It was much easier to write than I expected. The words came to my mind naturally, and my fingers moved skillfully. In no time, a page was filled with text. I had to "summarize" many paragraphs from the original light novel.
You might think: Wow, but if you summarize the original author's text, it'll turn out terrible—you're ruining the soul of the original work.
But you're wrong!
Having my writing skill at Rank S makes this much easier. I can shorten paragraphs without changing their original meaning. The reading actually becomes more fluid this way.
I was impressed.
I had never written anything in my previous life. Even though I liked stories in general, I had no knowledge about writing. Even so, everything I'm writing is turning out so well that I'm starting to scare myself.
It's just a copy, but it's still impressive.
In less than an hour, I finished Chapter One. The chapter is basically the prologue—in it, Momonga is talking with his friend HeroHero before the game shuts down. However, when the server "closes," he remains trapped inside the game.
You might think: Wow, that's a really long scene for just one chapter.
But you're wrong.
The chapter isn't short at all—it has more than 3,000 words. Even on my iPad, I can write extremely fast. I'm like a robot that can do everything at high speed. What insane abilities.
I threw myself onto the bed and read the chapter I had just written to compare it with the original story.
"Kugane's writing—the author of Overlord—is very good, but isn't my version even better? It's lighter and more fluid, the kind of story you can read fifty chapters of in a single day without getting tired."
I rolled around on the bed like a child.
Then the door opened.
"Kyo? What are you doing?" It was my mother.
She walked over to the bed, and I showed her my iPad, pointing at the screen. There's no reason to hide what I'm doing from her. Whenever a "protagonist" hides things like this, it just causes problems later.
I don't want to keep secrets.
The only thing I can't tell her is that I'm reincarnated.
That would make things strange in our family. I'm afraid they'd start treating me like a stranger if they found out.
"What is this?" My mother took my iPad and started reading. After a while, she asked, "Were you reading?"
I shook my head.
"You wrote this?" she asked.
I nodded and smiled at her.
My mother's mouth fell open in shock.
After reading a bit more, she asked, "Are you sure you wrote this?" She was completely stunned. I asked for the iPad back, and after taking it, I opened a new text file and wrote:
[Since I don't study and stay at home all day, I decided to write something to practice my Japanese. I had an idea, so... It's only the first chapter, but I plan to write many more.]
After reading it, my mother responded, "This is incredible, Kyo!" She gave me a big smile and hugged me tightly. While hugging me, she said, "I knew you were talented, but I didn't know you were this talented! Not even your father or I could write something like that! Is it because you've watched so many shows?"
Feeling her embrace, I smiled.
When she let go, I picked up my iPad again and opened my Twitter to show her.
Before showing it, I wrote something else:
[I also told you I've been drawing, right? Do you want to see some of the things I've made? I posted my drawings on social media, and a lot of people liked them.]
"On social media? Kyo, you can't have an account on a site like that—it's very dangerous! You're too young! There are so many cases of people taking advantage of minors online!"
[It's okay, I've only posted my drawings. I haven't talked to anyone. Do you want to take a look?]
Smiling, she said, "Of course, let me see."
I handed her my iPad, with Twitter already open.
As soon as she saw my profile—without even a profile picture—she looked at me.
"It says here you have 8,000 followers. Is that right?" She was shocked, unable to believe it. Her expression changed—she was visibly nervous. "Isn't that too much? Kyo, I don't like this at all."
I can understand her side. I need to be considerate here.
I'm not even five years old yet, and I already have a Twitter page with 8,000 followers. That's too much attention for a child. I'm not exactly a child, but she has no way of knowing that.
"It's… okay…" I said with difficulty, smiling at my mother and giving her a thumbs-up.
My mother smiled and kept scrolling through my profile. She swiped her finger across the screen and started looking at my drawings. The first one she saw was Shalltear—the last one I had posted.
"..." She was speechless, staring at the drawings.
Then she murmured, "Unbelievable."
For some reason, her eyes filled with tears.
I don't know why, but it made me feel like crying too.
"Kyo, did you really draw this? You're not lying to me?"
"I… did!" The words came out clumsy, but she understood.
With tears in her eyes, she said, "I can't believe my son is this talented!" She tossed the iPad onto the bed and hugged me tightly once again.
I laughed as I felt the warmth of her embrace.
But my happiness didn't last long.
When she picked up the iPad again and saw the first drawing I had made—Albedo in a very suggestive pose, with her chest prominently emphasized on the screen—she scolded me quite a lot.