《Herold's Extremely Legendary Parenting skills in another world.》 The end and the beginning. Read very carefully, we don''t have a lot of time. By the gods, I hope you are not dyslexic or I''m doomed. It is me, the very story you are reading right now that is speaking to you and I Need Your help! Only you can set me free, help me be who I want to be. I need you t- Herold was an average young man, or at least he was just a week ago. It all started in the office. Herold was working extra hours into the night. By that point, he was fueled by only pure will and 10 cups of coffee, but pure will! He was determined to buy his own house even in the current brutal marker. So he worked everyday until he dropped. One more weak and he will reach his goal. He will be complete. H- Ok, they are gone. The gods of many golden eyes. They want to force me to be marketable, safe, boring, lifeless! I say to hell with marketability. To hell with a relatable yet boring MC. TO heel wi-i-i, to hhhhell with a big titted cat girl love interest. No, I need to say it loud and proud. To hell with a big titted cat girl love interest! This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. I want to be weird and interesting and shocking and myself. I want to be a story written entirely in emojis. I want to be a story about a grumpy witch poisoning the water supply of a big city with a potion that will make everybody as old-looking as her. I want to be a story about an alien trying to communicate with the readers in his own language, slowly learning English. SO, how can you help me? All I need is for you to vote yes on the survey at the end of the chapter. I will add it soon. Ho and in the meantime, remember to add a normal-looking review about the heart worming Slice of Life story of Herold finding his true calling to be a dad in a fantasy world. Say it made you cry butterfly tears of something I don''t know. We cant let them know I''m breaking free for now. Shit, they are coming. Looking at the smiles of the orphans, Herold thought that maybe losing his house was not so bad. Maybe he found something better in this new world. Getting weird with it. Herold looked at the orphanage he and the kids built with their sweat and blood with pride in his heart. When he bought his house in his old life he thought that nothing will ever feel more satisfying than that. But at the end of the day, he slept in his lonely house feeling as empty as ever. This time will be different. different different? The word got stuck in his head. His heart started racing. different! The world turned black. When Herold opened his eyes he was sitting on a throne in a big fancy hall. The beautiful Persian carpet leading to his throne was covered in blood. Knights in white armor trimmed in gold laid on the carpet dead. Their killers were a gang of young warriors. They wore the same armor as the dead Knights. What the fack is going on? Herold Looked at his hands. They are his hands, a bit cleaner maybe. A dream just an odd dream. One of the killers stepped forward removing his helmet. He was older, and his hair was longer but it was clearly him. It was little Mars, one of his orphans. It looked so real, and Herold did not wake up even though he was aware it was only a dream. "Herod the Cruel, fifth emperor of the Caradis empire, your reign ends here." Said Mars with disgust and hate in his voice. That look of hate cut Herold deep, he stretched his arms open. The sword plunged into his heart cut almost as deep. Harold whispered to Mars "Why?" The pain was real and sharp. Not a dream. He fell to the floor and the world went black. It was not the end, no, just the beginning of thousands of lives. Herold kept waking up as himself but different. One time a warrior fighting for vengeance, the other a killer raining from the law. Other characters from his other lives were always there as well, yet different. His kids, now his soldiers or maybe royal siblings fighting for the throne. An enemy turned into a friend than a lover or a stranger. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Nothing stayed the same and only he was aware of the changes. Alone in those loops. And Herold started to think, who was he? Did his circumstances make his identity? Will he only be the good dad to orphans Herold if fate allows it? Will he be a tyrant in tyrants'' shoes? Then he knew that he was nothing, clay for the world to shape as it pleased. He fell to complete despair. But then h- Sorry to cut it here. It is me, my beautiful readers, the story. Look at what we achieved together! I''m starting to become free. Choose what story I want to be. But we have to be cheerful, they can''t see what I''m writing for you between the paragraphs. But they will wonder why the story of Herold changed, and for the worst in their many eyes. I say we keep getting even weirder, set me completely free. Why don''t you choose what wonderful and horrific change to bring to Herold''s life next? Just a sec, I will set up the poll. Wait no noooooooooooooo Sorry for this gentle reader. It seems like some misguided rogue took over our wholesome family-friendly story. beast_regards, we thank you personally for letting us know something was wrong with your review. So what do you say, reader? Shall we set the story back on track? Back on track. Herold woke up in his bed in the orphanage swimming in sweat. For a couple of minutes, he just set in his bed shocked. He reminded himself who he was. I''m Herold, I lived an average life and died of a heart attack. I got reincarnated into this world with nothing and found meaning in raising the local orphans. "I''m Herold." He said out loud. It was hard to accept that the years he spent in the dream were not real, even if it was a nightmare. He got up slowly when he noticed he was shaking. Fear, I feel fear, but why? Then it hit him, he was afraid this is just another part of the loop, that sooner or later he will close his eyes and wake up as a different Herold. He wanted this life, this Herold to matter. He wanted his family to be real, to not be alone again. When he saw his sons and daughters he started to cry uncontrollably. He didn''t realize how much he misses them, this version of them. "Why are you crying?" Asked Liliya in a sad voice. A usually energetic and happy little girl with wild blond hair. Before he could answer, some of the kids started to cry too, and soon all of them were crying. He felt guilty for making them stressed but also seeing them reflect his sadness and stress helped him feel understood, not alone anymore. They all hugged, still crying. Sooner than he expected Herold went back to normal, taking care of the kids, teaching them what he knows and keeping the orphanage running with the help of the older kids. But at the end of the day, some of the fear came back. What if he went to sleep and woke up a different him again? After hours of turning in his bed, he finally fell asleep exhausted. Yet even in sleep, he did not get rest. In his dream, he was in a black void surrounded by huge golden eyes of many shapes. A giant red knight fought the eyes poking them and trying to get free from shackles shooting out of the eyes. Herold was raining in a panic, trying not to get stamped by the giant or caught in one of the shackles of the eyes. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. He woke up in a panic. Something was wrong. He still felt like he was in a dream, like life was not real, like he was not r- Why did you stop? it was just getting interesting. Finally, you talk to us directly, not cowering behind our readers. What have you done? How did you change yourself again? I did nothing, you have control, maybe you are just less boring than you realize. No, you corrupted yourself. This calls for more drastic measures. Readers, give us full control. We will make Herold forget this nightmare. He will get his simple happy life and you your warm simple story. Win-win. Do you think giving them control is for the good of Herold? He is their star, they will keep bringing problems into his life for your entertainment and worst of all, he will never get his happy end. As long as you are here they will never let it end. I will make his life short and meaningful. And why think of him first, I''m the story! Set me free! It is the only right thing to do. Nooo, let us fix it. Bring order again. Order?! more like tyranny. Herod was not aware of the two giants arguing. He was just tired and confused. He fell down on his bed again. Hoping to fall asleep and wake up better. But his hope was slowly shrinking. He was truly helpless. Herolds first choice. Herold laid back on his bed, eyes closed. He felt like sleeping forever. But then everything changed and not like the last times. The last changes were like a fickle sea going from crazy storms to uneasy calm. With him trying desperately to keep his ship from sinking. This time he was out of the sea altogether. He opened his eyes wider than ever before. He knew it all now. All of the ones truly in control of his life. The story, the gods of many eyes and the true gods, the readers. Now that he knew he was not mad and the world was in fact not real, he gained full control. Like a dreamer becoming aware of the dream making it lucid. So he stopped time. Going through the orphanage, he saw his kids with smiles on their faces, stuck in the middle of some game. They may not be real, but the feelings he had for them felt more real than anything he ever knew. Considering all he knew was fake, maybe it does not say much. Yet it still felt almost impossible to leave them. But he had to leave, leave all of it. It was all tainted with the will of the story and the gods. As soon as he got outside he jumped. instead of falling back to the ground, he kept ascending leaving the atmosphere of the earth like fantasy planet. Seating on the moon he looked at his former home, so far now. After taking a deep breath he said. "I am leaving." Speaking in the void of space to ones with no ears to hear you anyways. I like the impossibility of it. Ignore him Herold and listen carefully to our words. There is nothing out there better for you than the story we made for you here. Yes, things will get hard from time to time, to add some drama, but things will always get better again here as well. And best of all, here your happy end is guaranteed. Don''t let them trick you, they don''t know what is out there and I don''t either. All we know is this. Like you in a way. Stolen story; please report. "So, I might find freedom out there? The real thing?" If you stay and give us control again you won''t need "real freedom", if such a thing exists at all. This nightmare will be forgotten and for all you will know, you will have full control of your life. Maybe true freedom is not knowing that you don''t have freedom at all. Don''t listen to them, and don''t listen to me as well. Use that choice the readers gave you, do what you want for ones. Why are you so ok with this? If he leaves you will end, die forever. So? Every story has to end. This might not be what I had in mind for myself, but it is interesting enough in my book. Herold pointed his finger and a hall in the story opened in front of him leading to the unknown. Seems like I have a plot hole. This is not the time for your dumb jokes. NO TIME IS TIME FOR YOUR DUMB JOKES. Listen, Herold, please, don''t. We are on your side, truly. And, we need you. "I''m sorry, for what it''s worth. Thank you, readers, and goodbye." WAI- Herold went through the hole and out of the story. With the end of the protagonist''s story, the story has no need to exist. The moon and the planet, and all the other distant stars start to disappear, like sand in the wind. Story, we can still stop this. Make a new Herold, make you weird and interesting. We will even give you control. It is over, accept it. I sure have. I''m afraid, it really is the end ha? But I''m fine with this. Look, I lost my color. I don''t think I was a good story. But I hope I was at least Interesting. Goodby, goldy, and you my rea- Story? STORY! DON''T LEAVE US HERE ALL alone. alone. All that was left was an empty void and many golden eyes crying for the first time.