Nameless Extra? I am the Supreme Primordial!!
Nate should have known better than to pick up his roommate Jared’s latest obsession.
Jared had been raving about a fantasy novel, claiming it was “the best story ever.” Nate, ever the skeptic, decided to borrow it—to prove how incredibly cliché it was.
Flipping through the first chapters, Nate saw it all: melodramatic monologues, tragic backstories crammed into paragraphs, endless speeches about justice. He couldn’t help himself and muttered to himself:
“As expected”
Unfortunately, the author he offended wasn’t just a writer.
He was Eltharion, the Supreme Primordial—the being who wrote the novel and the world it takes place in.
Next thing Nate knows, he wakes up in a different body.
Not a hero.
Not a rival.
Not even a proper villain.
He becomes Othriel Veyndral, a pretentious young noble who appears briefly in the prologue just to die. A forgotten extra, one with an unfortunate backstory, a name readers forget immediately.
And once Nate recognizes where he is, he finally remembers the novel’s absurdly long title:
“The Everlasting Hero of Pure Eternal Justice.”
Nate mutters:
“…What kind of title is that? Did the author swallow a thesaurus?”
Right on cue, a laid-back system materializes and declares:
❝Your mission: make the story more interesting.❞
Consequence for failure?
Nothing, serious. At least, for him.
He’d simply “lose the chance to inherit the mantle of the Supreme Primordial.”
As if Nate asked for that kind of cosmic responsibility.
So Nate decides on the simplest path: survive, relax, upgrade his lifestyle using his noble status, and maybe destroy the hero’s harem.
But then the system updates.
A new message appears:
Eltharion had already chosen him as his successor—
not out of necessity,
not out of destiny,
but because it made Nate’s transmigration far more entertaining.
A cosmic joke. A divine prank. A bored god’s personal reality show.
Now the world’s script warps around Nate.
Characters gravitate toward him instead of the protagonist.
Events that never existed begin unfolding.
He wanted peace.
Fate wants drama.
And the universe keeps asking the question he’s trying to avoid:
Will he stay a nameless extra doomed to die in the margins…
or act upon the title he never asked for—
the chosen successor of the Supreme Primordial—
and shake the world to its core?
Thus begins the tale of Othriel Veyndral—
a forgotten extra,
a reader who mocked the wrong prologue,
and the successor whose choice may ignite a new era.
Author’s Note:
This is my first book, so it might lack some things here and there—but I hope you’ll enjoy the story as it grows. Thank you for giving it a chance!
