The story is over. I'm sorry. I hated how it started and I hated where it was going. I hated that it was just a shitty version of Rising if the Shield Hero. I hated how bullshit and unrealistic I made him in the beginning it's not my style and I hate stories with a practically perfect protagonist. So now, it's cancelled.
I will be recycling this though. The real reason I hadn't cancelled sooner was because of Clint. I reflected myself onto him, and I haven't changed from that yet. I still want him in stories, and I still have plans for him.
The next time you see Clint Muksinov, he'll be adventuring in a better world. He'll still have guns.
Here's the cancelled chapter. Again, I'm sorry and this little amount of paragraphs doesn't make up for it, but it's what I got.
3rd Person
Clint looked back at his old companion. The first person in this new world that wasn't a bitch. Oh, I guess Moatsu fits in that category too. Clint offered some hard alcohol to Rosalie, which was declined. "Suit yourself, lightweight." Clint said chugging down the bottle as Rosalie sits next to him.
"What have you been up to? You know... since the framing. Just so you know, the people in the capital trust you and are calling out the law." Clint took another swig before answering. "Saved a slave, recruited a shady guy, and raided a dungeon successfully." Rosalie was perplexed at how little help his explanation of his journey was.
Rosalie gave out a nervous and confused laugh, " Eheh... I guess you've had quite the adventure. Moatsu's been very adventurous too. Maybe the two of you could share stories some time, right Clint...? Clint?" Rosalie only just noticed Clint passed out on the edge of the lake.
Rosalie let out a groan. "I hope your new party can help you." She looked at the bottles of whiskey. She silently reached for it when Clint subconsciously slapped her hand while in his sleeping state.
Rosalie sighed and walked back to where she was staying. Clint sat in the dark, blanketed by empty alcohol bottles. On that day, the legend of the Lake Rust Ravager was born.
When Clint finally made it back to the inn where Narisha and Dominik stayed in, he didn't expect to see his Neko ally staring at Dominik with anger in her eyes.
"Woah, what happened here?" Clint eyed the two. "She hates me because of a family crest on my side."
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Summoned to a new world with one hell of an arsenal -CANCELLED-
FantasyClint Muksinov, an average 21 year old. Likes normal things, quite a gun nut, and the world's biggest fuck you... gets hit by a plane brought down by a building which was made unstable from a truck. Essentially Truck-kun, Plane-Chan, and Apartment-S...
