Journeys in Ink

(The protagonist isn’t invincible or brainless, there’s no harem or System, the pace is slow, everything is made by hand, and no AI was used. For the best reading experience, I suggest skipping the prologue and coming back to it once the novel is complete. Have a lovely day!)

On the day of an indescribable birth, a divine revelation descended upon a land of suffering, guiding people to rest, recover, and work the fields.

Some, led by the revelation, traveled the world and explored every corner.

Others, guided by it, retreated to the mountains and forests to cultivate their minds and bodies.

The ordinary treated the revelation as an absolute rule, seeing it as a torch and venerating it like the sun.

The confident treated the revelation as a tool, regarding it as a companion and respecting it as a teacher.

Perhaps the best things in the world are found in the ordinary: embracing the wind and sunlight, soaring above the skies and shores, and savoring both death and tomorrow.

…Sadly, the revelation is not perfect. Perhaps all the pieces were already in place from the very beginning?