think

This was truly annoying.

I quickly hopped on

so after I finished washing I hopped on the bed and started thinking about my

I obviously needed to

I supposed to

as that would directly change the flow of the story. Moreover, I already

items,

would

ideas came into my

go hunting for beasts in the outskirts

quickly discard the thought. It was simply too dangerous as I have never battled before, it would be a suicidal idea to go fight

training speed without exposing myself to dangerous

"Ah!"

I didn't think

was so engrossed in acquiring cheat items that I completely forgot the fact that there was

Stocks.

future events that would take place in the

could quickly rack in some cash, which would help supplement my

market. If I managed to earn enough money for myself through stocks, I could supplement my training by consuming those potions. For example, if I were to consume a [Stamina recovery potion] coupled with a [Muscle recovery potion] I could

[Mana enhancement potion], [Agility enhancement potion], [Stamina recovery potion], [Muscle recovery potion] all sorts of incredible potions were available in the

not thought

could afford to do this kind of training, as the price of each potion was simply too expensive. A low-quality [Strength enhancement potion] went for 20,000U on the market which goes to show how expensive this type

the market value. Moreover, the source was quite close too. If not for the fact that

so

since I know what to do, I quickly went

write down all the events that will happen in the future before I

did I

looked around the room for the diary that my

in the useless

big pile of items in the corner of the room, I quickly found the red book and picked it

"!"

-Thud

as the book slipped

book and looked at the cover where three words were deeply engraved

'The luminescent swordman'

I slowly opened

of the book, I look through the contents of the book in a state of

"H-how is this p-possible..."

10 pages were filled while the subsequent pages were

But...

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"Huuu...That was tough"

exhausted as he had just used the gravity room at 2g of gravity. Because

he had gotten from Donna today, it felt as if a new road had opened up to

first time training in the gravity room, he already felt some results. When swinging the sword he could feel his swings becoming faster and

"Good"

about 9:00 pm, which meant that the canteen would close soon. Thus he

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page onwards words started appearing inside of the book filling the remaining pages. What's even weirder was the fact that the words inside of the book looked handwritten, as they had

not how words were magically appearing inside of the book but the title of the

'The luminescent swordman'

novel that I

I held the diary in my hands, I couldn't help but shiver. From pages, one to ten everything was exactly as I had written in the novel. It starts with Kevin taking the entrance exams and shocking everyone with his talent to where he is now training

at the diary in my

"Can I change it?"

tried erasing the last few

"!"

It worked!

erase the contents of the

"Huh?"

the words, the words which I

reappearing in front of me,