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Modesty! Honesty! Compassion! Bravery! Justice! Sacrifice! Honor! Faith! He is a lich, yet he upholds the knightly spirit! He is a lich, yet he remains steadfast in his faith of light! "With a formidable enemy at hand, fearless and unobstructed! Daring and loyal, worthy of the Holy Spirit! Loyal and upright, willing to die unyielding! Protecting the weak, never going against heaven's principles!" Standing at the top of the world, no matter how great the storm, nothing can stop him from following the steps of the Holy Spirit! Not even the Holy Spirit! ... This is a romantic legendary story of a chatty cat and a lich who dedicates his body and soul to the light! Yes, "romantic," not deceiving you! That's just how it is!

Waking up in an unfamiliar world with no memories, I had only one advantage, a mind filled with knowledge of fictional tropes, clichés, and common sense learned from countless novels. At first, I thought I was trapped in a romcom nightmare when I started triggering events like "Helping a Girl on a Rainy Day", "Damsel in Distress", and "Tripping Into the Heroine’s Arms." Naturally, I shut those nonsense down before they could escalate. No forced romances. No misunderstandings. No cringe. But something was clearly off. The world wasn’t just a slice-of-life comedy. Beneath the cliché academy setting, there were whispers of awakening powers, hidden dangers, and a brutal magic academy entrance exam. And every challenge I prevented or manipulated was an opportunity to grow stronger. [Title Earned: Background Character.] [Achievement Unlocked: Firm Mind.] [New Skill Acquired: Background Character's Aura.] [New Ability Acquired: Anti-Narrative Influence.] I may be just a background character, but if fate insists on throwing these events at me, I’ll turn them into stepping stones. Let the protagonists play their scripted roles — I have my own path to power.

Razel, is a reincarnated youth. In his previous life he was a lonely boy who spent his days playing video games. Then one day tragedy came into his life. It all ended for him, was what he thought, until he opened his eyes; to find a fantasy world, where science and magic go hand in hand. That could have been a joy, but that happiness was nipped in the bud, because he reincarnated as the eldest son of a poor family of barons without territory, and, above all, he is uglier than in his previous life. His tragic new life doesn't end there, as he woke up in the last video game he played. An otome game. But not just any otome game, it is one with an RPG theme so it is made up of strong and dangerous enemies. He will have to live his new life as a background character and help from the shadows to the capture objectives and the protagonist to avoid the end of the world and especially, the cruel villainess.

#no-harem Hope doesn't exist in Argent. You live inside a barrier, and everything outside has been destroyed and filled with corruptors. There's absolutely no chance of killing them, magic, fire, water, nothing damages them. But what if your ability didn't try to damage? What if it simply rearranged things? Allaran gets his answer the day he turns twenty one. The same day he faced Exile by the system and was teleported into the wasteland. The ability he receives is Switch, the power to swap the location of two objects with a thought. Useless. Embarrassing. When a Corruptor finds him in the wasteland. Allaran, with nothing left to lose, points his useless power at an unkillable monster. Turns out immunity doesn't matter when your head is suddenly six feet away from your body. Level up. Allaran stares at the notification, then at the corpse, then back at the notification. "We could level up?" Nobody told him that. Nobody told any of them. Argent has been throwing people into this wasteland for generations, and not a single person ever came back to say there was something to survive for. Now he's alive when he shouldn't be. The warehouse clerk with the worst ability just broke the one rule nobody believed could be broken. And if he can level up from killing corruptors? He's just getting started.

Death by Truck-kun? Too mainstream. I died choking on my own laughter during a late-night comedy rerun. Pathetic? Yes. Fitting for someone who gave up on life halfway through university and became a full-time couch potato? Also yes. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the afterlife—or if I was, it had a suspicious amount of baby talk and clean diapers. I was reincarnated... as an infant. No powers. No memories of my new name. Just chubby cheeks and existential dread. But the real horror? I slowly realized I was now living inside one of those cliché romance novels I absolutely despised. You know the type: cold-hearted king meets brave commoner girl, falls in love, political chaos ensues, blah blah gag me with a spoon. I read it. I hated it. And now? I think I’m in it. And not as the heroine. Or the villain. Or even the funny sidekick. No—I'm just some background baby who probably gets held once, then vanishes from the plot forever. With no grand destiny, no cheat skills, and no idea what chapter we’re on, I’ve decided to do the only thing I was ever good at—absolutely nothing. But fate has a funny way of dragging the lazy into the spotlight… They think I’m innocent. I think this whole thing is a joke. Let's see who breaks first.

Arata Kurogane was nothing more than a faceless side character—at least, in this new world. Born into a prestigious clan famed for their mastery of Circuits, the natural meridians that grant humans power over fire, lightning, illusions, and even time itself, Arata’s body was branded talentless and left behind in the shadows of his brilliant siblings. But fate had other plans. When his soul from another world awakens within this forgotten vessel, Arata discovers two terrifying truths: 1. His left eye circuit, when awakened, can paralyze, torment, and even extinguish life itself. 2. His soul circuit allows him to manifest anything he imagines—so long as it makes sense. To the world, he remains a background figure. To himself, he knows the truth: he is limitless. While heroes clash for fame and villains rise to destroy kingdoms, Arata has no interest in playing their game. He will walk the path of a “shadow,” quietly building his strength, rewriting the rules of reality itself, and crushing those foolish enough to stand in his way. Because no one—not his clan, not the empire, not even the gods—will realize… The background character is the strongest of them all.

Char transmigrated! He transmigrated to the game he created! Awesome! I want to tame beasts! I want to manage a castle! I want to drive the castle around the world! But, why are there Elves, Half-Elves, Dwarves, Half-Beasts, Shift Beasts, Shark Lizard Beasts, Greenfoot Dragon Snakes, Multi-headed Lizard Hydras, Flame Skulls, Death Knights here? I didn't design it like this! Also, what in the world are Lord of Dawn Losanda, Forest Goddess Melikai, God of Knowledge Ogma, God of Lies Shirek, God of Tyranny Bane, and the Spider Demon Queen Rose? And there's a god battle, too?! Too dangerous, I guess I won't travel the world just yet. First, let's set a small goal: become a Fantasy Lord first!

My first work, will definitely have plot holes lol. 21st century guy gets transmigrated into a videogame series. He's not really smart, but he's not dumb as a rock either. He's a little bipolar when it comes to how he should act, flipping from being heroic to miserly back to heroic. The rest can be summed up so: kid becomes mage with the ability to blend in assassins creed style, but will use it for every purpose instead of just becoming a killer, goes to the academy.....

Shivam was just a normal guy. A government employee finally living a stable life after surviving an orphan’s hell and fighting tooth and nail through every damn obstacle life threw his way. He love anime, web novels, and his one true obsession light novels. His favorite? Transmigrated as a Third-Rate Villain. The plot? Fire. The fights? Insane. The worldbuilding? God-tier. And the characters? Untouchable—especially Marcus Ardent and Daelen Vorcrest, the last heroes of mankind. But then came the final chapter. Marcus dead. Daelen gone. The entire continent, erased with a single, lazy keystroke. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” “What kind of brain-dead garbage ending is this?! You killed everyone for shock value! You threw away the best characters like trash!” Shivam didn’t just hate-comment the author. He cursed them. Then went to sleep. And woke up as Ezra Celestrian. The most forgettable side character in the novel. A man who was supposed to be dead. Only… something’s wrong. Ezra isn’t weak. He never was. He was the strongest human side character in the novel—so talented, the author killed him early to keep the power scaling in check. But now Shivam is him. And the story is no longer in the author’s hands. “Why the hell do I keep talking like a noble?” “What the fuck is this ‘Divine Enemy’ trait!?” The world believes Ezra is dead. But Shivam’s done playing along. “You dragged me into your broken story. You killed my favorite characters. You erased everything I loved for a cheap twist.” “Fine. I’ll fix your mess. I’ll rewrite your story.” “And when I find you, ‘Author’—I swear to god, I’m gonna shove that ending down your throat.” —————— Now available: +5 Chapter Bundle for just 500 Coins! Support this poor author and get ahead of the story! Ezra won’t wait—and neither will the plot twists..

Chu Yun traveled through the world of metaphysical fantasy, the opening is the scene of the trial, defamed by the clan hierarchy, the white moonlight back away, the love rival framed, the sky collapsed the opening. At the critical moment, he activated the background editing system and edited his background to become the ninth prince of the Daxia Dynasty, who had disappeared for many years. The moment the soul lamp re-lighting, shocked the Daxia imperial family countless strong. Great Xia Emperor: “Immediately lock my son's location, quick!!!” While being judged by the clan, the imperial powerhouse and his own uncle, who was known as the Shura Venerable, arrived in unison tearing through space, their fury raging, “A group of mole crickets, how dare they touch this father's nephew?!”