As a reader, Cristopher always looked for things that entertained him, didn't matter what the "critics" said, all that matters was his own opinion on the novel, so he started reading "The Novel's Extra", a webnovel that despicts an author who is transmigrated to his own novel. It was fun and all with its own good and bad points, really, one of his favorites novels at the end of the journey, and that's taking into account the little fact that he didn't have too many things he was able to enjoy, not in that empty shell that was called life for him... Why could someone be born like that? With a void inside, an endless void that slowly consumes oneself... But... for better or worse... everything changed one day, the same day he woke up to discover he had the same fate of the author whose novel he just finished reading, becoming an extra in a novel, becoming The novel's extra's extra... /Ok, now that's the description I thought of... first of all, for those of you who are reading this, if any, a few points I have to make clear: 1. I'm not an english native speaker, so if you find anything wrong in the text, please let me know, that would help me learn, and I would be thankful for that. 2. I'm writting this out of pure "enjoyment", so while I'll try to be constant, I'll not make any promises. 3. True reason why I'm writing this is because I'm going through a moderate to crippling depression right now (and no, is not because anything trully bad and horrendous happened to me, it seems to have something to do with my brain's malfuctioning, among other things), and doctors told me to try writing as I enjoy reading. So yeah, this is more like a self-help excercise, to keep myself distracted while trying to be safe from my self. 4. I choose to make a fanfiction of "The Novel's Extra" as I don't trully know how to write, and because I really loved that webnovel, though there are some points I didn't particulary liked. 5. If you see some (let's be clear, really much) self insertion on this series, well, that may be me trying to escape reality, to which I make an early warning and disclaimer, and also ask for forgiveness, as I said before, this is more of an excercise, so don't take it too serious. 6. I'll be a slow writer, as I have to still check a few things from the novel, even when I've read it like 3 or 4 times already, and because I know shit about writing a novel or a series. 7. If you get to enjoy this, then that's good, I would be glad about it, maybe even more motivated, but I don't really expect this to be any good. Thanks to you all who may, or may not, be reading this novel./ This is already in Scribble Hub and Royal Road under the same username, well, almost, Dvelasquez, because why not, right?
I just finished reading one of my favorites web novels, called "The Novel's Extra", really, it was like the fourth time that I read it, and I like it pretty much, like every other web novel, it has its ups and downs, though I'm not one to read things because they're good or bad, I read if they catch my interest, and stop if I feel like it…
Up to this day, few things grabbed my interest, at least enough to keep to them for more than a few weeks… I've done everything, from sports to arts, and I could count with my hands how many of them I still barely like, not to mention things I love, which would be counted with one hand at most.
Don't know how to explain that feeling, and not many people believe me, or even if they do, they don't truly understand how empty it feels, like something was missing inside me, like a void that I couldn't fill no matter how hard I tried.
Given the boring life I had, without motivation nor interests, the best thing to do I found was to kill myself, sadly though, it was pointless, the human body is more durable than what some shows make it to be… And that got me going back home, without motivation to even try suicide again, not unless you give me a gun, which would do the job easier.
So that's how I got here, reading for the fourth time one of the only few things that I barely enjoy. Though, right now, I still didn't know what destiny had prepared for me… Nor like I would care, really.