《Devoid of Luck》Chapter 06 - Monotone, I blew everything up.
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At a certain place in the town, stood a man looking down on a single dry strand of grass.
“This is the first time the grass isn’t green in many years! It was always green! Why is it brown?!”
The man was panicking, not knowing what to do! This is the first time in his life he had seen a dried up strand of grass! It was something that have never existed in his world before!
A world filled with green grass, all year around!
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“Did you find what you were looking for?”, Asked the librarian.
“Yeah, it is fine now, thanks for all the help…”, I said with a depressed voice.
I left the library with a depressed dark feeling.
“I’ll head to an inn and drink myself to death, I don’t want to live in a world filled with men that look all the same and no females…”
As soon as I stepped outside the library, I saw a huge commotion, many people were gathering in a single spot.
“IT IS BROWN!” “THE END IN NEAR!” “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!”
Screams were resounding through the mass of people which seemed to surround a single strand of brown dried grass.
I decided to simply walk by, and head directly to an inn since I have nothing else to do.
Taking a step forward, I felt something hit my leg, it was a dark stone that probably got freed from the trail stones, I look at the stone flying towards the mass of people.
The stone didn’t hit anyone, but as it neared the stand of brown grass it hit another dark rock.
This collision created a spark. The spark directly hit the brown strand of grass.
This all happened in a single moment, no one had an idea what a calamity it would bring.
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The brown strand of grass got ignited! There was a strong earthquake and then everything went dark. As soon as I opened my eyes I found myself in the familiar looking white space.
In my hands there was a note:
Mister, I asked you very nicely at first not to ignite fire, you blew my damn planet up!
Please never return! You aren’t welcome here anymore!
The Angry God From Before.
Seems like I just died... again?
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I decided to drop writing this because it looks like every chapter is doing worse than the last one,
Seems like my story is not good enough to attract people, sorry for wasting time for people who actually read it...
The concept was an unlucky MC that travels through white-spaces of many different people who declare themselves "Gods". While traveling through their white spaces he collects information and develops his own white space to be a better one. He is the only one who has the ability to travel through white spaces and the "White Space Gods" have no idea what he is because no one else can do what he can. But to return to his original white space, he has to die.
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