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Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

Thirteen words. "The Author has decided to discontinue this story. We apologize for the inconvenience." That's all it takes to shatter the world of "Aetheric Chronicles"—the year's most acclaimed fantasy webnovel. For thousands of readers, it's heartbreak. For the mysterious masked figure in the final chapter, it's an unfinished destiny. But for Alex, the story's most passionate fan, it's nothing short of betrayal. Then comes the message: "If you truly wish to know the rest of the story..." One mysterious message. And one simple reply. That's all it takes for Alex's world to turn upside down. Now, he's about to discover that some stories refuse to end, even when their authors abandon them. And sometimes, the most passionate readers must become part of the tale they love. In a world where prophecies fail, characters rebel, and plotlines unravel, being the "strongest reader" might not be enough. After all, what happens when an unfinished story decides to write itself? "Some stories choose their readers. Others consume them." _____ ____ _ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, gore, and the depiction of intense emotional trauma. Reader discretion is advised. All events and characters are products of the author’s imagination. _____ ____ _ Discord Link -> https://discord.gg/ezVBxwCEPN

Peace_in_Chaos · Fantasy
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517 Chs

Long time no see, master

Adrian's mind whirled in confusion and anger, his eyes narrowing at Veda. "What the hell are you doing?" he thought, though his lips couldn't move to form the words.

Veda, her face now devoid of the emotions she had shown earlier, turned her gaze toward the entrance. 

The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway beyond the door—slow, deliberate, each step resonating ominously.

Adrian's pulse quickened once again, a chill creeping up his spine as seconds dragged on like hours. This scene was eerily similar to those horror movies. Whoever was approaching was taking their time, each footfall ringing out like a death knell in the suffocating silence of the room.

Finally, the door creaked open.

A figure stepped inside, veiled in dark, flowing fabric, their presence instantly filling the room. The figure's posture was poised, their movements graceful yet dripping with cold malice.