MTL - Doraemon: My Nobita! Join Chat Group - Chapter 300

Kai had always been into fantasy stories—knights, mages, epic battles, and especially the whole “hero vs. demon king” thing. But out of all the crazy tropes those stories had, the one that always stuck with him the most was hypnosis.Then one day, while walking out of a store, fate hit him like a truck—literally. He shoved a woman out of the way, saved her life… and promptly died. Classic.But instead of fading into the void or getting some sad funeral scene, Kai got the “Congratulations, you’re reincarnated!” treatment. New world, new rules, new him. Total fantasy package.He was told he could pick three abilities to help him get started. So what did he choose? Strength? Magic? Swordsmanship? Nah. Kai picked hypnosis. Because why not have a little fun with mind control in a world where dragons and demon kings exist?Now, with his powers unlocked, Kai’s ready to dive into an adventure full of excitement, danger, and a little (okay, a lot) of debauchery. And hey—if he ends up saving the world while he's at it? Even better. All thanks to hypnosis, of course.*DISCLAIMER*This novel will be a fun adventure story, not to be taken seriously. If you just want to laugh, have fun, enjoy a super overpowered MC, and lots of lemons (maybe), then this story is for you. If you're here for an intricate, thought-out, crazy foreshadowing story with stakes, then this story ISN'T for you, so shoo, go away!

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

Weary reader, it is an honor for you to choose this book in this heavy, dark library room.

Somewhat sadly, the book is sick.

Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of the book cover,

The words written in the old days are like parasites rooted in the pages of the book, hoping that someone can observe their wriggling,

To feel, to analyze, to touch the story of the disease.

If you insist on borrowing this book, be sure to check your physical condition regularly.

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