The Transmigrated Novelist

No matter what happened, no matter what kind of pain he went through, no matter what kind of suffering he went through, he had to hang on.

Only those who could brave the winds and storms of the sea were worthy of reaching their destination. Whoever couldn't, could only wait for the sea to swallow and devour them.

The Roy of Earth clearly had some resemblance to this, but he wasn't exactly this type of guy. Neither the nerdy Roy was this determined and resolved, but his 'Master' was.

He was a man that had reached the peak of this world and had almost managed to become a Divine being.

Someone that could look at this small planet in disdain, and proudly claim that he was one in a billion, or even rarer.

Despite the fact that his 'Master's' memories were still inaccessible to him, his mentality, determination, and resolve had started rubbing off into Roy.

He was slowly growing and maturing from the mentality of a young man to that of a dragon among men. A rare existence that sought for the peak.

He wasn't even able to think properly at this moment, but he was still doing everything he could to keep himself awake.

He wanted to witness the process of his body's rebirth, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that he was stupid to have used that much of Magic Origin Milk.

To think that he was about to drink another one of his bottles because the first one didn't seem to work.

He could only thank whatever God or Demon out there that prevented him from doing a mistake like that, otherwise he would truly be done for.

Still, this pain was truly excruciating, every passing second he felt like death was becoming more and more of a sweet choice for him.

'Nooooo~!'

The moment that such a thought crossed his mind he immediately shot it down and started screaming as if he wanted to convince himself.

He would never choose death if there was even the smallest chance of him staying alive. There was no way that he was going to let death take him away without a fight.

He wouldn't accept his death even if King Yama came in front of him with the verdict of the Heavens and told him that his time was over.

No matter what, he would fight King Yama to the death, and if he couldn't win then he would just escape, and if he couldn't do even that he would try to take him down with him.

This was his determination, this was his resolve, this was his code.

Even though he felt like a nuclear bomb was destroying every cell of his body, he still had the time to think about things like this.

But the more he thought about these things, the more he felt like these were being etched to his soul like they were being carved into his very being.

This strengthened his determination and resolve to make this unbearable pain a bit lighter. In fact, it wasn't that the pain had become lighter, just that his will had become stronger.

His hands were clutched into fists, his fingers and nails were piercing through his hands. There was clearly blood coming out of his hands, but he didn't have the time to think or care about it.

In fact, if someone was able to look at him at the moment, they would find out that he was bleeding from all of his orifices.

That wasn't all, there were visible cracks all over his skin spreading through whole his body, bleeding as well.

What made the situation even weirder and incomprehensible was that the blood coming out of him had a blackish-red color, and a pungent smell was spreading through the tent.

There were cracks and blood even on his head, through his hair, and even down on his 'little soldier' and his family jewels.

Just kicking someone on his jewels was enough to give them a nearly fainting experience, while Roy was keeping his conscience despite the fact of those bloody cracks being open all the time.

…

Roy had no idea for how long he had managed to bear that pain, as slowly the notion of time seemed to have disappeared for him, and he didn't actually care.

What was important for him at the moment was that the pain finally started to subside and slowly a sense of warmth and coldness spread through his body.

That sensation seemed even more pleasurable than when he climaxed during his night activities making him want to shout right then and there.

But unfortunately, he had neither the strength nor the possibility as the next moment he finally lost conscience.

The change was too sudden, and he was unable to control himself properly. Furthermore, now that he didn't feel any more danger towards his life, he couldn't hang on anymore.

…

An unknown amount of time passed, as finally inside the tent Eric's eyes started trembling, and he slowly got up.

He felt his whole body sore like he had been sleeping for more than a year or so, and he had no idea what had actually happened.

He could only try his best to stretch a bit and crack his bones as he slowly started looking around him, and at his own body.

Immediately after, his nose was hit by some truly pungent and disgusting smell, that made him feel like he was standing inside some kind of a latrine.

He wanted to scream and curse at that moment, but at the same time he was reminded that he was the only person in this tent, so this belonged to him.

This was even more embarrassing, to think that a grown-up man like him was unable to control his needs and had shat on his sleep.

This was his greatest shame! No one should ever learn about this, as he couldn't help but look at his pants with a complicated look, only to be shocked by what he saw.

There was no stain on his pants, or to be more exact the stain wasn't only on his pants, but all over his body.

His full body was covered in puss, and in blackish-red blood, and the smell seemed to be coming precisely from that thing.

He was shocked! What the hell was going on? This clearly wasn't a normal occurrence right?

But then remembering what he had been doing before he fainted he completely forgot about the smell and the weird thing covering his body, as he activated his 'sense area' upon himself.

He wanted to know even the smallest changes on his body, he wanted to know what was so special about this Magic Origin Milk, only to be guffawed by what he found out.

His skin seemed clearer, fairer, and smoother. Just like the skin on the butt of a newborn baby, something that would make even the Divine beauties jealous.

Not only that, but his senses had become sharper, his 'sense area' as well. Now he could spread his 'sense area' up to 60 meters, and the accuracy was even sharper.

If earlier his 'sense area' felt like some kind of rusty knife, right now it was a brand new knife able to cut through steel like butter.

The blood circulation was smooth, as all kinds of magic particles were entering his body at a rate at least 10 folds of his previous one.

He felt like he had an affinity with each and every one of the magic particles around him like he was a kind receiving his vassals.

That wasn't all there was to it, on his conscience space, the magic clouds formed after he had started cultivating those elements had disappeared.

In their place now stood a peanut-sized core, covered in all kinds of colors. There was fire red, blue, transparent, purple, translucent like water, brownish, blood red, and a few others.

He had a strange feeling like these were only the colors that he was able to see at the moment, as there certainly existed many more that he was unable to sense right now.

He wasn't stupid to not understand what these colors represented, these were all his cultivated elements. And the dominance of the color depended on the depth that he had cultivated the element.

It was unbelievable, normally even a Human Mage would be able to form the core of an element only when he had reached at least Rank 5, and each element was its own core.

But Roy's core had been formed so much earlier, and if that wasn't enough all the elements he had cultivated were inside the same core.

He didn't know why, but he felt like this could only be a great boon. As he felt an extremely powerful energy contained inside that core.

If his core were to suddenly explode at that moment, he felt like it could equal the explosion of a semi-nuclear bomb, that could take at least one big city down.

Furthermore, he felt like he could add many more colors inside it as well, only making it stronger and more powerful, as it grew bigger.

But that wasn't all there was to it, as he felt something weird even on the space above his abdomen, and he immediately concentrated there as well.

Just like the core inside his conscience space, there was a small core in there too, as he could feel a strong sense of energy and strength coming from that too.

It was just like those Dantian cores of martial artists that he had written so much about. His brain couldn't help but think of something crazy at that moment…