Not-So an Extra
Suddenly being thrown into the novel's world and possessing a pretty much fucked up character made him have no choice but to continue his life as a new identity. And just like any sane person who transmigrated into a book, of course, he would destroy every red flag that stood in his way. Yet, unbeknownst to him, every single thing he did was just wrecking the storyline more and even more; to the point that the plot had become utterly screwed, thanks to him. ===== A/N: This novel is heavily inspired by many famous video games.
Ch. 175: Memories [9]
A/N: Kinda late but, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
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As the long, thick, white eyelashes wriggled, they slowly lifted open, revealing a pair of cerulean eyes. Blinking repeatedly to clear his hazy vision, a pitch darkness greeted him.
Raising his right hand, he fixated his eyes on his pale arm, which immediately triggered a sense of annoyance. With a frustrated gesture, he brought his hand down onto his face and muttered under his breath, "Not this place again."
Removing his hand and gazing into the abyss of darkness above him, his mind raced. 'It seems I've slipped into a coma once again, huh?'
Nevertheless, he couldn't shake off the gnawing worry. Having wielded such immense raw power, he feared that his Mana Pool would be cracked or worse, broken.