The Transmigrated Novelist

As someone that had been writing fantasy novels for quite some time, Roy clearly had his own understanding and ideas about the supernatural.

Just like at the moment, he started to think of the current situation his body was in, on his own terms.

To be more exact, he was thinking that the Warrior Path was nothing more than the cultivation of his body, and inner energy, while training his body with it to make it stronger.

While the Mage Path was learning and understanding the laws of the Universe. Normally just understanding and learning the laws it was impossible to have this strength and outcome.

But natives of Navita seemed to be quite special, as their bodies, and their wills were able to have a much bigger effect on the surroundings, than the poor people of Earth.

If he would have to compare the two, he would say that everyone on Earth was just like some poor beggar on the streets, while people in Navita were all at least second-generation rich guys.

The difference couldn't be more obvious, as despite having the same composition, and the same structure, these guys in Navita were extensively ahead.

Well, he couldn't quite complain at the moment, as his luck had been quite amazing. Not only had he arrived in a World that seemed to have come out of his dreams, but he had also received quite the benefits.

He was a bona fide Nouveau Riche who had become rich in one night. He had hit the motherfu*cking JackPot!

Thinking like that, he couldn't help but have a desire to laugh out loud, as if to rejoice at his luck and opportunities, but the next moment he stopped as he truly stunk.

Without even waiting for a single instant more, he quickly cast a Water Ball magic above his head, and let it fall all over his body.

The Water Ball cleaned quite a bit of that blackish-red blood, but there was still a decent amount of it stuck in his body, that didn't seem like it would be washed away easily.

Well, normal water can't work properly in cleaning, he knew that simple logic from his knowledge of his previous planet Earth.

If he wanted to get rid of the smell, and the dirt he had to use hot water, the hotter the better. Thinking like that, he cast another Water Ball over his head, but this time beside it appeared a Fire Ball.

The Fire Ball seemed to be only around a fourth, or a fifth of the Water Ball in size, but what made it even more special was the fact that it carried less Magic Power as well.

Normally this was something extremely difficult to achieve, as only by ranking up slowly would someone learn to use better and more efficiently his magic power.

Yet, Roy was able to pull off something like that being only a Rank 1 Fire and Water Mage. Whoever saw him in Navita at this moment would swear that he was a heaven-defying genius.

But that wasn't all he was planning to do, as the next moment he did something even crazier, as he quickly merged the two Balls.

At first, the Fire Ball started evaporating the water as soon as it came in contact with it, but slowly the Water Ball was resisting until the two of them merged.

While the fire seemed to be lost after entering the Water Ball, the increased temperature in the water was clear proof of his plan having worked out.

That made Roy extremely happy, as this was a big step for the future. He was thinking of merging all kinds of magic particles, and all kinds of magic, thinking about their strength and usage.

He could feel himself tremble a bit in excitement as he thought about it like that, as he even forgot to pour the Water Ball down to clean himself up.

As he thought about that, suddenly he lost connection to his Water Ball, which came running down on his head, and all over his body.

That managed to startle him awake from his stupor, as he couldn't help but smile bitterly at himself, before doing the same thing once again.

After creating a hot Water Ball for two more times, Roy was finally cleaned on any dirt and bad smell, as he couldn't help but get up and have a look outside.

The moment that he came out of his tent, he could see that he attracted the attention of everyone in there, as there was a look of startle and surprise on their faces.

Despite the fact that his screams and the energy waves were quite suppressed his women, and the other people in Gaia could feel that he was going through some critical moment.

Furthermore, the moment he came out of the tent he seemed to have changed a bit. He was more mature and more handsome.

If he followed the path of a kept boy he would certainly be the number 1 in the industry. All the beauties couldn't help but stare at him, with a fervent gaze.

The only possible woman that wasn't affected by his new look, was only that naked prisoner, and that was because she was tied up, and blinded.

Even Amelia who had her eyes puffed, and red due to her extensive crying couldn't help but have another look at the new Roy.

Roy himself felt like the current him was an improved version of what he was before like he was a Roy 2.0 version of sorts.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Have you missed me that much!?"

"Yes, extremely!" Quite a few ladies were unable to control their emotions and hormones at that moment, as they accepted in a loud voice unconsciously.

But their embarrassment lasted only for a moment or two, as they were quickly reminded that everyone there was their man's woman.

Most probably even those that didn't say anything were feeling the same, but they had captured this moment to express it. Thinking like that it made them feel like they had taken a small step ahead.

Hearing that Roy chuckled in amusement, as he said,

"Don't worry, I will make it up to you soon! By the way, how much time did I stay inside that tent!?"

"A week Master!"

"Wha…" 

'Gowwwlll~!'

Eric couldn't believe what he heard as in his mind he had only stayed there at most a day or so, but who would have expected a full week.

As if trying to prove that claim, his belly started growling in hunger. By the loud noise, he could understand that it might truly have spent a week inside that tent.

Without saying anything he walked towards the Stone Altar, as he took out two Rank 1, and one Rank 2 beasts from his space ring.

"Cook these for me, I am extremely hungry!"

"As you wish Master!"

Gisella herself walked forward and picked up the food with Valerie followed by the rest. Gisella had the strength, and organization, while Valerie and her mothers had the recipes and cooking techniques.

A gentle smile appeared on Roy's face as he saw his women act in tandem and cooperate with each other, as he slowly made his way towards Amelia.

"Miss Amelia, I am really sorry for the loss of your father! I truly wanted to save him, but it was impossible, as I wasn't strong enough!"

Roy's words were sincere, as that was how he truly felt. While it wasn't a lie to say that Master Gorg's death liberated his path towards Lady Fiona his mother-in-law, he still didn't want him to die.

Amelia seemed to have felt his sincerity, but she still had her guard active against him, as she asked with a hoarse voice,

"What about those that did this to him?"

"The other two Rank 5 Masters were dead by the time that I arrived, and Master Troy had become a Rank 6 Fire Mage but was in an extremely weak condition.

I managed to kill him after a great effort, but I feel that the one planning all this wasn't just a simple Master Troy, but someone else!

If I am not mistaken, this was done in order to trap you and your mother into doing their bidding."

The moment that Amelia heard that the others were dead, she felt complicated. Surely she was happy that they were dead, but she felt a bit disappointed that she couldn't kill them herself.

She wanted revenge! She wanted a target! A target that was given to her by Roy's words. Even if Roy's conclusion and thoughts were complete bullshit and made up, she would still believe them.

As she needed a target to release her anger, rage, frustration, and hatred. And that was if they were bullshit, as in fact, Roy's words and conclusion made sense.

Certainly, Roy didn't expose the whole truth to her, like the fact that Master Troy was a Demonic path Mage, or that most probably he had led him here to absorb Master Gorg's strength, and vitality.

Or his thoughts about Earl Clark being a sadistic trash, that was connected to some Demonic cult, and that he would be much more difficult to deal with than she thought.

But he felt that it was better to keep these thoughts for himself at the moment. Not to mention that he didn't even have a proof for these claims.

Amelia's face turned pale when she thought that herself and her mother were guilty of her father's death, but color and anger surged inside her when she thought of the enemy, and her poor mother.

None of them had wanted something like this to happen, and yet it had happened…