"Welcome to the Rat Hat Library," Nithin said warmly as the door creaked open, the small golem bell ringing above.
The man froze mid-step as he entered, eyes flicking over Nithin from head to toe. Nithin noticed a small flinch at first and immediately assumed it was because of his clothing. He still had his earthling clothes.
"Ah! Forgive me, noble sir," the man blurted, bowing his head nervously. "I was only curious about this new shop. I didn't mean to intrude."
Nithin blinked, caught off guard, and then smirked slightly. So he thinks I'm some noble… he could see the man was really nervous.
"You're welcome here," Nithin replied with a polite smile. "Feel free to browse and take any book you like.".
"B-Books?" the man's voice trembled, eyes widening in terror. A hushed gasp escaped him as he stared at the shelves.
"Y-You're a magician,?! Please forgive me, my lord—I didn't know this was a workshop! I-I shouldn't have disturbed you!"
Nithin froze, blinking at him in disbelief. Wait… what? Magicians? Noble… now magicians?
"Wait wait, what do you mean Grimoires ! Those are books!"
The man froze, his shoulders trembling. "S-Sir… I'm just a poor soul. I could never afford such grimoires!"
Nithin raised a hand, trying to calm the man. "No, no, wait. Relax. This isn't a magician's workshop."
"This… is a library… where all kinds of stories can be found! Anyone can read them!"
The man lowered his head, voice cautious. "I… beg your pardon, my lord. I cannot read."
"Yes, anyone can," Nithin replied gently. "You don't need to be a magician or a noble. These books are for everyone."
The man swallowed hard, confusion clouding his eyes. "But… I'm no Awakened, sir. I cannot touch Grimoires."
"They're not Grimoires," Nithin said, stepping out from behind the counter. He opened a book and held it out. "Just books."
The man's eyes widened as words bloomed across the page before him. "I… I can read? But I am illiterate…"
Nithin smiled faintly. "Each book carries a spark of magic. Enough to let anyone read
"Perfect excuse," Nithin thought, But Seeing the man hesitate, he frowned. He couldn't let a reader slip away.
He shoved it into the middle-aged man's hand. "Here, read it. It's a story about—ah no, wait…"
He took the books from him before taking out a different one. Right away its information floated above the book. Only he could see them; he already verified that when he encountered that dwarf.
[Name: Born to Rule
Genres: Adventure, Fantasy, Growth, Magic
Age recommendation: 18+
Possible Drops: ???
Nithin skimmed the floating text, then offered the book. "This one is a good one, About a young adventurer"
The man gulped. "S-Sir… paper is precious. What if I ruin it?"
"It's fine. Just don't tear it," Nithin said, noting inwardly, so paper's rare… no wonder he mistook them for grimoires.
"But sir…" the man protested. Nithin didn't wait. He grabbed the man's shoulder and guided him to a bench.
"Relax and read. It might help—and it's an experience you shouldn't refuse," Nithin said with a smile.
To the man, that smile felt like a command. "Y-Yes, sir… I'll read it right away. How could I refuse your goodwill?"
"Good. Start from the front page."
The man flinched, 'Why is this noble making me read books!
The man held the book close, struggling at first. Slowly, the tension eased as he sank deeper into the story, completely absorbed, as if the world inside had pulled him in.
Nithin nodded, a satisfied flicker crossing his face. Stories work like this. The deeper you go, the more curious you become… though he had no idea what the man was actually experiencing.
Suddenly, the man flinched, a sharp pain coursing through him. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
Surroundings him were swinging trees, Right away The man panicked and gazed the surroundings frantically, He was also holding a sword.
Nithin's eyes narrowed. If he could see what the man saw, he would have realized immediately: the orc wasn't just on the page—it had somehow leapt out into the reader's world.
'Wait… I was just in the mage's workshop! Why am I here?' Panic surged through him
A sudden rustle in the underbrush made him freeze. He gulped nervously, To a commoner like him, Forest means only one thing 'Its dangerous'.
A small figures darted out from behind the bushes. A small figure, darted out from the bush, Right away it's gaze fall on to horfied human.
It's smile widned, Revealing it's razor sharp teeths. It was holding a small cub.
'A G-Goblin' The man shouted out loud, "A… a goblin!" the man shouted, stumbling backward. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest.
The goblin let out a high-pitched chuckle, tilting its head, clearly amused by his fear. Before jumping right at him.
In a panic, the man swung his sword wildly, not aiming, only trying to fend it off. But unknowingly the Blade struck it's neck in an arc.
Swish~
Beheading the goblin in one swing. It's head flung sideways like a ball while it's body collapsed right Infront of him, blood gushing out making a small puddle of blood.
The man staggered back, And looked at his and and his reflection of his face on the sword. 'I k-Killed it? but how!' He also felt stronger.
'whats even happening?'
Meanwhile,
[First kill, 20 Ink points generated]
A transparent screen appeared before him. 'Finally some ink points!' he thought but was also confused, reading the notification. First kill? But who cares he finally got some points.
"Status" he blured out.
But instead of a transparent screen appearing before him a book appeared in slowly opened and a quill pen appeared floating above the page. Nithin grabbed it, and instantly lettered appeared on the page.