The Novelist System: Writing Story From Memory
Chapter 1: The Missing Tales
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The sun poured lazily through the windowpane, its golden warmth doing little to comfort Arlen as he lay on the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling. The fan above spun slowly—one of those creaky old ones that sounded like a dying bird trying to take off. Another morning in this strange, too-familiar world.
It had been a week since he woke up in this place.
Not heaven, not hell. Just Earth. Or something like it.
The streets looked the same. People dressed the same. Same smartphones, same TikTok scrolling addiction, same YouTube thumbnails. McDonald's still had the same clown logo, and Starbucks charged an offensive amount for a cup of warm bitterness.
And yet, something was off. Deeply off.
When Arlen had first tried to distract himself with his old coping mechanism—anime and manga—he found a void. A void so wide it made his heart sink.
There was no One Piece. No Naruto. No Bleach, Hunter x Hunter, Death Note, Attack on Titan, nothing.
In this world, Japanese manga existed—but it had never evolved into the cultural revolution he knew. Instead, this world's entertainment diet consisted of cliché rom-coms, shallow fantasy harems, and emotionally dry slice-of-life stories with no true stakes.
Even their bestsellers made him yawn.
It was like walking into a library where every book had the same recycled soul.
He sat up slowly and reached for his phone—a plain black thing with fingerprint smudges all over it—and opened "Starnovel," the local version of Webnovel. It was the closest thing to what he remembered.
He had already scanned through their rankings. The top books were all titled things like:
"The Ice CEO's Secret Baby"
"I'm the Villainess But My Husband is a Dragon Prince"
"Transmigrated as a Weak Trash, I Became The Demon King's Fated Lover"
He scrolled a little more. Romance. Fantasy. Romance. CEO. Villainess. Cultivation-lite knockoffs.
No pirates. No ninjas. No shounen.
He whispered under his breath, "What kind of world is this?"
The walls didn't answer. They never did.
He sighed and stood, walking over to the small desk beside the window. A used notebook lay open, scribbles across the page from when he'd tried to recall Luffy's crew from memory. He'd stopped at Franky. Somewhere between Chopper's backstory and Robin's quiet sorrow, he'd teared up. Not because he missed the story—but because the story didn't even exist here.
And he was the only one who remembered it.
A knock echoed from his mind. Not the door.
Something else.
Suddenly—just like that—a blue translucent screen popped up in front of him. No sound effect. No dramatic light burst. Just a soft glow, as if the air itself was politely tapping him on the shoulder.
[Welcome, Host.]
[Activating: Novelist System.]
[Skill Unlocked: Memory-Based Novel Writing.]
His lips parted, breath shallow. "…What?"
Another screen blinked into place.
[The system will now assist you in writing and publishing novels based on stories stored in your memory. Original names, chapter titles, arcs, and world-building elements will be preserved based on your mental recall.]
[Please note: The better the memory, the higher the quality.]
He blinked several times, then laughed under his breath. "Is this… a joke? Am I going insane?"
The system did not respond.
But neither did it disappear.
[Would you like to begin writing your first novel?]
His hands trembled slightly, but not out of fear. It was excitement. It was purpose. It was a spark he hadn't felt since the moment he realized this world had no Straw Hat Pirates.
He sat down slowly, fingertips hovering over the keyboard of his cheap laptop. It wasn't much, but it would do.
The blue screen hovered beside the monitor like a helpful assistant.
"What do I call it…?" he muttered.
Then smiled.
"One Piece," he whispered.
He typed the title into the "Create Book" section of the StarNovel website.
Book Title: One Piece
Genre: Adventure, Action, Fantasy
Tags: Pirates, Epic Journey, Devil Fruits, Nakama
The system chimed silently:
[Would you like to begin with Chapter 1?]
Arlen nodded. "Yes. Let's start at the very beginning."
The system wrote:
Chapter 1: Romance Dawn
"Wealth, fame, power. The man who had acquired everything in this world, the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger…"
The words flowed into the screen, formatted like a proper light novel, yet keeping the charm of the original. Every phrase was pulled from the depth of Arlen's memory and laid bare on the page.
Tears welled in his eyes as he watched the scene unfold—the moment Roger smiled before his execution, the moment he shouted about the treasure. About freedom.
This world may not have had One Piece.
But it would now.
He uploaded the chapter.
And the system didn't stop.
It kept suggesting chapters to upload. Arcs to label. Summaries to insert.
[Suggested Update Schedule: Daily]
[Chapter 2: They Call Him Straw Hat Luffy]
[Word Count: 2200+]
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the posted chapter. It sat on the website like a tiny seed in a forest of pink pastel CEO romance novels.
He had no idea how it would be received. Whether people would click, or even care.
But somewhere in his chest, the emptiness began to fade.
He had purpose now.
And stories to tell.
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Thanks For Reading
By Mr.Midnight_21
To be continued…
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