The Secrets I Forgot

Make a Wish

"What is this mess? Who is this person? Nygoroth?"

He held his head as another wave of intense pain struck him before finally subsiding five seconds later.

It felt as though his thoughts were clashing against one another.

Without thinking too much about it, he grabbed a cloth and wiped the bloody message off the mirror.

Fine... I don't know who sent this, and honestly, I shouldn't be surprised. The world of my web novel was never a normal one. Unknown beings were everywhere, he thought.

Still, it was strange that whatever had written the message understood English, a language that didn't even exist in this world.

He let out a deep sigh.

"My friend, don't worry. I'm never coming to see you."

Two minutes passed as he changed his clothes.

Fortunately, he wore the exact same size as Rin from his web novel, making it easy.

He planned to go outside, and he knew exactly where to go because he remembered one important detail.

The tree at the center of Veil Forest, on 21st Street, can grant one wish per person each day. The success rate is one hundred percent... because I was the one who wrote it.

All he had to do was wish to return to his own world.

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The Night of Khalthu'ra was celebrated on the first night of the first month every year.

It was the night when the people of Tania expressed their gratitude to Khalthu'ra. Khalthu'ra was nothing more than an enormous mass of dark mist floating above the city.

Scientists had tried everything to disperse it, but every attempt had failed. Eventually, they decided to study it instead.

Even then, they couldn't understand what it truly was.

As time passed, they realized that the mist was supernatural. Because luck within Tania gradually became absurd. Simply setting foot inside the city dramatically increased one's chances of success. That was why so many wealthy people lived there.

Nearly ninety percent of the city's population was rich.

Whether in business, school, or daily life, success became far more likely. Eventually, they realized it had all begun on the very day the mysterious mist appeared.

From then on they worshipped it.

As the author, Rin knew very well that the mist wasn't merely something that increased luck. Although he couldn't fully remember the story, he remembered one important rule.

In his novel, anything with even the slightest trace of the supernatural was something people should stay away from.

The benefits were always insignificant compared to the hidden consequences.

Rin walked quietly through the streets, slightly annoyed by the endless songs and shouting.

Soon, he noticed a crowd cheering around a man skillfully dancing while twirling blazing fire staffs in both hands.

It truly was impressive.

My prayer is that you accidentally burn yourself with those... Rin thought with a quiet chuckle before continuing on his way.

Five minutes later, he reached a forest where many people sat nearby chatting and relaxing.

Whew... I didn't get lost. He smiled in relief.

Walking calmly into the small forest, he noticed people glancing at him before returning to their conversations and games.

Entering wasn't forbidden.

After another two minutes, Rin finally stood before a gigantic tree wrapped in heavy chains.

It was by far the largest tree in the entire forest.

Without hesitation, he placed his hand on its trunk and closed his eyes.

"I wish to return to my original world."

"Or, if that's impossible... then at least give me all of my memories about the story I wrote."

That wasn't considered making two wishes. It was simply a backup request. He had specifically written that loophole into the description of the wishing tree.

Suddenly... The entire world froze.

Whether everyone else had also stopped moving, he couldn't tell.

There were no songs. No voices. No footsteps.

Nothing... Then his vision blurred.

When everything returned to normal, he was already back inside his bedroom.

"..."

"So it's impossible to send me home..."

He looked around the room.

Outside, the songs and celebrations had already resumed.

"Then why didn't I get my memories back?"

His gaze was suddenly drawn toward an object resting on the bed.

A pure blue feather.

He carefully picked it up before examining it.

"What is this?"

The instant those words left his mouth, countless pieces of information flooded his mind all at once, forcing him into silence.

Twenty seconds later... He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

Raising the feather into the air, he began writing through empty space while watching the bedroom mirror from the corner of his eye.

Glowing blue words appeared before him.

« Suddenly, inside Rin's bedroom, a supernatural phenomenon occurred. The mirror attached to the wall suddenly developed enormous cracks. »

The moment he finished writing... Large cracks instantly spread across the mirror as though it were about to shatter.

Rin froze in disbelief.

The information was true...? Whatever this feather writes becomes reality...? Is this... narrative manipulation?

Who sent this...? Countless questions flooded his mind.

Wait... The chained tree couldn't grant either of my wishes... so instead, it gave me the power to write a new story?

He slowly stood while staring at the feather. It was certainly an incredible—and terrifying—ability.

However, he couldn't celebrate just yet.

In the web novel he had written, there were beings completely unaffected by powers like this.

Worse still...

According to the information he had just received, the feather currently had severe limitations.

He couldn't simply wait for those limitations to disappear over time. Tonight was the beginning of the protagonist's story.

Suddenly, a woman's voice echoed throughout the room.

[ Charly welcomes the Host home. ]