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Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

"The Author has decided to discontinue this story. We apologize for the inconvenience." Thirteen words. 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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464 Chs

When The Light Falls

The Valerian Hall exploded.

Not with fire or thunder, but with something far more profound. A pillar of pure white light erupted from the building's heart, shooting skyward with such intensity that it turned night into day. For a brief moment, the medieval architecture of the prestigious city stood outlined against this brilliant backdrop, its towers and spires casting impossible shadows in multiple directions.

Then came the darkness.

It wasn't just an absence of light – it was something alive, something hungry. It coiled around the white pillar like a serpent, two primal forces locked in a desperate embrace. The collision point between light and dark pulsed with colors that hurt to look at, tearing at the fabric of reality itself.