Chapter 17: No tittle for a book (Blanc sub stories)

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-1 month and 09 days in Gamindustri-

"Passport please?" As he handed over the passport, he looked over the cloud from afar as it about to form into a heavy cloud.

"Ah... seem the winter storm are coming again." Said the post guard.

"Winter storm on... summer?" Hiki looked at him with questionable. 

"You see.... when you about to enter Lowee continent, always wear yourself something thick like jacket, scarf and so on." Entering to his post, he gave him a small package that seem fit inside a jacket.

"What is this?" He's taking it as he inspecting it. 

"Those are 'hot packs'. In case you need something warm for this cold weather." He said based on his description. He continued. "Also... if the storm get worse, find some shelter and asked to stay momentary once the storm already calm." With the advice he gave, Hiki soon continue to move on towards the next continent and prepared for worse. 

-Several minutes later after entering Lowee-

".... *shivers*...." As soon the storm came, his vision were clearly blinded out by the massive fall of it and his body were being blew by the extreme temperature that he never felt before. Continuing through the storm, he bring out the hot pack from his pocket waist and start to squeeze it.

The heat of the hot pack begin to emerge and he immediately put it inside of his jacket as quickly as he could before he could the snow came into him.

"Haa... haa... haa..." Panting over the heat it make, he decide to pull over for a moment to wipe off the snow from his visor. Cleaning up with his glove that he wear, he look over the wind that blew from.

'This is wasn't ordinary storm....' He looked closely  by squinting his eyes and he soon reǎ̵̧̛̗̱̗́̽̔͝l̶̢̥̺̬̪͈͖̬̙̬̍͒ͅĭ̸̧̡̞̠̩͚̮̭̦͎̐̊̃͑̏͂́̕̕ͅͅz̶͈̲̤̪̙̓͜e̷͕͆...


-Meanwhile in writer chamber-

"MONIKA!!!!!!" He called her names in shock. At that time Monika rushes in and start to hold writer in worried.

"W-what's the matter? A-are you alright Writer-kun...?" She asked.

"Haa.... haa... Monika... did you altered the story a bit...?" Writer asked as he looked at her with and scare and suspicious.

"E-eh.. I didn't do anything but... why?" After hearing the answer, the writer get out from the room and headed to his 'working bench'. Once opening the door, he found the source that he written had already being by unknown black liquid. To Monika, this is a surprising thing that she experience after 'that'event. However, the writer seem to calm and begin to take his work away from it. As soon he grabbed it, a voice begin to echoes inside of his head.



"̷̼̲̦̤͇̪͚̜̤̗̺͍͂̈́͝D̶̢̧͖͇͈̫̘̐̄ͅo̵̝͌̆̏ǹ̸͍̳͖̳̟̦̩́̒͊͑̂̊̈̒̽͘͘͜'̷̨̫͕̇̏͗̾͊͌̇̈t̵̯̲̺̥̖̀ ̸̝̱͍͓̳̮̯̲͉̝̇̂y̶̢̧̪͇̺̰̬̰͖̹̥̣͌̃̔̑̓̈́̚͝͝ȍ̵̺̘̘̜̻͑͒́͝ü̶͔̮̹̈́͐̾ ̷̱͔̩̳͈̣̦̱͇̲̣̝̀̐͗̑͑͒͝d̵͕̩͈̤̙͇̅͊̽͑̉̄̓ạ̷͓̳̒͋̀͂̏̊̇̀̓̒̚͜ŗ̷͉̖̜͉̬̣̾̄͐͒̽́̀̂̈́̎͘͝è̴̠͕̻̖͖̖͚̭͉͑ ̴̧̢̲̣͔̳̦͎͓̰͍͚͊͛́̈́̅̅͐̕t̷̛̛͕͔̹̂̔͛͆͊̇̌̕ọ̵̧̪̮̜̮̹̼̈́̅̋͑͂͘ ̵̺̦͆̔̈̐̀̂͜ȩ̶̥̮̼͔̜͚̤̗͓͙͕́̊̄̂̂̃̄x̷̧̢̟̟͈̣̔͒̚p̶̲̩̣̻̀̓͗̊̌͑o̵̼̕s̴͚̼̒̅̀̊̀̆̐͜͝ͅę̸̬̲͓̓̍͗̚d̵̛̻͓̩̒̉̈́̈͗̌̈͐̄̈́͘ͅ ̶̺̦͇̓̑̍̚͠ũ̷̢̢̝͙̮̫̖̥̦̯̮͎̎̑̇s̵̡̱̲̭͈̘̬̲̗̳͐͌͒͂͊̏͗̾͌͜͝!̸̗̤͍̋̊!̵̱̭̍͛͗͛!̵̨̨̬̦͈͈̿̑̍̒̀̓͜ͅͅ!̵̙̘͙͎̆̈͆͂̔!̷̹̮̯̗̯̿̒̕͜!̶̢͋"̶̨̰̟͔̣̼̇̉̑͂̾̋͑̊̉̈́



"̸̛̱̣̹͋̄̋̂̔̇͗ͅẂ̸̳͍̭̺͔̻͌͠ẽ̵̩͓̲̳̳̰̺͊̆͆͐͒̿͘͜͠ ̷̯̗̞͓̖͉͇͙͎͕̲̐̇̎̈́̈́͜ä̶̛͙̻͓͔̲̙́̽͌̏́͗̍̌͆̚͜r̸̖̣̮̈́̂̋é̷̢̡̲̻̦͕̳̺́͒͑̈́͂̽̑ ̷̫̰̒̈́̐̄̊̀͐̂̚͘t̸̨͉̹̺̦̰̦̋̿̂h̸̛̟̝̙̺̬̙͆̊̓̿́̏̆͂͌̚e̵̯͛̑͐̄͛̐̈̾͆̆́͠ ̸̺͔̈̄̅̂͝r̷̡̛̼̝̪͑͊̈̌̓̏͆̆́ę̷͉̺̝̱̤̺͕͊̀̾̇͑̈́͝ả̸͔̳̘̬̫͍̰̅̿̔̑͋͝s̴͇͚͖̭̲̙̠͉̄̉̽͂̈̾̏́͝͝ò̷̲̰͔͗̏̃̾͑̈̋͂ṇ̶̨̞̻̻̫̜̬̺͇̣̼̄͋̄͛́̌̊̄ ̵̡̨̲͔̮̗̗͂͋̏́̏͑̆͗͊͋͊̈́t̸̢͙͒͂̿̑̃͆͑h̵̜̒̉̆͌͛̏̇͠į̴͈̤̖̖̦͚̋̀͝s̷̢̡̫̖̰̪͙̰̝̼̚ ̷̧̡̰͗̂̋̃͛͠͠͠ś̶̡͚̦̿̒͋́̑̆̀̀̊̿t̵̛̳̘̰̟̮͑̾͛͊̀̓̆͌͝ơ̴̢̛͚͓͔̰̽͐̒̄͊̑͒͘͘ŕ̵̺̤̗̍̒̀̾̚͝y̴̡̗̹̰̱͚̞͊̈́̀̌̐́̂̈́̇̓̏͐͜ ̸̡̨̦̻̝̪͈͍͔̘̐̑̃̈́̔̕ͅc̴̰̟͚̬̗͍̾͊̑̆͝o̷̧̪͔̳͊̔̑́͘͘͠ų̶̨̨̛͉̹͍̲̠͍̊̄̂̔̂̑͐̈̄̔̚͜͜l̷̩̻̻͎͊̓̂͋͊̅͘d̶͓͊́̂͒͂ ̴̺̬̽g̸̨̢̡̛͍̩͎͖̯̰̞̠̖͑̀͊̉ö̴̼͎̤͓̺͈̖̭̰́̃͆ ̶͓̞̟̿͒̚ǫ̶̨̭̞̰͕̟̥͍̣̞̗̒̏͛̈̓̊̍͗͘͠n̴̢̫̜̹̰͍̗̻̺͚̿ͅͅ ̸͉̬̭͖̱̘̈͐͛̄̑̈́̈́a̸͖͇͙͂͌̀͒̍̓̓̑̀͐̚n̵̛̼̙̫͂̀͌̇̄̆͊͜͠d̶̯͆̓̅͑̽͒̓̈́̂̾͝͠-̴͚͙̫̤̬͔̗̞̯̮͖͂̈́͜-̴̠̻̑͛͝"̶̡̧̹̣̳̦͕̺͉̎͆̒̍̓̋̑̓̕̚ ̸͇̬̎̀̊͋̆̈́͂͆́



Ignoring to the voice, he handed the book to the Monika.

"What should I do with this book...?" Monika with worried and yet speaks in lower tone.

"Put it inside my chamber for now." He response as he begin to walk himself to the kitchen. However... he stop for a moment and looked at her. "... You... didn't see me fully naked aren't you?" That question only make her to develop a bright red shade over her cheeks and immediately leaving him only.

'Heh... I guess she did. But....' he looked back at his 'working bench' who already being spilled by unknown liquid and questioning. '... how did those liquid from... Monika wouldn't able to control because could only being done someone.....' before he could mention the person name.. he facepalmed himself and start to chuckle out of nowhere and remove his palm from his.


"You really couldn't resist to end us all even the event already huh..~" He begin to talked to himself but he attention begin to focus over the creator.

"Oi oi... you think we should..." Yes.. we had to before it could start to corrupting everything that we done.

"No! It's your stuff. Mine stuff is this story and yours are back of the data you know. Don't you dare to include we inside of it." And so.. he- "Stop narrating. I'll be back with those thing. Never in my life I had to do it one more time..."

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A/N: Ok... this the only I could post for now. The real content of the suggested tittle will be available on next chapter. So... see ya

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