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Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

Thirteen words. "The Author has decided to discontinue this story. We apologize for the inconvenience." That's all it takes to shatter the world of "Aetheric Chronicles"—the year's most acclaimed fantasy webnovel. For thousands of readers, it's heartbreak. For the mysterious masked figure in the final chapter, it's an unfinished destiny. But for Alex, the story's most passionate fan, it's nothing short of betrayal. Then comes the message: "If you truly wish to know the rest of the story..." One mysterious message. And one simple reply. That's all it takes for Alex's world to turn upside down. Now, he's about to discover that some stories refuse to end, even when their authors abandon them. And sometimes, the most passionate readers must become part of the tale they love. In a world where prophecies fail, characters rebel, and plotlines unravel, being the "strongest reader" might not be enough. After all, what happens when an unfinished story decides to write itself? "Some stories choose their readers. Others consume them." _____ ____ _ Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, gore, and the depiction of intense emotional trauma. Reader discretion is advised. All events and characters are products of the author’s imagination. _____ ____ _ Discord Link -> https://discord.gg/ezVBxwCEPN

Peace_in_Chaos · Fantaisie
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Beneath the Canopy of Lies

The royal garden behind the castle was a place of serene beauty. The moon hung high above, casting its silvery light over the meticulously maintained greenery. Rows of blooming nocturnal flowers filled the air with a subtle, sweet fragrance, and the sound of a gently flowing fountain echoed faintly in the still night. But despite the tranquil setting, the two figures walking side by side carried an air of tension that seemed to weigh down the atmosphere itself.

Adrian's stride was calm, his hands clasped behind his back as he matched the King's deliberate pace. The silence between them stretched long, broken only by the crunch of their footwear against the gravel path. For a moment, it seemed as though neither man intended to speak, each lost in his own thoughts.

It was the King who finally broke the awkward quiet.

"So," he said, his voice deep but carrying a faint warmth, "have you thought about what reward you'd like for your victory in the tournament?"