Since I was little, I loved to read all kinds of stories.
I began reading books when I turned nine and fell in love with it.
After I finished my first book, I began to read more and more, never ending the cycle. I got addicted to it.
I spent so much money for books that I didnt have money for anything else. So I wondered, " How can I read stories more cheaply?"
When I turned 16, I began reading online novels, which answered my yearning for new stories.
The stories were new and fresh and much cheaper.
Because I have no social contacts, I am practically a shut in.
I always read stories about how these shut ins get reincarnated in a different world, with overpowered abilities and hoped the same would happen to me.
I mean, I had really nothing to be proud of, really.
But now, five years later, these kind of stories seem so boring.
"What the hell is this shit? How can an author write something this bad? And what's with the title, "King of Destruction" seriously, why try so hard to aura farm?"
"I really thought I could escape this fucking boredom with a good story, but everything on this website is cringe as hell."
"I am the Extra,""The Strongest E-Rank Hunter,""Harem Adventure"—"why do all the titles sound like this? Is this all that exists here?"
I wish these novel authors would stop writing such repetitive, trashy stories and create something unique.
"Something they can truly be proud of"
"But nowadays these feels like shitty fast food"
I thought about it.
"Why do they always do this sigh"
"Man… life sucks. I swear, I've read every peak fiction out there."
"What now? Should I just accept life and study more? My grades are already shit, since all I do is read novels and manhwas anyway."
An idea came to my mind.
"Maybe I could make recommendation videos on YouTube" I thought, with all stories I have read so far, I could make thousand of videos.
I began to scroll in my bookmarks.
"Which stories should I choose?"
"…Hmm?"
"What is that?"
"I don't remember adding this to my list"
"Maybe a bug?" I wondered.
◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️—why is the title of the novel glitching?
It only has a prologue.
Prologue
Life is boring.
My only joy comes from immersing myself in stories of different worlds.
Sometimes, I live in Murim. Other times, I wander through a post-gate world filled with hunters.
I've always wondered—why do I love reading these stories so much, even when only a few are truly well-written?
Don't you agree?
"That's it?"
"Where's the rest?"
"I should get rid of it"
I clicked on the remove button and confirmed to remove it from my bookmarks.
"Well," I said loudly stretching my arms.
"Time to go to sleep, Tomorrow is also a day"
I went to my bed, just two steps away from my desk.
I changed into my pajamas, lay down, and switched off the lights. The switch was easy to reach from my bed, which was one of the few things I liked in my apartment.
"I'll brush my teeth tomorrow" I said quietly.
I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. It was too quiet.
I live in the center of one of the largest cities in the world, but right now, there is no noise.
"Why is it so quiet?" I thought.
I switched the light back on and stood up.
I went to the tiny window, six steps away from my bed, and opened the courtains.
Anxiety struck me.
"The city is empty?" I asked myself, shocked.
Never in my life had I seen my city this empty.
There was always some kind of traffic, but now I see nothing.
Instinctively, I ran to the door, reaching it in less than two seconds because my apartment was so small.
I put my shoes on and run outside.
An atmosphere of nothingness greeted me.
"Where is everyone?" I said, slowly panicking.
In the distance I saw a figure.
I didn't know if this was a man or a woman.
Then my head began to feel heavy.
Before I could process what's happening, something appears in front of me—just like in the stories I've read so many times before.
A transparent screen. Faintly bluish.
[The Title "The One Who Seeks Good Stories" has been granted to you]
I don't even have time to react before everything fades to black.
My eyes began to open. "Where am I?" I said, confused.
This place was surreal. It looked like a room with no floor, no ceiling, just an endless expanse.
It was like a confined place in space.
The background was full of stars and galaxies.
I didn't know if I was dreaming or not, because everything seemed so unreal.
And to add to the situation, I was butt naked.
I began to pinch myself, but I felt the pain.
"Did I die? Is this some kind of afterlife?" I wondered.
Panick started to rise in me.
I stood up and felt cold sweat all over my body.
"This can't be happening right now" I said, slowly realizing the gravity of the situation.
But something else was indeed strange.
Normally I would have panicked much more, but strangely enough I felt at peace.
This place gave me a peace of mind.
I walked in the room that seemed to have no end.
I walked and walked astonished by the view I was witnessing.
I didn't know how much time has passed, no I didn't know if even time passed at all.
[The system greets The One Who Seeks Good Stories]
"What.....?"
[You have been chosen by the system to seek good stories for the goods]
Pain began to strike me.
"My head aches so much!"
[You have been granted the right to shape worlds]
"What is this screen?"
[May you seek stories for you and the gods to enjoy]
"What does that mean?"
[The Tutorial has begun, you will be given the necessary information now]
"Ahhhh, my head!" It was like thousand of needles pierced my head, all at once.
[Decide on one ending, to clear the Tutorial]
"What does that mean?!"
[Introducing the Story]
I couldn't resist It was like I got sucked into something.
The room warped around me and it begun.
At that moment, it felt like an unimaginable amount of informations flooded my head all at once.
[Beginning the Introduction]
I was always alone.
It was the way of my kind. Or rather, what was left of it.
"You devil! What have you done?!" The man's voice cracked with grief, his hands trembling as he clutched the hilt of his sword. Tears streaked his dirt-covered face, dripping onto the blood-soaked ground beneath him.
I tilted my head, watching him.
"I merely did what I was destined for," I said.
His eyes burned with fury. In an instant, he moved—fast, fluid, deadly. The mark of a true swordsman. Most wouldn't stand a chance against him.
"AHHH! DIE!!" He roared, his blade slicing through the air as he charged.
I sighed.
"I am sorry…"
A single step. A single strike.
His head left his shoulders, spinning through the air before landing with a dull thud at my feet.
I looked down at his lifeless eyes, the fury now replaced with emptiness.
"That you are weak," I finished.
The scent of iron filled the air, mixing with the stench of charred wood and death. The village was silent now. The screams had faded.
I turned away from the corpse.
The weight of a hundred eyes pressed down on me. People stood at a distance—women clutching their children, men gripping rusted farming tools like they might somehow change what had already happened. Their expressions blurred together: fear, rage, sorrow.
To them, I was the villain.
A monster.
"He's dead…" someone whispered.
"He killed Sir Alden!" another voice choked out, raw with disbelief.
Sir Alden, their so-called hero, had been the one to stand in my way. He had chosen to fight. He had chosen to die.
I stepped forward. The crowd recoiled as if my presence alone was a plague.
Silence.
I could hear their ragged breathing, the stifled sobs of children, the quiet prayers whispered to gods who had long since abandoned them.
Gods that had once abandoned me.
I walked past them, the dirt crunching beneath my boots. No one moved. No one dared to.
A single voice broke the silence—a frail, shaking whisper.
"You… why do you do this?"
I stopped.
A child. No older than ten. His fists clenched, his face streaked with soot and tears. He stood in front of his mother, her hands gripping his shoulders as if she could hold him back.
I looked down at him.
For a moment, I thought of answering. But what would be the point?
They wouldn't understand.
Instead, I turned and kept walking.
They could beg their gods for salvation all they wanted.
It wouldn't change what was coming.
I walked away, searching for a place to rest. The weight of the violence, the deaths, it all hung on me like a cloak. I had no desire to stay in that place any longer.
After hours of walking, my body grew heavier with each step, the exhaustion catching up to me. Then, I heard it—water splashing, the rhythmic sound of something pure and untouched. A river, maybe. I followed the noise, my mind numb, and there it was. A clear, sparkling stream, its surface unmarred, reflecting the moonlight in shimmering patterns.
For a moment, I hesitated. It had been so long since I'd seen anything untouched by blood, by death.
I knelt beside it, cupping my hands in the cool water. The river seemed like a brief escape—a sanctuary, even if it was only temporary. I drank deeply, the coldness of it sharp against my parched throat.
Then, I lay down beside the riverbank, staring at the sky, listening to the water as it flowed past me.
My eyes grew heavy, the fatigue finally taking its toll.
And then, it came. A memory. Distant. Haunting.
An army of humans stormed our village.
The ground trembled beneath their feet as they marched, their faces twisted with hatred, their weapons glinting in the firelight.
I was just a child then, no older than ten. I didn't understand why they came. I didn't understand why we were the target of their rage.
The sounds of burning homes and dying cries filled the air. My heart raced in my chest, my legs frozen in place as the chaos unfolded around me. I could see my mother, her hands outstretched toward me, calling my name as the flames consumed the street.
"Run!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "Get out of here!"
But I couldn't. I wouldn't leave her.
I looked around for my father, hoping he could protect us. But he was already gone—dragged away by the humans, his body tossed aside like a ragdoll. His blood stained the earth, soaking into the ground that had once nurtured us.
And then I saw her.
One of the soldiers—a man, no older than twenty—raised his sword, his eyes cold and filled with hatred as he charged toward my mother. She didn't even have a chance to defend herself. With a single blow, her life was extinguished.
I couldn't move. I couldn't even scream.
She had fallen, and the world around me blurred into chaos. The army overwhelmed the village, slaying anyone they found in their path.
I was the only one left.
I woke up, gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest. The peaceful sound of the river was gone, replaced by the bloodcurdling screams that still haunted me. My hands clenched into fists, the memory of that day fresh in my mind.
It was dark now, the sky filled with stars.
I stood up, the cool night air biting against my skin. There was no more running, no more hiding. The time had come for them to pay.
[Ending the Introduction]
Without realizing it, I found myself in this world.
I see the blue sky, the big clouds, the sun shining in my eyes.
I come to my senses, lying on the grass beneath me.
"Whose memories was that?" I wondered and also asked myself "This man, why do I feel a bond with him....."
I wasn't just reading anymore. I was seeing through his eyes, feeling his emotions.
"This is not like the Isekais I always read" I said, reflecting on my situation.
Strangely enough I was kind of happy to escape my boring life, in the real world, but at the same time I worried.
"I don't want to be some kind of novel mc really."
[Your Goal is, to bring an fitting ending to this story. How you do it is up to you to decide. Consider that if you fail the tutorial your soul will perish. You have 2 Years to complete the story. I wish you luck]
"The system again..."
"I have no time to be worried"I thought.
I began to get up. While getting up I noticed my clothes changed from before.
I have now a black robe with ocassional white stripes and golden flower pattern on them. To add to that, they are made of materials that remember me of silk, but at the same time it feels like something else.
I am barefooted and except for the robe, I have nothing else on me
To be honest they looked hella expensiv and had a myterious aura to them.
"I have no time to worry about these clothes." I said while drolling all over them.
I got it together and began to seriously rethink everything.
"So what the hell is happening right now?"
"It seems like I got send to a different world and have to fullfill a task?"
"What does "bring a fitting ending to this story" even mean?"
So many questions popped in my head, that I began to worry again.
"Everything is moving too fast right now, I need to process everything"
I poundered, "There is some kind of system, that wants me to bring an ending to this story."
"No, even before that there was this glitchy novel."
A thought came to my mind, "could my situation be related to that?"
"I mean this whole situation is kind of unbelivable and I am not some kind of novel mc, who just accepts it and doesn't think about why the fuck he got sent into another world!"
I began to get angry, beacause everything seemed so unbelivably shitty.
At that moment I heared a voice.
A women shouting something.
I looked at her instinctively and she began to wave with her arms while shouting some words out loud, but I couldn't understand a bit of what she was saying.
This language is foreign to me, so foreign that I think it doesn't even exist in the real world.
[First achivement, get into contact with an inhabitant of this world]
[You earned the skill "automatic translation lvl.1"]
[You have earned the right, to open your status window]
[
Status window
Title: The one who seeks goods stories- you can not use the effects yet
skills: automatic translation lvl.1
]
"This reeks too much of a cliché" I thought.