I’m not a smart person. Nor am I special, hell, I’m not even all that good-looking. Boys think I’m weird and girls think I’m stupid, so I can safely say I’m also not popular.

However, I’m very, very creative, and I also know how to think about the future. This is the reason that, when a strange god pulled my soul out of my body by mistake and wanted to compensate me, I asked him for a book.

But let me recap first just to show you, Outsider, just what happened.

“Young one, I apologize for what happened. I might have accidentally killed you.” The weird god said. Or something along those lines, I don’t really remember that well. Also, I think he was one of you people, that god.

“It’s… alright, I guess. I’m not actually dead though since I can still think… right?” I asked.

“Not exactly, but I suppose that yes, you’re not really dead… yet. Look, kiddo, I’m bored and I took away from you your most precious thing, so I will give you one thing, any one thing.” The god said. I can’t remember his face or where I was when he talked to me, but I somehow know he was incredibly handsome.

“Thanks, I guess… Can I have a book?” I asked. Naturally, I didn’t want just a normal book. No, I am way too ambitious for such a mundane thing.

“A book? That’s interesting… Where’s the catch?” The god asked, obviously knowing what I wanted already, because… you know… god and all?

“Whatever I write, draw or imagine in that book will happen in the real world too. Also, please make it so only I can use the book, and make it so I can never lose it. It’d really suck if I did.” I asked.

“That’s actually pretty damn hard to do. Also, that’s like 4 things, and I only said 1”

“It’s a 4-part-1” I joked.

“Whatever. Here, have this.” The god then handed me a cute little drawing book with a black and white cover. It had a pencil attached at the side, and after I toyed around with it for a bit, I noticed that the book had infinite pages somehow and the pencil would always reappear in its holder, even if I threw it on the ground.

“Alright, kiddo. I can’t send you back to your world because if I do, my boss will eat my guts and probably serve my entrails to his creepy snakes. I’d rather not, so… Off you go I guess. Try not to get killed.” He said and I fell into unconsciousness almost instantly.

When I woke up, I was in a busy city. People everywhere ran around doing their stuff, and one guy even pushed me.

After finding a safe spot to hide from all the chaos, I finally took note of everything that had happened. I was confused and scared back then, as I had just been ripped away from everything I knew and loved and had to put up a farce of nonchalance in front of that god.

The first thing I wrote in that book was the following.

I am invincible

I was afraid of this new world. When I wrote this, I felt relief. Not because of some magic voodoo that made me feel better, but simply because I now knew that no matter what happened, I wouldn’t ever be overwhelmed to the point of no return.

I experimented with the book a lot. I had to move to a secluded area to test out my new toy though.

It certainly worked. After I wrote Make bubbles, it did just that. Little bubbles appeared all around me out of nowhere, and it was pretty funny.

I got bored of the book itself pretty quickly though. I wrote down a few rules and miscellaneous things to protect me, and then had it vanish.

I didn’t know what this world was like, so I had given myself quite a few options. Instead of having to write something down, I only had to say a codeword now, and it would do a certain thing. Furthermore, if I couldn’t speak, I could activate it in my mind by saying a string of words and having it happen, but I didn’t want to risk accidentally using it so I made sure that option was nice and sealed. I also applied different levels for the codewords, so that the power would depend.

Dear god, just thinking about back then makes me cringe honestly. I was so immature, just like an edgy teenager. But oh well, most of you outsiders reading this probably aren’t older than I was back then. To think such youngsters could have so much power over so many worlds… I truly envy you.

But anyway, back to me.

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After I was ready and my ego had been inflated by knowing I could do some pretty awesome stuff, I went back in the streets, ready to face the world. But first, I cleaned myself and made myself look good using the book powers. 

After my pettiness was settled, I truly went out. I explored the city until it was evening, at which point I realized I needed a place to sleep in.

I tried to speak to the people there, but they didn’t understand me. However, it was nothing a little magic from the book couldn’t fix.

I asked a stranger if she knew where a hotel was. She wasn’t particularly nice, calling me a homeless brat, but she still directed me at a nearby bed-and-breakfast. I think she was a thunder.

I thus got on my way and walked all the way to the place she pointed to. After asking if they had a place for me, they said yes, but they insisted I pay up front, probably afraid I had no money. After all, the place looked expensive. 

I nodded and gave them all the money they asked for. Again, I had made said money with the book. Well, I printed well over 1000 golden coins and handed 3 to the dude. Instantly his attitude changed and he gave me the best room. Heh, the magic of capitalism. 

After a good night of sleep, I got up, ready to go out and explore this strange new world. But first I cleaned my hair and switched my clothes to a new set. 

Honestly, I knew nothing of this world. Therefore, what better place to understand it than a library? Judging by the lack of cars and electricity, I guessed that I was either in Africa or this world was very, very backward compared to my own.

Also, the people were all really weird. They all looked Asian, like, all of them. Furthermore, they dressed really weird. 

As I walked around, buying off all the interesting things I found and putting them all away in some separate space that I made with my book, which I might as well call the ‘I can fucking do anything with this thing’. But I’ll stick with 'book'. Anyways, as I was saying, after a bit of walking around I came across a nice little bookstore. I bought everything in it and read one of the books as I continued my exploration.

This is where the fun stuff happens. And by fun, I mean fun for me, not for others. Like any good imbecile with his nose in a phon… cough, book, I accidentally walked into someone. I apologized and was about to walk away when the guy I hit grabs my shoulder and pulled me back before throwing me to the ground in front of him.

Normally, I would have expected such an act to be an act of abuse and people would intervene and stop the big bad bully, because that’s the right thing to do. Well, the people here didn’t, rather, they all gathered around and watched as they whispered. 

I say whisper, but really, everyone could hear them. It did make for a nice way for knowing what happened though because fuck me, I had no idea.

“Look, that girl just bumped Young Master Fang!”, “Remember what happened to the last person that touched Young Master Fang? He couldn’t move for months!”, “Hasn’t Young Master Fang become a third level Qi gatherer just a month ago?”.

I could literally imagine question marks swimming around my head as I listened to those people. The person I had just bumped into had around my age, I’d say 16 to 18 tops.

After I took a good look at his creepy smirk and questionable motives, I determined that his name wasn’t Fang, but ClicheVillain25. I mean, it fits so much, doesn’t it?

“A young lady like you shouldn’t be walking around like this, all on her own… say, how about I… “escort” you back home?” He smirked and tried to grab my arm.

“Dude, I’m not exactly a lady. Also, you’re ugly as hell and look like a rapist. Go away before I call the police.”

His face contorted weirdly as he shouted “You dare to call me, Young Master Fang of the Bao clan, ugly?? My maternal grandfather of the third generation was a servant of the Great Master of the Lake! And you clearly are a lady.” He shouted as his face turned red from some strange anger that I had clearly done nothing to cause.

“Uh, I don’t really care who your granddaddy was, also, have you ever heard of transgenders? Y’know… the people who aren’t the gender they were born?” I told him. At this point, I had gotten up and was trying to argue my way out.

“Blasphemy! You dare disrespect my Maternal Grandfather of the Third generation, servant of the Great Master of the Lake?? I will have your head for your disrespect!” He shouted as he pulled out a sword of nowhere. Hey, only I can do that!

“Yo yo yo, calm down now. There is no need for violence…” I tried to reason but he simply shouted and rushed forward at me.

“Dieeeee!” He shouted as he swung his sword at me.

To be honest, although he looked comical before he took out the sword, he was actually extremely scary when he charged at me. So much so I actually panicked.

“Destroy - Level 10” I said in a panic. In that instant, time seemed to stop.

The guy’s eyes slowly widened in that slow-motion moment. So did everyone around us, and those in front of me, the guy included, all tried to jump away, but they were too slow.

An instant later, a defining roar echoed as a gigantic beam of light fired from my hand towards them, evaporating everything in its path. Honestly, even I didn’t expect it so much power from it, and it terrified me.

It had cut a literal slice out of the city. Everywhere the beam had gone was now nothingness, for it had destroyed everything. 

As people screamed and ran away from me I looked at my hands with wide and horrified eyes.

“What have I done…?” I whispered to myself in horror.

Now, hold it for a second. For those outsiders faint of heart, this part of my story is not particularly pretty. I think I am a good person, but there is a lot of evidence to disprove that. However, I believe that my intentions have always held true, even if my morals and actions have not. 

I will not spoil what comes next just yet, but I will give a hint. It involves a lot of braindead ‘cultivators’ that think they’re better and smarter and stronger and whatever else than you. For now, I need to go cook a meal for my family. See you losers next time.