I Am A Matchmaker on Taobao - Chapter 49:

Amid the silence of the aftermath, a sealed envelope was found resting beside the fallen Infinity Blade. Its edges were worn, as though it had been carried for many years, yet the seal remained intact. Gok, known for his stoicism and strength, had written it long before the final battle, anticipating that one day his journey would reach its end.

Cole is a novel author.

He enjoys writing novels and even reading other's works as well.

But that's just it.

Reading and writing novels.

Those are the only things Cole enjoyed in his whole life.

And as the time goes by, even doing those are becoming boring for him.

But then one day, Cole recieved a mail!

The mail said that his work has been chosen!

In a contest? No.

Cole's novel was chosen by a Higher Being to make it a reality!

“What kind of bullshit is this?”

“Whoever sent this must have few loose screws in their head.”

Though, Cole didn't took the mail seriously.

“Huh?”

That is until he was sent in to his own novel!

Cole became Raven Obadiah of his novel!

Who is Raven Obadiah?

No Idea! He's just an Extra in the novel!

...Or is he really just an Extra?

After crossing the sea, he was reborn as a son of a wealthy family in Xiluobu Village in the East China Sea, and he has a lovely and clinging sister Keya.

Inhale the essence of the sun and drink the splendor of the moonlight.

Under the influence of Lanxius, has the fate of the characters in the original Donghai changed?

A bounty hunter came to the Great Route, to wield the power of the lunar sun.

Who said this world is dominated by navies and pirates, and bounty hunters have no share?

When the Peng Yi of the power of yin and yang ripped apart the sky, countless top powerhouses looked sideways.

“Is the world’s No. 1 bounty hunter coming?”…

- Description from novelbuddy

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…