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Path of the Extra

After a tragic accident that claimed the lives of his parents and little sister, Leo, just 17 years old, found himself shouldering all responsibilities alone. By some miracle, he survived the past four months on his own—attending high school, juggling multiple part-time jobs, and enduring sympathetic gazes that pained him. The only respite he found was in books, which offered him an escape and some semblance of joy. One day, while engrossed in the book 'Path of Heroes: Battle Against the End,' his life took an unexpected turn. Halfway through the story, he inexplicably found himself transmigrated into the world of Path of Heroes, inhabiting the body of Azriel Crimson—a character never mentioned in the story's first half. An extra. Someone seemingly irrelevant to the plot. Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—fate had other plans, and Leo soon discovered that being a mere extra was not his destiny after all. -------------------------------------- Character illustrations will be available on Discord. Discord: https://discord.gg/9zZ69PVNFJ Also: Powerstone = PS 200 PS = 1 Extra Chapter 400 PS = 2 Extra Chapters 600 PS = 3 Extra Chapters

Crypthh · Fantasie
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220 Chs

When the Truth Hurts

When Azriel finished, no one said a word. They all just looked at him in silence.

Azriel hadn't spoken to gain their sympathy or approval. He simply wanted to tell them the truth—what had really happened in the Void Realm. But as he met their faces, he realized he might've already said too much.

Or maybe too little.

They had noticed the parts he deliberately avoided, which only made it worse. People were terrifyingly good at imagining things.

"Well, shit. You really are one unlucky prince, aren't you? That god couldn't have tossed you anywhere else except Europe?"

It was, of course, Solomon who broke the silence. His voice was light, but his expression twisted in a mix of displeasure and faint delight.

"Ah, but I suppose if that hadn't happened, we wouldn't be here like this, would we? I guess I owe the God of Death quite a bit."

Azriel didn't like the way Solomon's eyes gleamed as he spoke, focused solely on him. It made his skin crawl.