The author wants to read a Western fantasy, but the author is starved to death.
The author resurrected and tried to write it himself, but the author died.
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"I want to see the protagonist go out from a pub playing a Scottish tune, stand on horseback in the sun, whistle, walk into the green forest road, say hello to passers-by, catch an apple thrown by a fruit vendor, take a bite and feed it to his mount. There is one sun in the sky, three daytime stars, occasionally flying over birds, dragons, humans, whatever, something that smells like horse sweat."
This is where it all started.
So a young man came to another world after going to the toilet. Fortunately, he washed his hands.
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"What are your plans?"
"I want to take risks. I have always wanted to take risks, to experience, to witness the rise of day and the fall of the pole star, to see the tiny flowers blooming on the moss plains, to see the greatness of dragons, to learn new sword skills, and to go out for a walk."
"Wow, you stole my idea, didn't you?"
"Ha! Who makes someone dare to only dream and talk about ideals!"
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Taking risks first requires setting a goal.
What happens after the goal is accomplished?
"Then just keep walking."
Concept: Swords and magic, dragons and stars, and boyhood fantasies