Reincarnated into Another World With Chat GTP-Chapter 10: The Next Project
Chapter 10 - The Next Project
Chapter 10: The Next Project
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Lord Halven sat in his private study, the glow of the fireplace dancing across the marble floor.
A glass of aged wine in one hand. A thick, leather-bound volume in the other.
Titanheart Chronicles.
He smirked as he turned the pages again, even though he'd read them dozens of times.
"...What a genius story," he muttered.
He remembered clearly—
That day when Sam Avencroft stood before him, dusty and determined, with nothing but a few papers in his hand and a mad idea in his eyes.
Back then, he had invested 30 gold coins—not a small sum, even for a noble of his rank.
But now?
That investment had returned thousands.
Not just in coin...
But in power.
In influence.
In legacy.
The books had become a cultural weapon.
Everyone wanted a copy.
Nobles. Scholars. Military commanders. Even royalty.
And Sam?
Sam was writing faster than anyone thought possible.
Chapter after Chapter, day after day.
Not just written—drawn.
With art so vivid it haunted people in their dreams.
Halven hadn't expected it.
He thought it would be decent, perhaps unique...
But this?
This was legendary.
People had doubted him.
Not to his face—never. But he could tell.
That subtle doubt in their eyes when he first spoke of the "peasant's book."
Those same people were now elbowing each other at private auctions, throwing gold just to get one copy.
He swirled his wine and let out a quiet laugh.
"Sam Avencroft... I wonder how far you'll go."
He wasn't just writing a story.
He had reinvented storytelling.
He built a printing empire.
He crafted a new form of literature.
And Halven... had a front-row seat to all of it.
He looked at the flickering fire.
This wasn't the peak.
No... this was just the beginning.
The beginning of a genius.
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The afternoon sun bathed the royal study in golden light.
Princess Serenia sat by the window, tea untouched, her gaze distant.
A knock came.
"Yes?"
A royal attendant stepped in and bowed deeply.
"Your Royal Highness... news regarding Titanheart Chronicles."
Her eyes sharpened immediately.
"...Chapter 3?"
"Yes, Your Highness. It was released today."
A rare glimmer of anticipation flickered in her chest.
She set her teacup down with care. "Then bring me a copy."
The attendant hesitated.
"...That is... I regret to inform you, Your Highness... the Chapter was released in extremely limited quantity. Only one hundred copies were made available."
Her expression remained still.
"...And?" she asked, her tone as level as ever.
"They are... already gone, Your Highness. Not a single one remains on the market."
Silence.
The attendant bowed deeper, guilt dripping from his voice. "I apologize. The demand far exceeded expectations. However, we will continue searching. If any copies surface, we will—"
"It's fine," Serenia said quietly.
The servant paused.
"...Of course, Your Highness."
She gave a slight nod. "Do your best to acquire one. Discreetly."
"As you command."
When he left, the silence returned.
She sat there, unmoving, still perfectly composed.
But something inside her wasn't calm.
A strange, tight feeling in her chest.
Like something had slipped away just before she could grasp it.
Was it disappointment? Frustration? Envy?
She didn't know.
All she knew was that she needed to read it.
And for the first time in years...
Princess Serenia truly wished she were anyone else.
Just so she could be out there—chasing that story like everyone else.
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"GTP..."
[Yes?]
"...GTP."
[Yes? I'm listening??]
"...I'm bored."
[...]
It had been five days since I launched Avencroft Publishing.
The machines were running.
The staff was trained.
Distribution was smooth.
And I'd written up to Chapter 20 of Titanheart Chronicles.
Now?
I had nothing to do.
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Just me. My chair. And a suspiciously shiny desk I probably overpaid for.
"Got any ideas?" I asked, resting my chin in my palm.
[What is your goal?]
"Hmmm..." I kicked my feet up. "To take over the world?"
[...]
"...Maybe?"
[Clarify: Social, political, military, or economic domination?]
"I dunno. Power? Fame? Gold? That sort of thing."
[Understood. Your name holds significant value now due to your writing. It's time to expand your influence beyond literature.]
"I'm listening..."
[What about developing a missile-launching gun-shooting armored veh—]
"Shut up."
[... Canceling suggestion.]
"...What about making more money?" I asked, stretching.
[Your current wealth already exceeds that of a low-ranking noble. But if you wish to increase income streams... consider this:]
[People in this world are not familiar with serialized storytelling. Most books are one-and-done stories. A single impactful tale could change the market.]
"A single book, huh..."
I stared up at the ceiling.
Something clicked.
A certain anime movie came to mind.
Arguably the greatest one ever made.
The one that shattered my soul and made me cry like a baby on a bus at 3AM.
"...What if I made that?"
[Are you referring to Your Memories?]
"...Yeah."
[A tragic romance set around a celestial event. A comet that splits the sky... and two souls—connected across time and space—who begin switching bodies in their dreams.]
I felt something stir in my chest again.
[It is a compelling narrative. A love story told through time and memory. But it takes place in a modern world. You would need to adapt the setting to fit this one.]
"...You can do that, right?"
[Of course. I can translate trains into magical rail-beasts if you'd like.]
"Good. Then let's get started, shall we?"
