Hello everybody, it’s nice to meet y’all. So I’m Daniel, I’ll be your narrator and main character throughout the course of this story. That is of course until the author kills me off in some sudden twist for some inexplicable reason, replacing me with a side-character who was actually the protagonist this entire time! And writing everything in my perspective for so many chapters was simply a ruse! My very existence was in itself is a ruse! And all that time he spent developing my character, building me up to be this great hero was for the sole purpose of tricking all of you!

And you know what if I didn’t know any better that would have been a rather shocking, somewhat infuriating, yet interesting twist. It’s a shame you’re all stuck with me, whether you like it or not. And there’s nothing you can do to change tha-

No hold up, peer pressure is quite the frightening and it can shift even large corporations at times. But this isn’t a business, so he wouldn’t do that would he?

Well it’s not like I can’t do anything about that now can I, I’m not writing this story or anything. Hell, the words coming out of my mouth, or rather the thoughts streaming out of my brain aren’t even my own! Everything that I’ve done over the years is meaningless! He could do away with it an instance, and recreate it in another instance!

Not even this awareness is my own, not even the concept for my existence is my own or even my creator's own! I wouldn’t even exist if the Author wasn’t trying to get through every single cliche and trope in the book.

Ah whatever, the almighty power control each and everyone of my actions is beckoning me to move on, though it’s not like I have a choice in the matter. Whatever, as long as I properly finish the pro-

You know what, it might be a little late to make a proper prologue now. So I suppose I’ll just have figure out how to narrate a prologue that’s interesting enough to catch a hold of your ever so dwindling attention, and get you to click the button down there that sends you straight to the next chapter.

And you know what, the best way to make a prologue is to not make one at all! Well technically Author-san still made one, but would you really consider this your typical prologue? I mean just look at the 4th wall, it’s in pieces! But it fulfilled it’s job at the very least, well one of them; one to keep the titans out, which I’m sure you know how that worked out, and two to be broken. Repeatedly, over and over again until it’s grinded into dust.

Now, I wonder if I attracted anyone's attention yet, it’s rather hard to see after all. It’s like a one way mirror, I just can’t seem to see through the other side of the screen or monitor.

But, I’m sure it’ll work out one way or another, I mean someone’s bound to click this story with a title like this. You only need to have some semblance of reincarnation or OPness to get anyone aboard the ride, whether it’s to completely and utterly destroy it or to praise it!

But either way you all clicked it like the ever so predictable sheep you are, Kahahahahaha!

Let’s see, break the fourth wall check. Get off topic, check. Insult the readers, check. Create a list of things to do in the prologue while narrating the prologue, check….

*Kaboom! Crash! Onomatopoeia that signifying something has been destroyed in causing a loud explosion!*

Sound effects, check...

“Mom! Junior destroyed the house again!” (Child)

Random side character that may or may not matter at some point, check...

“Again? For goodness sake Junior, your vocal cords may not have fully developed, but you should be able to understand that firing highly dangerous magic abilities inside of the house is off limits! And Peter I’ve told you a million times, you need to cast several layers of fortifications and barriers when you’re with your brother!” (Mother)

“B-But…..mom….” (Peter)

“No, buts young man! You may have been a perfectly independent grown man in your past life, but right now you’re my baby boy. And in my house you need to listen to me mister! Now we’re going to have to bother the Patterson’s three year old son and have him build us a new house. You're lucky he’s more than happy to help out, and more than capable to building us a new house in a matter of hours.” (Mother)

Random event, check…

Oh, and that’s the Rogers family by the way, my neighbors. They’ve recently had another kid, the two-month old Kevin, another Otherworlder. And from the looks of it, he’s a Reincarnator just like his brother Peter.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

Now, I bet you’re wondering how I know this. Well, that’s easy, what freaking baby can blow up a house!

Besides when he possessed an unnatural amount of intelligence at birth, and refuses to cry a majority of the time. I’ve heard he only cries whenever he needs something, and he’s recently been smacking the side of his crib in order to get someone to come to his service. So he’s either a baby with an intelligence cheat, or he’s another Reincarnator, and I’m willing to be it’s the second one.

Hmmm? I looked up at the ceiling, I should probably get out of the way.

“Watch out!”, a young girl's voice rang through my head telepathically.

“Above you!”

I quickly stepped back, and watched as a rather heavy object came crash down onto my roof. The force of the impact and weight bore a hole right through the ceiling, and tearing apart the walls. And without the walls support it the ceiling quickly began caving in on itself, and the house began collapsing.

So, I grabbed a wooden chair sitting by a table, and threw it at a nearby window before jumping out myself. I distanced myself from the collapsing building, and watched as it turned into a large pile of rubble, and dust covering the large black object that came crashing down, embedding itself into the ground

Perfect timing, right on cue~

I walked around the rubble that was my house, it turned out that the large object was a large corpse. It was a large pitch black corpse of a rather dangerous monster known as a Wyvern, a powerful winged reptilian beast whose size easily surpasses the relatively large room I was standing in. Of course that’s rather difficult to imagine since I never did talk about the room until it started, well you know being destroyed.

But to make things easier just imagine a truck right? And now give it wings, the ability to breathe fire, poisonous gas, or bolts of lightning. Then give it claws, and fangs sharp enough to tear through steel, and a jaw that could tear a chunk out of a tank. All of that combined with it’s relatively hard scales, it’s basically a flying tank the size of a cargo truck. And if I remember correctly this guys a B-Class Monster, but I’ll get to that when it actually matters.

I crouch down, and looked at the large black object embedded into my floor. It was the corpse of a rather dangerous monster known as a Wyvern, a powerful winged reptilian beast whose size easily surpasses this room. And If I remember correctly this things a B-Class Monster, but I’ll get to that when it actually matters.

I crouched down and examined the Wyverns large corpse, and noticed a hole a bit larger than a fist straight through it’s neck. It’s a fatal wound, even for a beast as powerful as this.

I looked down to the bloodstained ground, a small pool of blood seemed to have already build up underneath him. This guy’s surely dead, he’s not moving either. But this wound….

He was probably killed by a rock or a baseball. I stood back up, and heard several little kids behind me. So that’s it, I scolded them, “You damn brats! Careful where you throw things, we don’t want another incident! Make sure you know where it’s going to land, and if you can’t then aim for the ocean at the very least. Try and avoid any populated area like a kingdom’s capital again! And don’t shoot down any floating islands!” (Daniel)

“S-Sorry!”(Child)

One of the brats apologized, and scurried away at top speed, leaving behind several loud booms as he effortlessly broke the sound barrier. The rest of the brats followed suit either jumping to extreme heights, teleporting, flying, or simply going invisible.

Some of them might be kids, but at least two of them were Reincarnators. They should act their age for christ sake. They might physically be kids, but their mental age surpasses a majority of the villagers.

Well whatever, the prologue must go on! And on that note, I’ll be ending the prologue.

So anyways, welcome again to this odd world of ours; this is Traversa, the World of Crossings. A world filled with countless Otherworlders, strange mysterious, and absurd abilities.

And this village here is ,the Village of Beginnings, the birthplace of the destined, and the home to numerous people like me.

And once again, farewell. I’ve been your host Daniel, your average OP protagonist. I look forward to working with all of you.