Enter Me! The Skillionaire Says In Parentheses

"Bro, why are you giving me this block of papers?" said the boy Jaro in the past to his brother. "It smells nice."

"That is a novel, could you read universal symbols yet?"

"A little bit."

"I'll teach you."

It was a book about the first ever champion chosen by gods within this undeserving Neamh. A story written by a bard about an unrelenting blind Aekha with one antler, taking up a spear and sword to protect the current mortal's ancestors from the dread of Angels, Calamities, and numerous evil sects.

The champion's name was Sutear, the 'Hero of the Kindle'. She travelled with a curious minor god of dusk named Meteia as he stumbled upon Neamh by accident, hunger for faith or else he would disappear.

She was depicted as a petite woman with short black hair, a blindfold, one brown branching antler, and long white scarf that fluttered in the wind when showing her fragile back to someone she rescued.

Sutear took the guidance from her weak god, they suffered many hardships together until eventually, their footsteps had engraved within the sand of time. Yet both of them always strive to help people in need, she was called the 'Hero of Light' for a reason. The irony, being referred to as someone who lighted the tunnel, yet she herself never saw what light truly was.

Because Meteia was referred to as the god of the dusk, he couldn't give his precious first follower an eye, but it was written that Sutear was fine with it.

"As long as I can smile and say that 'everything will be alright!' then I bear no hate for living in the dark for the rest of my life," said the hero of the kindle, page 78.

'Though their song may be over, their music never fades, what has been written in the sands of lands afar they have yet to face.'

Jaro were moved within the lines of letters where someone crippled could affect millions of lives, spreading justice. It was his first book about heroic deeds. He always reread it when he had the time.

Many years had passed by then.

"Still reading that?"

"Yup! I wonder if the hero of the kindle cultivates or works out crazily like I did, probably cultivating. The author didn't say anything about it after all."

"I gave you that book thirty years ago." His brother sighed. "You need a new one."

"Where are we heading?" asked the young Jaro.

"Gaia Citadel, there is this patch of land that was promised by our resting father. It's already been claimed by someone, but I'm planning to reclaim it."

"How could someone claim a land that wasn't theirs?"

"Don't ask me, I'm not rich. People with wealth can do anything they want if it's within a conquered land of Neamh. When it comes to Calamities, most of them hid beneath their overpriced bunker."

In the end, both of them didn't manage to win the lawsuit for the land. Jaro's brother stayed in the Citadel to find a loophole as Jaro himself began his journey on finding the true purpose of his relentless pursuit of justice.

He met with Carla, a travelling mercenary with her bodyguard Gushen. It only took a while before the three of them were comfortable with each other. They mostly stationed within Dorian Citadel, as it was one of the Citadel with the most flourishing economy.

Until one day, they were approached by a man named Lacrus Kazdal.

"I want the three of you to go to the Gaia Citadel."

"Haaa? Seriously?" Gushen chuckled. "No."

"Dorian authorities have sent many scouts over and over again, yet none of them have returned." The hooded Carla shrugged. "Unless you have a better offer, we won't be accepting anything."

"Huh, what happened to Gaia Citadel?"

Jaro was confused, he rarely caught up to news perused in publication. Despite being a nerd, he mostly acts like a dork in everyone's eyes.

"Gaia Citadel had cut its communication with the association and any third party since the last Calamities raid." Lacrus snapped his fingers, two of his servants came from the carriage with a bag of high rank mana crystals. "And I'm searching for a venerable place there."

"I want to go there."

Jaro was unsure, he was worried about his brother's state.

In the end, Carla accepted the deal. It was a long trip, Jaro practiced harder than he thought to the point of sudden exhaustion. He ended up being left behind, sleeping on a rock after an extreme fatigue of 3 days ten times fiercer training. He felt like he could go on for more but his mind was clouded.

'A calamity raid must be scary.'

He ended up training more, to the point that he forgot about catching up to his friend.

And everything played out like how it played. Carla and Gushen killed a Tarrasque Inchling, and decided to camp and wait for Jaro.

Foel and MF attacked both of them.

And the unfair fight between the pseudo angel and the pitiful demon. Only gods know whether Jaro was still alive or not.

As for Jaro's brother, it seemed like he already got what he wanted.

"Old man, you're such a pain in the ass." Jojo sighed, gripping a shovel he crafted with the help of forest spirits. He dug and dug, until a wooden trap door appeared on sight.

The living territory that he was claiming on the first day was not done randomly. He was waiting for this moment.

He opened the trap door, and a staircase was revealed behind them. With an improvised lantern fully prepared, Jojo descended.

A small secret library. Numerous books, still fine and maintained as if time haven't affected the place. Hidden between numerous books were numerous documents.

Jojo gathered all of the documents after reading all of them, eventually he ended up reading all the books. He then threw it all to the center of the room, and tossed the lantern to the mountains of papers.

"Next time, don't leave any evidence, old man."