Reincarnated into Another World With Chat GTP-Chapter 5: Investor

Chapter 5: Investor

The noble manor loomed ahead—tall marble walls, golden-tipped gates, and guards who looked like they hadn't smiled since birth.

This was Lord Halven Dros's estate.

The richest man in town. The one who could fund the future of Titanheart Chronicles.

I adjusted my cloak, clutched the three Chapters I'd worked my soul into, and stepped up to the gate.

"State your business," one of the guards barked, already scowling.

"I'm here to meet Lord Halven," I said, calm but confident. "I have something important to show him."

The other guard snorted. "You? A peasant? What, you got a love letter for his horse or somethin'?"

They both laughed.

I didn't.

"I'm serious."

"No entry without appointment," the first one said, crossing his arms. "Get lost."

Tch. I should've expected this.

They wouldn't let some random village kid walk up to their golden door with a stack of doodles.

I took a deep breath.

"...GTP, I need help."

[Analyzing current situation...]

[Solution: Mention you carry a rare and original story never seen before—crafted for noble eyes only. Use confident posture. Slightly raise voice for authority. Initiate 'Mystery Hook']

I straightened up. Tilted my chin. Projected my voice.

"Tell Lord Halven this: I bring a story that no one in this world has ever seen. One that made two grown adults weep in awe. And if he doesn't see it first—his rivals will."

The guards blinked.

They looked at each other.

"...What kind of story?" the skeptical one muttered.

I pulled out the top Chapter.Held it forward.

"Just read this. If you think it's garbage, I'll leave."

They scoffed.

One of them grabbed it and flipped open to the first page.The other leaned over his shoulder.

The first panel hit: Erien, staring up at the Wallbreaker Giant, wide-eyed in horror.

Then the second: The wall crumbling. Screams. Chaos.

Then the next: His mother, trapped under rubble. Her final words. The moment the giant grabs her.

"...What the hell is this?" one guard whispered.

"Keep reading," I said quietly.

They did.

Page after page.Their hands began to shake slightly.Eyes wide.Mouths parted.

By the time they reached the last page—where Erien swears to kill them all—they were dead silent.

Then—

"...No way..." one guard breathed. "This... this is real emotion."

The other one looked at me, eyes watery. "He just wanted to save her..."

"...Where's the next Chapter?" the first one asked, gripping the pages tightly.

I grinned.

"There's more. But not for you."

They straightened up immediately, now treating me like I was wearing a royal cape.

"...T-Titus," he whispered to the other guard, "go... go get someone."

[Persuasion Successful.]

* * *

I sat on the edge of a velvet chair that probably cost more than my entire house.

The noble estate was ridiculous—crystal chandeliers, gold trim on the doors, a floor so clean I felt like apologizing for stepping on it.

Finally, the doors creaked open.

Lord Halven Dros walked in.

Tall, sharp eyes, well-dressed, and carrying the energy of a man who made five people cry before breakfast.

"I heard you had something... interesting for me," he said, sitting across from me. "You certainly stirred up my guards."

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"They cried," I said. "Hard."

"Hmph," he raised an eyebrow. "Let's see if it was worth the drama."

I placed the three Chapters of Titanheart Chronicles on the table between us and slid them forward.

"...This," I said, "is called manga. It's a story told through pictures and words—like a novel and art merged into one."

He didn't respond. Just started reading.

First panel: silence.

Second panel: leaning in.

By the time Erien screamed while watching his mother get eaten... his expression cracked.

His eyes widened. His hand gripped the page a little tighter.

When he hit the last panel—Erien's vow—he slowly set the pages down.

And for a long second, he said nothing.

Then—

"...Who drew this?"

"I did," I said.

He looked up at me. "You?"

"With help," I grinned.

"...This is... revolutionary."

"Exactly."

I sat up straighter, dropping the pitch like I was born for this.

"This world has never seen this kind of storytelling. It's visual, emotional, dramatic, and addictive.

And I don't plan on stopping at just three Chapters."

He listened, quiet.

"I want to produce hundreds of copies. Sell them in markets. Expand to cities. Maybe even train other artists under me one day. But right now—"

I paused.

"I need funding."

[Presenting investment plan: Engage noble pride and greed. Confidence: 110%.]

"I'll handle the art, the stories, the buzz.

You? You get the glory of being the man who funded the greatest cultural revolution in history."

"...And the profits?"

"We split."

Another pause.

Then—

He stood up.

"Someone get this man some money."