AuthorThe Typewriter Warrior

“How do you know I’m the Chosen One?” John asked. “Your look. Your manner. Your personality. They are all so amazingly average. Nothing about you stands out whatsoever. It’s an achievement by itself to be this—” “I got it.” John cut her off. Lyndzee also nodded. “Yes, I get it too. Been saying it from day one. Anyway, why are you lying to us?” Ms. Sten let out a long sigh. “The Magical Pen is too...

An hour of rowing later, they arrived at the Stationery Village. The sun was rising, and the whole island was covered in cyberpunk colors: the sky was muted violet, the air was tinted in purple, and in front of every house was a glowing lantern in neon pink. “So cool. So trendy. So creative.” S.K. couldn’t stop turning his head in 360 degree, literally, his head could make a full rotation like...

4AM. The sun had not risen yet. John Doe and the gang were in a fishing boat, floating endlessly somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean, their vision obscured by a mysterious fog. On the Big Tech Map, the Stationery Village was located on an island near the coastline. But after they got in the boat, they traveled for hours without reaching the destination, or even worse—they were lost in a water maze...

Wise Mentor and the five chosen ones were sitting in a tiny basement, staring at each other passionately. Outside, the snowstorm was at its peak, and from here, they could hear the winds roaring outside and the screaming of John Doe’s aunt and uncle upstairs. “Do you want me to kill them? My fee is high, but I’ll do it for free this time. Consider it charity.” Viper asked. He was frowning...

“Welcome to your destiny, chosen ones! An epic adventure is awaiting you. A chance to become the ultimate hero—by defeating the Supreme Dark Lord.” An old man with white, long beard was standing in a gothic castle, smiling at five people in front of him. His eyes were tiny, almost like just two thin lines. He talked slowly in an old, deep voice that made him look compassionate and approachable...