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Survival Of A Background Character

So, you think you've got life all figured out? Well, imagine waking up in the body of a third-rate villain from a novel you once scoffed at. That's exactly what happens to your not-so-average high school student turned reluctant anti-hero. Picture this: transmigrate into the body of a suspended student from school, banished from his noble family, and now trapped in a world where magic reigns supreme and destiny calls the shots. Oh, and did I mention he's got a one-way ticket back to reality? All he has to do is complete a series of tasks to fix the messed-up storyline. Easy, right? Hell no!! But hold on a second. This ain't your typical hero's journey. Chris isn't exactly the noble, tragic figure you'd expect. Nope, he's more of a sarcastic, self-aware protagonist who's not afraid to ask the real questions. Like, why bother with destiny when you can't even get your morning coffee right? Or how about facing your past mistakes when you can just blame it on the plot? And don't even get me started on trying to outsmart fate itself. As Chris stumbles through this twisted tale of magic and mayhem, he's forced to confront his own shortcomings, forge unlikely alliances, and maybe—just maybe—find a way back to the life he left behind. But with every sarcastic quip and sardonic remark, he's also asking you, the reader, to join him on this wild ride. So, buckle up, because in a world where reality is just a plot twist away, Chris Harrison is about to rewrite the rules and show destiny who's really in charge.

wondering_boson_04 · Fantasy
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63 Chs

The Chaos

I staggered to my feet, my head still spinning from the explosion.

Around me, the scene was a nightmare—fire and chaos had replaced the quiet, tranquil camp.

The enchanted orbs flickered in and out, casting eerie shadows across the devastated area.

Students ran in all directions, some desperately trying to help their injured friends, others frozen in shock.

The guards, both human and elven, were already in action, forming defensive perimeters and scanning for any sign of further threats.

The elven envoy was clustered together, surrounded by the royal guards who were already drawing their weapons.

Meanwhile, Lysaster was discussing something with the crown prince Alaric, maybe about safety measures.

I called him out.

"Senior Frostbourne. Can we talk for a bit?"