Rebuilding The Magic World's

Chapter 00: Thrown Into the Middle Ages

Unlike the characters in a novel who point to the cool and charismatic side of a hero, I am an ordinary person of most people in this world.

Nope.

I want to call myself that unfortunately I'm a little different, my appearance looks geeky with neat hair and big glasses, she said, every time I pass people they won't care about me like an advertisement on a street board.

Even so.

How people judge me or what they think I do not care, I do not intend to be friends with them or vice versa, all I want is to live as is without lying to myself.

It's not that I underestimate people who are carried away, it's just my thoughts.

I walked in a crowded corridor where at the end there was a large room for students to study without being disturbed.

Right, I mean the library.

Even though I was in college, I was only 15 years old which made me the youngest person on campus. I opened the big door and found dozens of neatly arranged shelves, I thought I would read all these books one day but I didn't know when it would be finished.

Unlike the usual day I would go to the back row of the shelf, I guess the book there was very rarely read by someone.

One of the books caught my attention, I picked it up and cleaned it out of the dust to read the title.

"The Secret Behind the Witch Hunt."

This is a book I rarely find anywhere, I sit on the floor and look at the whole thing, little can I say that some witches aren't the bad guys most people think they are.

In this period, witches were the incarnation of demons that loved to kill humans, eating children for the sake of eternal life and other rituals.

The more I read it the more it turned into something horror, my stomach felt nauseous as if my stomach was boiling along with the blood in my body.

I didn't know how many hours I'd spent reading this until I arrived at the very end of the page, I saw several blank pages until strange writing suddenly appeared.

*S**save the last witch, then you'll find out the truth*.

Whatdoes thatmean?

When I thought about it a light appeared from the book and suddenly I felt something strange, it was like someone had been riding a roller coaster on a playground, my head was dizzy, my breath was heavy, I felt like I was going through a roller coaster ride, my heart was beating faster than it should, every sight before me seemed to fade away.

I tried to stand on my legs while my hands held on to the bookshelf.

"What the fuck?"

I tried to scream for help but my voice did not come out as if someone had snatched it.

In that unbearable confusion I heard a small voice coming into my head.

"Kill the witch."

"Kill."

"My family died because of them."

"Kill."

The sound became clearer and clearer when I realized that the library I had seen before had changed.

I felt around me that many people, even though my eyes were still blurred, I took off my glasses and I realized I saw everything clearly.

Everyone beside me shouted while cursing people they hated, they all wore clothes that looked as ancient as in medieval times.

Compared to all that surprised me was the presence far in front of me, there appeared a blonde girl standing bound by a rope while some people stood beside her preparing to hang her.