[Ron Irus — a background character in the novel Skybreaker Blade that I wrote back in college — had no real backstory.He appeared in three chapters, mentioned four times at most. Just an "NPC" who handed the main character a quest and vanished.
He was the kind of man no one would ever remember. No reader cared, and frankly, neither did I.
But now, I'm living as him — a nobody — trapped inside the very world I created.Me, the author, condemned to live through the kind of hell I once wrote for fun.
It's been two years since I ended up here. Two years of chaos, misery, and enough absurdity to fill an entire book on its own.Right now, I'm writing a journal about—]
A knock.Then shouting. Urgent, anxious.
In a messy room filled with scattered books and half-finished notes, a young man lay on his bed reading. He reached for a lamp, fumbled, and sent it clattering to the floor.
Before he could pick it up, someone burst in — waving their hands to conjure a spark of light at their thumb. A flash lit up the entire room.
The newcomer had black hair streaked faintly with red, sharp features, and an anxious look."We're out of time," he said. "They're here."
The man on the bed sat up — messy brown hair, golden eyes dull like unpolished brass. His gaze swept the cluttered desk, landing on a gold coin glinting faintly under the light.
He picked it up, bit it lightly, then reached for a long black coat and threw it over his shoulders."Describe them," he said, voice rough, calm — like someone dragged out of sleep.
"Four people," the newcomer, Lunas, replied while hurriedly packing a few things. "A mage in a white robe, blond hair. A swordswoman with her face covered. A man dressed like a common hunter, but his presence screams noble. And the last one… wore a silver mask. I couldn't see clearly."
"Good. Lock the door. We move with Plan A."
"You sure about that?"
"Do you even know who I am?"
I glanced through the window — mist shrouded the village of Lionus. Dark shapes drifted through the fog like shadows come alive.
This village had been my home for two years since arriving in this world. It meant something to me… but I'd have to abandon it now.
Looking down the staircase, I muttered, "They're three days earlier than I expected."
I pulled up my hood, hiding my brown hair and those unmistakable golden eyes. The gold coin on the table rolled slightly, catching what little light remained. I picked it up and tucked it into my chest pocket — the only proof of who I was, or rather, what I'd become.
Right now, I am Ron Irus — living inside my own story.And the four people outside? The heroes I once wrote.
I grabbed a bundle of papers from my desk and scattered them around the room. One sheet fluttered open, stamped with the words: One Line Intelligence Report.
"Let's go."
Lunas nodded and snapped his fingers — the light went out, plunging the room into darkness.We slipped into the tunnel behind the house, stepping down damp stone stairs that echoed tap… tap… tap through the cold air.
Above us, the front door exploded open — BANG!Boots stormed in, weapons clattered, and voices shouted:
"Find him! The information broker should be here!""Search for any documents or proof! Split up!" a woman's voice commanded.
I smirked.Go ahead. Search all you like.I hadn't planned on hiding too carefully anyway.
The tunnel led into the forest behind the house. Rain began to fall — light at first, then heavier, soaking through our cloaks. I kept walking.
A flash of blue flared in the distance — the mage had found the trail.
"Lunas."
"Got it."
He pulled out a small glass vial filled with thick black liquid and smashed it to the ground. Smoke billowed out, twisting like a living thing, until it formed hundreds of crows with glowing red eyes.They shrieked and dove toward the blue light.
Screams followed.Steel sang in the rain.
I didn't look back.
"Do you know who they are?" Lunas asked as we emerged from the forest, his breath fogging in the cold air.
"Of course," I said with a faint grin. "The royal judge's daughter."
Lunas froze. If she was involved, then the other three had to be that group — the so-called "New Generation Supernovas" or whatever nonsense title they went by.
"So... what's Plan A?" he asked.
He didn't know the details — I hadn't told anyone.
I turned to him, eyes calm but glinting sharp under the rain."Plan A is... to let them catch us."
"What the—" Lunas stopped himself before swearing out loud.
I nodded slightly. "We'll be captured. I'll clear myself with a setup I've already arranged, and we'll walk free."
"And me?"
"I'll help you too. You just need to memorize this."
I handed him a small stack of white papers. He stared, confused.
"If you already had a plan, why didn't you tell me earlier? And if we're supposed to get caught, why are we even running?"
"Because that wouldn't be fun," I said with a faint smile.
Lunas gave me a look — equal parts irritation and resignation. He'd gotten used to this by now.
"So what happens after?" he asked as the end of the tunnel came into view.
"Me? I'll take a nice long break at one of the top academies — Blue Light. As for you, you'll go free... but you'll keep the organization running. One Line doesn't sleep just because I do."
I spoke casually, but my tone cooled as a shadow appeared at the exit.
Tightening my grip on the gold coin, I whispered,"I'll be back soon..."