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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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514 Chs

The Extra's Return [1]

The healing ward's waiting area was thick with tension. Eleven people had gathered there - Aria, several of Adrian's closest friends from the class - Aurelia(his sister), Aurelius, Kairen, Lila, Ardel, Irithel, and Ren, two instructors who had been closest to him(like Instructor Elara and Ardent), and Principal Arwen himself who arrived about 5 minutes ago after finishing the ceremony. They had been waiting for nearly an hour since Adrian was brought in, each lost in their own thoughts as they tried to process the impossible events they had witnessed.

The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the ward's windows, its warm light a stark contrast to the anxiety that filled the room. Every few minutes, someone would glance at the closed door leading to Adrian's room, then at each other, as if seeking confirmation that this wasn't some shared illusion.