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. 45: Refugee Camp [4]
"Ah…" Nathaniel's golden eyes stretched wide. As if the world was slowing down, he could see how the sword in his grasp moved swiftly and grazed a boy's body in front of him. Red liquid jumped out of the wound and splattered on his face.
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"!" Nathaniel's eyes snapped open and abruptly sat on his bed. He covered his face with both hands and was gasping for breath.
"Haa… haa…" Cold sweat drenched his whole body and his heart was pounding so hard that he could feel it in his throat.
"Are you alright?"
Lowering his hands, he glanced at the voice but he could only find darkness. Soon, a fireball conjured in the air and the dark room gradually lit up. There, across from him, Nathaniel found Adrian, he was seen sitting on his bed.
"Yeah…" Nathaniel ran his fingers through his hair and began to regulate his breathing. Upon sensing something hurtled to him, he deftly caught it.
—Clutch!