"Now, how should I publish my travels? It will be exciting. And the people should know about the wonders that Sumatra has to offer." As he thought about it, it clicked into his mind as Inala jumped off the cliff, "Oh, I know exactly what to title it."
I'll Surpass The MC—The End!
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"It ended," His eyes grew moist as the youth slumped on his chair, dazedly staring at the ceiling. He felt out of energy, as if the adrenaline rush fuelling his function had just abated.
The ceiling fan in the room spun loudly, generating cold wind that chilled his body. He didn't seem to care and instead extended his leg after a while and used the toes to turn the knob of a heater.
The room grew warmer as he pulled up a blanket from nearby and slumped on his chair itself, falling asleep quickly after.
Morning, the next day, the youth got up and surfed the internet, "Should I read something new today?"
