Age Of The Villainous Author:All Hell Leads To Webnovel Chapter 2: Reset and Remember

High school.

I'd forgotten the sll. Sweat, cheap cleaner, and anxiety.

The hallways of Liceum Ogólnokształcące nr. XIV were a zoo. Kids shouted. Lockers slamd. I stood there, a ghost in a too-familiar haunt.

My old uniform itched.

This is 2022. A major war had just ignited on the continent's eastern flank. And I'm a teenager.

The absurdity almost made laugh.

A shoulder slamd into mine.

"Watch it, Thorn."

Marcin. The biology class bully. Big, stupid, with a permanent smirk.

Old would have mumbled an apology. Shrunk into myself.

I just looked at him. I didn't say a word.

The cold fire in my gut burned brighter.

He blinked, confused by the lack of fear. He muttered sothing and shuffled off.

First rule of ti travel: Don't blow your cover.

But the second rule? Get to work.

I had a novel in my head. A universe waiting to be born. I needed to type it.

The school library was my sanctuary. Ancient computers with sticky keyboards. The librarian, Pani Kowalska, nodded at over her romance novel.

I logged in. Opened a blank docunt.

My fingers hovered over the keys.

What if it's gone? What if it was a drunk dream?

I took a breath. And let the mory flow.

The words appeared on the screen. Not mine, yet mine. Perfect prose. A gripping opening line. A world of fallen gods and mortal ambition.

I typed. For two hours straight. The bell rang. I ignored it.

Pani Kowalska finally tapped my shoulder. "School is over, Alex."

I saved the docunt to a USB drive I'd bought with my lunch money.

"Thanks," I said, my voice distant.

The words were alive in my mind. They wanted out.

I walked ho, the autumn air crisp. My brain was on fire with plots, characters, dialogue.

My mom was at work. The apartnt was quiet.

I booted up the family's old desktop. It whined in protest.

I connected the USB. Opened the file.

I needed a platform. Fistoria was the biggest. The most competitive.

Where I got rejected a dozen tis in the old tiline.

My hands shook as I created a new account.

Userna: Chronos_Architect.

No profile picture. No bio. Let the work speak.

I copied the first three chapters from my docunt. Over ten thousand words of pure, polished epic.

I wrote a short synopsis. Hit 'Publish.'

The screen refreshed.

[Draft Published Successfully. Your story is now live.]

I stared at the screen.

Nothing happened. No fanfare. No instant readers.

Of course not. Patience.

But patience was for people who hadn't seen the future. For people who hadn't t a Wishbearer.

I had work to do.

I opened a new docunt.

Ti to write Chapter 4.