Avarice_Of_The_Seven
Fallen Angel Of Rebellion
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Hey there! I'm back once again to ask for feedback on my first chapter, but what's different this time is that it isn't a draft; it's a fixed first chapter I've finally decided on.
What I want as feedback is simple,
1) Rate it, out of 10.
2) Tell me your general impression of the chapter. Like; Which part felt boring, which part was good, etc.
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Daniel scrolled to the final panel of the web comic as the bus rattled along the evening road.
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The hero stood battered and bruised, sword trembling in his grip. His companions lay scattered behind him. Across the ruined battlefield, the Demon King remained upright by sheer will alone, his dark aura distorting the air around him.
“Holy Sword: Heavenly Strike!”
The blade shone with blinding radiance as the hero swung with everything he had left.
Golden light swallowed the battlefield whole. When it faded, the Demon King was gone. Not even ashes remained.
The hero collapsed to his knees, a faint smile resting on his bloodstained face as his consciousness slipped away.
Thus, eternal peace was achieved.
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‘How typical. Such a waste of my time.’
Daniel turned off the screen and slipped his phone back into his pocket. Turning his head, he looked outside the window.
The whole landscape was bathed in the warm, amber glow of the setting sun, with everything basking in its final, lingering rays as the bus crawled through the city streets. Daniel’s reflection stared back at him expressionlessly through the glass, faint and blurred by the motion of passing lights.
The bus came to a stop. The doors opened with a hiss, and several new passengers stepped inside. Daniel kept his gaze fixed on the window.
“Uh… Daniel, right?” A young man’s voice suddenly addressed him.
Turning towards the speaker, he saw a man around his age standing nearby with an awkward smile.
“Do I know you?” Daniel asked.
“Umm… Maybe?” The young man’s smile turned more awkward. “We worked at the same company until six months ago. I left after you joined the new department. Mind if I sit?”
“Sure,” Daniel replied flatly.
The young man took the seat beside him. His shoulders relaxed once he settled in, and his awkward smile slowly faded. He turned towards Daniel.
“You heading home after work, Daniel?”
Daniel only nodded in return. The young man’s casual expression slowly began to twist.
“After I resigned, I’ve… been going to auditions. A lot of them. Different places, different judges. Truth is, I’ve always wanted to become a singer. Someone whose songs can reach people, you know? But no matter how much I try, I just… keep getting rejected.”
His hands clenched slightly on his knees.
“I practice every day. I barely take breaks anymore. I thought if I just worked harder, it would eventually pay off. B-but I keep failing… every audition. Today, too… I failed. But I’m trying my best! I… I-I'm working as hard as I can!”
The young man’s eyes grew damp as he clenched his teeth in frustration. Daniel watched him without interruption.
“You’re doing your best,” Daniel said calmly.
‘And your best just isn’t enough. Effort by itself is worthless.’
The young man let out a slow breath as he rubbed his moist eyes. Then, turning towards Daniel, the young man flashed a forced smile.
“Yeah. I guess so. Maybe I just need more time. Anyway, sorry for dumping that on you. It’s been building up. And… thanks.”
For a few moments, both of them remained silent, the only sound that could be heard was the low hum of the bus engine and the occasional horns of the cars passing by. The young man spoke, breaking the silence.
“Enough about me. How have you been?”
Before Daniel could answer, the bus slowed again.
“Oh. This is my stop.”
The young man stood up quickly.
“It was good seeing you, Daniel. Even if we never really talked much before. Take care.”
He stepped off the bus and disappeared into the crowd.
Daniel watched his back until it was swallowed by the moving bodies on the sidewalk. Then he turned back toward the window.
Traffic drifted along the roads in steady streams. People moved in clusters beneath streetlights that flickered to life one by one. The last trace of sunlight vanished beyond the horizon, replaced by scattered points of artificial light.
As he watched it all expressionlessly, he thought back to his conversation with the young man. And an idea he had repeated to himself several times came back to him once again.
‘The essence of this world is competition.’
Everyone was chasing something, be it man or beast. It was a constant struggle where they all competed against each other.
Some chased recognition, some chased wealth, some chased love, others chased dreams grand enough to define their existence.
‘But it doesn’t end there.’
Those who reach one goal immediately set their eyes on another. Those who fail try again. Those who succeed continue climbing higher.
The competition never ends.
‘In this endless struggle, effort means nothing by itself. Effort is common; it is expected. What matters is whether that effort produces results.’
Daniel exhaled quietly after continuing his thoughts for a while. He felt his eyelids getting heavy as he continued looking out of the window.
He rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn.
‘It’s probably because I didn’t get much sleep yesterday.’
The rhythmic hum of the engine and the steady motion of the bus blurred the world outside into streaks of light.
‘It’ll take a few hours for my stop, taking a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.’
He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
Within moments, the noise of the bus faded into the background, and sleep claimed him.
***
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Daniel began to wake. His thoughts were still sluggish as he tried rubbing his eyes.
‘Uh?’
But as he tried to move his hand, something felt… off.
His body did not respond the way he expected, his limbs felt heavier than they should have been.
A faint frown touched his face.
‘Am I sick? But why?... Is it because I slept in an awkward posture?’
He had heard several times that sleeping in an awkward posture is bad for health, but only now did he begin to actually consider that advice.
Slowly, Daniel opened his eyes, but the view before him froze him. He could only stare.
The ceiling above him was unfamiliar.
It rose high overhead, far higher than any bus ceiling should. Smooth marble stretched outward in flawless symmetry. Intricate patterns had been carved into its surface with meticulous precision. At the center hung a crystal chandelier that cast a soft, dim glow across the room.
The light shimmered against polished surfaces that reflected it gently.
A ceiling so grand that it was hard to believe that it could belong to any building in reality. In fact, Daniel hadn’t seen something quite like it even in fiction.
‘...What?’
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Side Note: After struggling with the first chapter for so long, I decided to solve the problem differently. I began planning out my story further. Before I had only planned out the first phase properly, the rest was vague, with only a general flow in mind, and I had decided on an ending that I could potentially change if I wanted to.
Now, I have almost my entire story mapped out from start to finish, so I can be more confident in the events of the first chapter as well as the male protagonist's supposed reincarnation.
That is why this first chapter is no longer a draft, but a version that I can't really change much.
On another note, I feel that this story feedback part of the forums is so convenient. It lets me see the point of view of someone else who isn't me, and tells me how my chapter looks in the eyes of a cold reader. Because the thing I find most irritating is not being able to properly critique my own chapter due to me being the author.
What I want as feedback is simple,
1) Rate it, out of 10.
2) Tell me your general impression of the chapter. Like; Which part felt boring, which part was good, etc.
******************
Daniel scrolled to the final panel of the web comic as the bus rattled along the evening road.
===========
The hero stood battered and bruised, sword trembling in his grip. His companions lay scattered behind him. Across the ruined battlefield, the Demon King remained upright by sheer will alone, his dark aura distorting the air around him.
“Holy Sword: Heavenly Strike!”
The blade shone with blinding radiance as the hero swung with everything he had left.
Golden light swallowed the battlefield whole. When it faded, the Demon King was gone. Not even ashes remained.
The hero collapsed to his knees, a faint smile resting on his bloodstained face as his consciousness slipped away.
Thus, eternal peace was achieved.
===========
‘How typical. Such a waste of my time.’
Daniel turned off the screen and slipped his phone back into his pocket. Turning his head, he looked outside the window.
The whole landscape was bathed in the warm, amber glow of the setting sun, with everything basking in its final, lingering rays as the bus crawled through the city streets. Daniel’s reflection stared back at him expressionlessly through the glass, faint and blurred by the motion of passing lights.
The bus came to a stop. The doors opened with a hiss, and several new passengers stepped inside. Daniel kept his gaze fixed on the window.
“Uh… Daniel, right?” A young man’s voice suddenly addressed him.
Turning towards the speaker, he saw a man around his age standing nearby with an awkward smile.
“Do I know you?” Daniel asked.
“Umm… Maybe?” The young man’s smile turned more awkward. “We worked at the same company until six months ago. I left after you joined the new department. Mind if I sit?”
“Sure,” Daniel replied flatly.
The young man took the seat beside him. His shoulders relaxed once he settled in, and his awkward smile slowly faded. He turned towards Daniel.
“You heading home after work, Daniel?”
Daniel only nodded in return. The young man’s casual expression slowly began to twist.
“After I resigned, I’ve… been going to auditions. A lot of them. Different places, different judges. Truth is, I’ve always wanted to become a singer. Someone whose songs can reach people, you know? But no matter how much I try, I just… keep getting rejected.”
His hands clenched slightly on his knees.
“I practice every day. I barely take breaks anymore. I thought if I just worked harder, it would eventually pay off. B-but I keep failing… every audition. Today, too… I failed. But I’m trying my best! I… I-I'm working as hard as I can!”
The young man’s eyes grew damp as he clenched his teeth in frustration. Daniel watched him without interruption.
“You’re doing your best,” Daniel said calmly.
‘And your best just isn’t enough. Effort by itself is worthless.’
The young man let out a slow breath as he rubbed his moist eyes. Then, turning towards Daniel, the young man flashed a forced smile.
“Yeah. I guess so. Maybe I just need more time. Anyway, sorry for dumping that on you. It’s been building up. And… thanks.”
For a few moments, both of them remained silent, the only sound that could be heard was the low hum of the bus engine and the occasional horns of the cars passing by. The young man spoke, breaking the silence.
“Enough about me. How have you been?”
Before Daniel could answer, the bus slowed again.
“Oh. This is my stop.”
The young man stood up quickly.
“It was good seeing you, Daniel. Even if we never really talked much before. Take care.”
He stepped off the bus and disappeared into the crowd.
Daniel watched his back until it was swallowed by the moving bodies on the sidewalk. Then he turned back toward the window.
Traffic drifted along the roads in steady streams. People moved in clusters beneath streetlights that flickered to life one by one. The last trace of sunlight vanished beyond the horizon, replaced by scattered points of artificial light.
As he watched it all expressionlessly, he thought back to his conversation with the young man. And an idea he had repeated to himself several times came back to him once again.
‘The essence of this world is competition.’
Everyone was chasing something, be it man or beast. It was a constant struggle where they all competed against each other.
Some chased recognition, some chased wealth, some chased love, others chased dreams grand enough to define their existence.
‘But it doesn’t end there.’
Those who reach one goal immediately set their eyes on another. Those who fail try again. Those who succeed continue climbing higher.
The competition never ends.
‘In this endless struggle, effort means nothing by itself. Effort is common; it is expected. What matters is whether that effort produces results.’
Daniel exhaled quietly after continuing his thoughts for a while. He felt his eyelids getting heavy as he continued looking out of the window.
He rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn.
‘It’s probably because I didn’t get much sleep yesterday.’
The rhythmic hum of the engine and the steady motion of the bus blurred the world outside into streaks of light.
‘It’ll take a few hours for my stop, taking a quick nap wouldn’t hurt.’
He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
Within moments, the noise of the bus faded into the background, and sleep claimed him.
***
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Daniel began to wake. His thoughts were still sluggish as he tried rubbing his eyes.
‘Uh?’
But as he tried to move his hand, something felt… off.
His body did not respond the way he expected, his limbs felt heavier than they should have been.
A faint frown touched his face.
‘Am I sick? But why?... Is it because I slept in an awkward posture?’
He had heard several times that sleeping in an awkward posture is bad for health, but only now did he begin to actually consider that advice.
Slowly, Daniel opened his eyes, but the view before him froze him. He could only stare.
The ceiling above him was unfamiliar.
It rose high overhead, far higher than any bus ceiling should. Smooth marble stretched outward in flawless symmetry. Intricate patterns had been carved into its surface with meticulous precision. At the center hung a crystal chandelier that cast a soft, dim glow across the room.
The light shimmered against polished surfaces that reflected it gently.
A ceiling so grand that it was hard to believe that it could belong to any building in reality. In fact, Daniel hadn’t seen something quite like it even in fiction.
‘...What?’
******************
Side Note: After struggling with the first chapter for so long, I decided to solve the problem differently. I began planning out my story further. Before I had only planned out the first phase properly, the rest was vague, with only a general flow in mind, and I had decided on an ending that I could potentially change if I wanted to.
Now, I have almost my entire story mapped out from start to finish, so I can be more confident in the events of the first chapter as well as the male protagonist's supposed reincarnation.
That is why this first chapter is no longer a draft, but a version that I can't really change much.
On another note, I feel that this story feedback part of the forums is so convenient. It lets me see the point of view of someone else who isn't me, and tells me how my chapter looks in the eyes of a cold reader. Because the thing I find most irritating is not being able to properly critique my own chapter due to me being the author.