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The Extra: Crown of Eternity.

Rio only wanted to see how the story ended. Instead, he woke up inside it. Not as the protagonist, not even as a supporting character—but as someone who barely existed in the narrative. An extra with no importance, no future, and no place in the story’s direction. At least, that’s how it was supposed to be. Now in the body of Rio Valen, a disgraced noble exiled from his own house, he finds himself in a region the original story barely touched—one driven as much by advanced technology as it is by mana. And buried beneath it, something far worse. The facility he wakes up in shouldn’t exist. The experiments conducted there shouldn’t have succeeded. And whatever was placed inside him was never meant to survive. As fragments of memory return—both his own and the life he inherited—Rio begins to understand the situation he’s in. The world still follows its original course. The key figures are still moving toward the same future. But his existence doesn’t fit anywhere within it. Even so, people begin to notice him. Not because of who he is—but because of something they can’t quite explain. A presence. A flaw. Or something far more dangerous. Some approach out of curiosity. Others, for reasons he doesn’t understand. And a few, simply because staying away isn’t an option. With no role to follow and no clear path ahead, Rio is left with a simple choice: Stay invisible and survive. Or step into a story that was never meant to include him. Because in a world that already has its main character— an extra that shouldn’t exist might be the only thing that can change it.
Frictioned · 56k Views

Void-Bloomed: The 10,000% Singularity

on Royal read too [Scene: Open Sea – Day] The waters within a hundred meters vanish instantly, evaporated by the sheer force of a collision. A wide, hollow, waterless space emerges, eerily calm yet brimming with tension. El-Mond is rocketed back by the colossal beast, plummeting toward the ocean floor. The impact shatters the seabed beneath him. The waterless void collapses back into the sea, swallowing the space he momentarily occupied. El-Mond coughs blood, his body trembling from the collision, but his eyes burn with unyielding determination. Inner monologue (text floating near him in jagged font for intensity): "This… this is beyond anything I've faced… both in my past life and now. If I hold back even a little… I WILL DIE! And I refuse!. Not now! Not ever!" He catapults himself upward with Tremendous force, shattering the seabed further. His hands stretch toward the beast. Void blood forms instantly, a dark, pulsating orb the size of a bowling ball, shooting straight at the colossal creature. The beast retaliates with a barrage of tentacle strikes, each moving at nanosecond speed, slicing the air toward El-Mond. El-Mond's body moves like liquid up, down, left, right, weaving through the enormous tentacles while hundreds of void blood strikes erupt from his hands, vaporizing chunks of the beast's skin. Sound FX floating around the strikes: CRASH! SHATTER! WHOOSH! He bursts above the beast again, letting out a blood-curdling scream, raining myriads of void blood strikes, like a hailstorm of destruction. Even as dust and smoke blind him, the strikes continue. A minute passes. El-Mond finally stops, breathing heavily, pale, drained… yet ignoring his pain. He peers down. His eyes widen in shock: The beast's countless wounds are healing, at an alarming rate, the holes closing by the Second!. As if time itself conspires against him. "What is this!? How… is it… healing!? Eldred… how did the emperor powerhouses kill the other one?!" Eldred, hovering beside him, solemnly replies: "Master… according to the scrolls and legends… after the beasts took a fatal strike, it sank into the sea. The emperor powerhouses, exhausted and wary of each other, assumed it dead, as its energy vanished." El-Mond grits his teeth, fury written across his face: "Cowardly bastards! DAMMIT!" His eyes narrow, focus sharpening: "It either dies… or I do. and like hell!. I'm not planning to." He stretches his hand toward the beast, summoning every ounce of energy, but Visual cue: El-Mond is engulfed in black, starry energy, his body like the night, filled with the brilliance of the stars, his hair turning cloudywhite, eyes blue like the ocean. The beast lunges again. Tentacles appear behind him in a blink, but El-Mond vanishes and reappears directly before the beast. The colossal beast recoils, fear creeping into its monstrous form for the first time. "Fear of erasure… fear of being wiped from all realms…" El-Mond raises a hand, voice commanding: "BE GONE!" The sea splits in three massive strokes of energy, ripping the beast into three sections. But El-Mond's night form collapses, unconscious. He plummets. "Master!? Master! Wake up! It's still alive!!" Eldred screams frantically. The beast begins reassembling itself, jaw opening wide to swallow El-Mond whole End of scene – tension at its peak, Think its good?. Start from chapter 1.
EphraimSmart · 50.3k Views

The Villain's Curse:Born without mana but destined to burn the world

In the year marked as the dawn of the gods, ethereal beings with skin that glowed like pale moonlight descended into Eldoria. They called themselves Vanynars, a race of beings with unfathomable beauty and power that negated the basic principle of the world, mana. They possessed a deeper connection to the natural affinities of the world, powers that couldn't be comprehended without the possession of mana. And yet… they did, despite their lack of it. The humans worshipped them, saw them as divine, and looked up to them as a guiding light. Many became a part of their systems, authoritative figures at the highest level of a political system. To follow them was to gain salvation. Or so they believed. But with them… came the Curses. A vile race of atrocities that descended at the same time as the ‘gods’. They were cruel and abominable, bloodlusted creatures with human appearance. To the humans, they were the darkness. A bloody war was fought, lives were lost, and the curses… they fell. Or at least, that was the story the world chose to remember. Their deaths marked the beginning of a new era, the fall of curses. A fragile peace built on the graves of thousands. Asterion was born into it. He grew up possessing no family background and, sadly, no mana core. A street rat that only cared about his own survival. Until he faces a threat far greater than himself, a threat that his cunning and wit couldn't save him from. Something that didn’t care how smart he was. Something that couldn’t be outplayed. That was when the realisation struck him—strength was a necessity in the world he lived in. Cunning alone wouldn't guarantee his survival. Power had become a requirement for survival. He had no dreams of being a hero. He had no dreams of being anyone at all. But when the world begins to rot and die, he is faced with a choice. 'If the gods were alive, damn them!' 'Fate could choke on a dying rat for all he cared.' He wasn't going to submit to it's will.
Ngonabo · 22k Views

Endless Extraction in a Game-Like World

Two hundred and fifty years ago, the apocalypse descended and with it the Game Origin Ascension Domain. Over a night, people transformed, some suddenly grew wings, some started producing lightning, some moved faster than a train and some forming flames that could melt a mountain. These people became known as Players. In today's society, Players dictate everything. Your entire worth is tied to your mana affinity and the Origin Talent you awaken upon your first time entering the Domain. ---- Caelus Kross. He was a transmigrator stuck at the absolute bottom of the barrel with an E-Rank mana affinity and a seriously terrible reputation. He was once known as the pathetic lap dog of a woman who treated his heart like a dirty welcome mat. Honestly, settling down as a magical construction worker seemed like his peak career path. However, the universe had a much stranger plan. Everything changed on the day he awakened. He did not get a glowing sword or a fancy fireball. He got a talent that allowed him to extract literally anything. [Ding!] [You have successfully extracted the S-Rank talent: Star King] [Ding!] [You have successfully extracted the SS-Rank Talent: Space-Time Rupture God] [Ding!] [You have successfully extracted an S-Rank Mana Affinity Physique] [Ding!] [You have successfully extracted the Battle God's combat experience] [Ding!] [You have successfully extracted an SSS-Rank bloodline] Armed with the Endless Extraction talent, Caelus will right what is wrong, crush his old reputation, and uncover the hidden secrets of the Origin Ascension Domain. Tags: #GameWorld, #TalentAwakening, #OverpoweredMC, #WeakToStrong, #NonHumanMC, #ProGamer, #TownBuilding, #Vampire, #FaceSlapping, #Grinding, #Leaderboard, #FastPacedGrowth, #SkillSteal, #SkillFusion ---- Join the discord for illustrations and discussion: https://discord.gg/yjNVUrSRhf
Shennn3K · 1m Views