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Extra's Guide to Surviving a Dark Fantasy World

A chilling air swept across the desert as a figure in a black cloak and obsidian crown walked toward the advancing army of House Elyria. With a raise of his hand, the sun turned black, plunging the battlefield into darkness. The wind ripped away the sand, revealing an ocean of skulls, and from it, thousands of undead surged, surrounding the army. Blood spilled, and with each death, the army grew—undead rising even before their bodies hit the ground. The figure stepped onto the shoulder of a massive giant, its molten eyes burning as it crushed entire squads with a single swing. As the black sun set, only the general remained. Kneeling, he glared. “You think this will go unanswered? House Elyria is one of the strongest forces on the continent!" The figure smirked. "Your House will answer soon enough. I’ll be visiting it tonight." With a wave, the undead surged, swallowing him whole. -- After his death in an accident, Roye awakens in the midst of a dark sacrificial ritual, surrounded by hundreds of lifeless corpses inside the body of Roye Valdrin—a disowned noble, the forgotten younger brother of a ruthless villainess, and the discarded ex-fiancé of a destined heroine. Worse yet, he has transmigrated into the world of Valoria, a dark fantasy realm where humanity began reclaiming its place on the surface only eight hundred years ago, after living underground for millennia with no idea why they were forced to hide in the first place. A world where gods and ancient emperors still influence the living from their graves. A world where politics run amok. A world where evil hearts and questionable morality lurk beneath a beautiful facade. Could he even survive in such a brutal world? Core Bloodline Acquired— Special Inheritance Gained: Apostle of Death.(Rank- Unknown) Roye doesn’t know if he will survive, but he knows one thing: he’ll do whatever it takes. Messing with the plot, killing main characters—nothing is off-limits. If the world wants to destroy him, he’ll burn it down first.

Meowinator · Fantasy
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Never Looked At It.

With a final, decisive strike, I drove my blade through his heart, the demon's body going limp as the flames that once surrounded him sputtered out.

Yet I didn't lose my guard. I had seen the exact same thing happen only some time ago, so instead, I pressed forward, pushing my blade deeper and deeper until-

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Do you wish to turn the soul into a Revenant?

Yes/No

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A message appeared in my peripheral vision, giving me a final confirmation.

I let out a huge sigh and clicked Yes, before collapsing down on my knees. At the same time, the runes covering my body began to dim before completely disappearing. The small army of undead Jakras also began to fizzle out, eventually completely disappearing as he inside me took a step back.

The will slowly began to recede, and my body began to shake involuntarily. All the pain I had been tuning back all this time began to return in full swings, only this time, I could fully feel it.