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My Class Job is Every Character I Love

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They were supposed to summon four destined heroes. Instead, they got a chaotic crowd of students, workers, grannies, and one college student who was just passing by. Accel Winchester didn’t expect to wake up in a throne room. He also didn’t expect to be told, “You weren’t meant to be here.” And when the royal priestess tried to send the extra people back home, the spell misfired, scattering all the ‘mistakes’ across the unfamiliar and magical world of Aetherion. Alone and stranded in a realm full of monsters, magic, and prophecies that don’t mention him, Accel should’ve been doomed. But as an avid anime watcher, manga reader, and comic nerd, he knew the tropes. He expected the Status Window… and it appeared. Class Job: Archivist of Fantasia. A class that lets him wield the abilities of fictional heroes from countless worlds—anime, games, comics, and movies alike. From swinging energy blades like a space knight to punching through mountains like a shonen protagonist, Accel’s favorite characters are now his arsenal. And while the “chosen ones” bask in their glory at the castle, the so-called mistake becomes something far more dangerous. After all, in a world that runs on destiny, what happens when someone starts writing their own story?
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