Reincarnated into Another World With Chat GTP-Chapter 3: Titanheart Chronicles

Chapter 3: Titanheart Chronicles

I was back home.

The air smelled like old wood and boiled roots.

We were eating dinner—a single loaf of bread split three ways.

It was stale. Hard enough to knock someone out if you threw it right.

My mom chewed slowly. My dad didn't even look up. He just stared at the wall, like it owed him money.

"...So," I mumbled, breaking the silence. "I used up all the paper in the house."

My dad blinked. "What?"

"I was wondering if I could get more. Just a little. For drawing."

He slammed the table so hard, the bread bounced.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?! Do you even know how expensive paper is?! You think it grows on trees?!"

"...Actually, it does—"

"Don't get smart with me!"

My mom sighed. "Honey, calm down—"

"No! He wants money for paper! Paper!! Like we're nobles!"

"Wait, wait, wait!!" I shot up from my seat, arms waving. "Just let me show you!"

I rushed to the corner, grabbed the thick stack of parchment I'd hidden behind the firewood.

My baby. My masterpiece.

Titanheart Chronicles – Chapter 1.

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Panel by panel. Line by line.

I placed it on the table with both hands, like I was offering a sacred relic.

"...I made this."

My dad squinted. "What is this? Scribbles?"

"It's called... manga. It's a story told through drawings."

He snorted. "So you wasted paper on pictures? When did you even learn how to draw?!"

"Just read it."

He grumbled something under his breath but took the first page anyway.

I watched.

Quiet. Still.

He read about the walled cities.

About humanity living in fear.

About Erien, a young boy yearning for freedom.

And how, one day, the walls were breached...

And Erien's mother was eaten alive while he screamed.

The room was silent.

Then—

A drop hit the parchment.

Then another.

My dad...

He was crying.

His hand trembled as he clutched the final page.

"Wh...what is this...?" he whispered.

My mom leaned in, eyes wide. "Dear gods..."

"It's only Chapter 1," I said softly.

"I'm going to finish it. I'm going to share it with the world.

And I'm going to become rich."

[Estimated parental emotional impact: 100%. Mission Success.]

Then suddenly, my dad slammed the table again—but this time, with desperation.

"Then what happens next?!" he barked."Do they fight back? What's in the basement? What happens to Erien?! WHERE'S THE REST?!"

I smirked."...You'll have to wait for Chapter 2."

"But I NEED Chapter 2!!" he shouted, scrambling for his pouch. "Here—here, take it! All of it!!"

He threw every coin he had on the table—four silvers, seven coppers—more than I'd ever seen in one place.

"For paper," he said, breathing heavily. "Buy all the paper you need. Just—just finish the story."

I was frozen."...Dad?"

He didn't answer. He was still staring at the last page, lips trembling.

Then my mom, curiosity in her eyes, slowly pulled the stack toward her.

"Let me see what this is all about..."

She flipped to the first page.Started reading.Quiet at first. Then slower... slower still.When she reached the scene of Erien's mom getting devoured, she covered her mouth.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"This poor child..." she whispered."...This is unlike anything I've ever read."

I looked at both of them.Their faces, red and stunned. Their hands, shaking.

A smile tugged at my lips.

This was it.This was the start.The first two members of the Titanheart Chronicles fandom...Were my parents.