The Unrecorded Extra
Before I woke up, I had a dream about the end of the world. At first, it felt like a vivid nightmare that left me shaken. But as I slowly woke up, I realized that the dream was the pre-ending scene of my own novel. I am Zio Varrez, an unnamed character in my own book, and to my disappointment, an extra. As I lived in my novel's world, I couldn't help but feel that my existence was meaningless. But what made it worse was the fact that the ending of my book was the end of the world - a bad ending. I knew I had to do something to become strong enough to change the world's fate, even if it meant altering the story I once knew completely. Little did I know, there was more to this world than I realized, and the journey I was about to embark on would uncover secrets that I never even imagined. "I thought I knew everything about the world, but as I lived and experienced it, I realized there was so much more to it than I ever imagined." === Daily update! === Author note: The story is going on rather slow pace, expect the boredom for the early 60 chapters
Man Without Name
A man dressed in black robes stood in front of the remains of a mid-sized shop. Somehow, its windows were safe from destruction, unlike the building itself, reflecting his image.
At first, his face appeared devoid of emotion, but now it seemed brighter, as though he had discovered a newfound sense of purpose in life.
His odd eyes stared at his own reflection, and it stared back at him with intensity. A few seconds later, his eyes relaxed.
His long, unkempt hair danced in the wind as he pulled the hood. His hair color was like two separate worlds — one half was white, while the other half was black — much like his eyes, although the light was absent in one of them.
"Boss!"
Boss.
He was called 'Boss' by his comrades because none knew his name even though the groups had been together for years.
It was not like the others didn't care about his name. But, they had given up on guessing his blurred and censored name.