Author Of Worlds: I Reincarnated Into My Novel As A Random Character
Chapter 1: Transmigrated Into The Horrifying World!!!

Chapter 1: Transmigrated Into The Horrifying World!!!

"Doctor, has my acute myeloma really reached stage four?"

Matthew’s expression turned pale as he listened to the voice on the phone. He was in despair.

Just as he had finished such a masterpiece, why did he have to hear the news that his cancer had advanced again?

Almost two years ago, Matthew began experiencing strange symptoms—his bones felt weak, and he suffered from extreme pain, especially in his back.

At first, he didn’t take it seriously. Only when his condition worsened did he finally go to the hospital for a check-up.

A few months later, the results came out: he had acute myeloma.

Worse, it was spreading through his body like wildfire. His case progressed rapidly, and before long, he had already reached stage three.

The doctors gave him barely two years to live.

With trembling hands, he threw his phone at the wall. It shattered on impact.

His face turned crimson with fury as he gritted his teeth and stared blankly at the cracked wall.

"The f*cking government! If I ever gain even a little power, I won’t hesitate to destroy you all!"

Matthew roared in anger.

After his diagnosis, he reached out to various institutions seeking treatment, even the company he worked for.

But his pleas were rejected.

In fact, once they discovered his condition and realized he would no longer be useful to the company, they fired him.

He hadn’t expected it to be this cruel. Bad news came crashing down one after another.

To escape from the harshness of reality, he turned to the only thing that made him feel alive—if only slightly—NovelFires.

He had grown up in a family of NovelFire fanatics.

When he was just eight years old, his old man began handing him novels to read.

His mother did the same, though she was less intense about it.

That was how Matthew grew up surrounded by stories.

He’d long lost count of how many novels he had read: Shadow Slave, Reverend Insanity, Lord of the Mysteries, The Path to Godhood, and so many more.

He swiped the holographic computer screen in front of him as the date appeared:

June 4th, 3034.

In this era, NovelFires were more popular than ever.

And having just finished The Path to Godhood, hailed as one of the greatest novels ever written, Matthew desperately needed something on the same level—or better—to distract him from the thoughts of his death, which was doomed to happen in a few months.

But he sighed with regret.

Can any novel really compare to "The Path to Godhood" by Carefree Dreamer?

He already knew the answer.

Some fans even speculated that Carefree Dreamer wasn’t human, but an immortal who wandered the myriad realms, writing about what he saw.

Just as Matthew was lost in thought, a mysterious blue light flickered into existence before him. Along with it came a line of text:

[Congratulations. You have read more than 10,000 NovelFires. The NovelFire God has smiled on you, and you have received an X-level skill: "Author of Worlds."]

Matthew froze. He wasn’t unfamiliar with this kind of scenario. As someone who had spent most of his life reading novels, he knew all about systems.

Have I finally gotten my own system?

Why would the NovelFire God choose me?

He had tried countless things a grown man probably shouldn’t have, just to test if systems were real.

With little time left to live, it was the least he could do to hold onto some hope...

Unfortunately, they were all to no avail.

He took a deep breath, his heart racing, and read the next line on the panel with a mixture of fear and excitement.

[As the Author of Worlds, you can write any book—intricately crafting a plot from your mind. Once the novel is complete, you may transmigrate into the story as a random character.]

[Note: An X-level skill goes against the natural laws and order of the Eternal Dao. Your X-level skill is flawed.]

[Not only will you transmigrate as a random character, but unexpected twists may appear within your plot.]

Matthew stared at the screen in disbelief. What the hell is "Author of Worlds"? Isn’t that just being a writer?

He couldn’t believe his golden finger was tied to writing novels. He didn’t want to write.

He only wanted to laze around, reading fun stories.

He didn’t have long to live—what good was a writing skill?

Even if he did write a novel, he would still return to this world and face his death.

Unless... I wrote a novel that never ended.

But was that even possible? With the time he had left, he’d be lucky to write a thousand Chapters.

Then, a new line appeared—and what it said made Matthew stop breathing. It felt as though time itself had frozen.

[Note: Certain things from your novel can be brought back to the real world upon surviving to the end.]

[Completing your first novel while staying alive will grant unique rewards and upgrades to the "Author of Worlds" skill.]

The first sentence echoed in his mind like thunder.

’Could this... be the cure for my cancer?!’

Before he could digest it, the system’s mechanical voice rang out again. This time, it sounded almost surprised.

[Oh? It has been detected that you have a completed novel.]

[Beginning transmigration process.]

"Wait, not that novel!" It only took a fleeting moment for Matthew to realize exactly which novel the so-called NovelFire God was referring to.

After all, he had only ever written one.

But before he could react, a bright flash of light enveloped his body.

And just like that, he vanished.

No one noticed anything strange.

In the heart of bustling Shanghai, a single man had disappeared from existence...

...

The terrifying Origin World, where five Origin paths existed!

"Place your hand on the marble and awaken your Origin Path," the instructor said once again, seeing that Matthew was lost in a daze.

"What?" Matthew blinked in confusion, then slowly, still dazed, stretched out his hand and placed it on the pale, glowing marble before him.

The marble shimmered with a silvery light, then dimmed. A series of glowing words appeared in the sky.

[Ability Awakener Origin Path]

[Ability: Origin Path]

[Allows the wielder to embark on an Origin Path]

As soon as the information was displayed, Matthew was stunned; he turned to look at the information once again just to confirm he wasn’t seeing things. Shit! I really awakened a trash ability... in my own novel?

His mind boiled with frustration at the thought of this.

Turning to the fourth wall, he began narrating in a mysterious tone.

In my novel, cultivators awaken Origin Paths. There are five main Origin Paths—the Summoning Origin Path, the Elemental Origin Path, the Sleepers Origin Path, the Ability Awakeners Origin Path, and finally, the Origin Path of Potion Masters.

Each path had its own unique method of advancement and terrifying abilities. However, why the hell would I awaken a trash ability called... Origin Path itself?

"What kind of ability is that?" a loud voice cut through Matthew’s inner monologue.

It came from a young man with pale brown hair, dressed in silver robes—the uniform of the Potion Origin Path students from the Origin Path Academy.

He recognized him immediately. After all, he created him.

Grati.

A minor antagonist in the novel. One of the types who loved picking on others.

A lackey beside Grati chimed in mockingly, "Isn’t ability awakening already an Origin Path? Why would you awaken an Origin Path on top of that?"

The other students were equally confused and turned to stare at Matthew, waiting for his explanation.

The instructor nudged him from the side. "Communicate with your ability and tell us what it can do."

To use one’s ability, one only needed to sense their Origin energy and will it forth. Matthew nodded, then closed his eyes to focus on sensing his Origin.

Within his consciousness, he saw a strange, ethereal light, which looked multicolored and formless. The light of the Origin Path.

He willed it forward.

But... nothing happened. It seemed to have no effect.

Matthew’s expression changed drastically. Don’t tell me I’m basically... abilityless?

He was the one who created the world, so he knew what kind of terrifying entities lurked within it. Willing his ability once more, Matthew noticed that, still, nothing happened.

The instructor frowned. It was the first time she had witnessed an awakening like this.

"Another trash... just like that Leo!" Grati sneered, then threw a glance at a calm-looking boy seated quietly nearby. He didn’t seem concerned about the awakening ceremony.

Matthew followed his gaze.

That calm boy, unbothered by the ceremony... that was Leo.

The protagonist of the novel.

And from that expression alone, Matthew could tell... Leo had awakened his system.

"Leave." The instructor’s voice was cold, her words like a slap to Matthew’s pride. His face shifted slightly, but he said nothing.

Hmph. I created you, and you still dare to act this way? He sneered inwardly but obeyed silently, walking off the platform and taking an empty seat.

Why can’t I recall anything...? As soon as he sat down, Matthew suddenly realized he couldn’t remember anything about his past life in this world.

It was as if the character had never existed until this moment.

Can this be considered altering the plot slightly? Matthew mused. He hadn’t created any ability called "Origin Path." The changes were happening faster than expected.

The plot of his novel was already twisting beyond his control.

"An Elemental Origin Path!" A shout echoed across the hall, pulling Matthew’s attention back to the awakening platform.

A young man who looked slightly thin had his hand placed on the awakening stone. The information about his Origin Path was displayed midair along with his awakened element—lightning.

Lightning was a rare element so it was understandable why someone from the crowd had screamed so loudly.

The ceremony passed quietly, and soon it was over. After everything concluded, Matthew stood up from his seat and walked slowly to the dormitories.

He purposefully moved at a slower pace, trying to figure out where the male dormitory was.

He also wanted to see if he had any friends from before transmigration so he could casually ask where his room was.

But as he walked, a frown formed on his face.

Do I really have no friends? He was slightly puzzled. Fortunately, just then, someone lightly punched his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Origin Path? Really? I thought you said you were going to awaken a special ability—or at least become a summoner?"

Matthew turned to see a young man dressed casually. He had a carefree air, dark blond hair, and a teasing smirk that suggested he didn’t take life too seriously.

"You are...?" Matthew asked, mildly curious. He could tell the guy wasn’t being hostile.

The young man stared at him, stunned. "You forgot who I am that fast? Did your ability mess with your memory?"

He laughed, though he was half-serious. After all, they had been friends since childhood.

"Sorry. My memory’s been failing me lately," Matthew replied with a calm smile, not minding the joke.

The young man narrowed his eyes, the air turning briefly tense—until he chuckled and said, "The name’s Axel. Axel Devon. Don’t forget it next time."

However, as Matthew heard the name Axel, everything else Axel said blurred.

There was only one Axel in the Origin Academy.

Only one Axel in the entire novel.

A rare, one-of-a-kind character.

He was a rare character who died a few hundred Chapters later after being plotted against.

Because he was one of the few to awaken... two Origin Paths.