I had just finished one of the best games I have ever played, only to look up and find I was no longer in my room, but kneeling in the bloody sand of a colossal, sun-baked fighting arena.

How did this happen?

How did things go from playing a video game to being transported into the body of a background character within the game, who was exonerated and abandoned due to not having as much magical potential as the rest of the family?

…A character who was doomed to die a very horrible death right at the beginning of the game?

That was the first thought that formed in my mind as I finally regained consciousness.


I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to at least feel some pains in my body, but for some reason, I felt perfectly fine. In fact, it felt as if I had just woken up from one of the deepest, most restorative naps of my life.


'Since when did health elixirs work so quickly?'


I blinked a few times, and the next thing I noticed was that the soft, gray light of dawn had been replaced by the deep, star-strewn darkness of night.


'Wait… how long has it been since I blacked out?'


If I was feeling perfectly fine, then… at least a day or two ought to have passed. 


I pushed myself off the floor while also rubbing my eyes. That was when I heard Dion's voice:


I brought down my hand to see most of the party members by the fire, stuffing their mouths with large chunks of roasted meat.


Chapter 88 - Plans for the Next Grade