Moonlight Betrayal - Chapter 71

I, a HIKKI-NEET, suddenly reincarnated in another world as a prince, and was immediately deemed the weakest ever, with my life already in a pinch after being abandoned as a baby, being stared down by a huge beast!?

However, I could only use one kind of magic. It was close, but I was able to avoid a “dead end” in my first few days of being born using that magic.

Anyways, I just want to live a lazy shut-in life as an adopted noble with my one all-purpose magic, but…?

I was summoned to a ruined world and received the ability to create various things. Since I don’t have a house to live in I will make a house. Since people are gathering at my house I will make a town. Since the town is being attacked by monsters I will make the strongest weapon and repel them. Using my infinitely charging magic power I will remake this world as I please.

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

Found yourself here? why not read abit, its only 20 chapters. just a little bit of your time, who knows you might like what you see or perhaps you won't but a man can hope...***I was born in darkness and lived my life within it.But when the choice came, I willingly stepped into the light.Was it desire or a whim that made me do it?I don’t remember.I never had a name. They were foreign to me, yet I yearned for one. Why?I don’t remember.I remember how emotions once felt—how I couldn’t understand them.To me, they were like the flavors of ice cream.Now I can feel them, but they are too conflicting.Why do I feel sad, excited, and at peace while looking at the rain?Why are my feelings so conflicted, so contradictory, even over the simplest things?Was discarding so much of myself and becoming human worth it?My past self would say yes without hesitation.But in the present, I find myself wondering… hesitating.Was it really worth it? If yes,then why do I feel so empty?I can’t go back. I must walk forward without hesitation and regret.Perhaps this emptiness will fade with time.I can only hope.To my past self:I have achieved the goal you were seeking.I hope I didn’t let you down.I hope to make you proud.