Me: a transmigrator, transformed, a plagiarist, and a doting big brother.
That's already the setup for a great flop of a novel, isn't it? Enough to support a whole story, right? Enough for me to scrape by as a writer, isn't it?
The Fifth Division's life as a famous author, built on plagiarizing excellent works from his past life, was smashed to pieces when a suit of armor fell from above and hit him.
The Nine Kingdoms, Ra's temple, the Kunlun secret realm...
The Fifth Division closed his notebook.
"I'm off to gather material. Don't bother me!"
"Then don't you dare miss your deadlines, aaah!!!!"
