Prologue

    The man in pajamas sighed deeply amid a large pile of books next to him. The moment the last book was closed, the large wooden clock in his room struck at the exact midnight.

    Those deep black eyes still reflected the excitement lingering from the books he had read, but as they met the minute and hour hands converging, weariness overwhelmed him, a feeling that could be described as more extensive than the forty-eight-volume adventure series he had just finished.

    ‘Why does the university semester have to arrive so dam quickly, my goddess.’

    He put the last book under his pillow. The two weeks that passed felt as if just a day or two, proving a theory once stated by a frizzy-haired scientist that doing what one loves can accelerate time unbelievably, just like a time machine.

    And yes, this was the last night before going to register for university.

    Deep down, the young man didn't want to go at all. He wanted to stay idle, do something, and live a simple life day by day without having to think too much.

    Even though the novel he just finished talked about adventures in forests that were full of goals, dreams, and could inspire him to do something. That inspiration appeared only briefly, for it wasn't of significant importance.

    Especially in a world of the novel that lacked magic or psychic powers, even though it contained some supernatural powers.

    ‘Someone said that fantasy is about the imagination, about things nearly impossible.’

    However, in the world he lived in, it was filled with magic, and it was normal for people to have psychic powers. Many incredible technologies had been invented, from communicating with the dead to appealing to deities, it had all become commonplace, even though some things might seem 'odd' or 'unusual'.       

    Seeing those things had changed his perception of fantasy novels. A world without magic, full of powerless people, that was the most fantasy-like for him.

    ...He still wondered what powers he possessed...

"It seems like God really hates my guts."