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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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What Will You Do?

The Valerian Hall loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the chaos consuming the city. The once-vibrant streets beyond were shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by distant flames and the occasional screech of abominations wreaking havoc. But here—at the Hall—there was an unnatural calm, as if the destruction beyond had been held at bay.

A shimmering golden barrier encircled the entire area, pulsating with a soft hum, creating a visible, magical dome that separated the Hall from the world outside. 

No abominations, no grotesque weremonkeys, not a single monster dared approach. The creatures, repelled by an unseen force, kept their distance, slinking back into the shadows. It was an eerie, almost sacred tranquility, standing in stark contrast to the ruin spreading through the rest of the city.

But something was wrong.

All the guards—elite, battle-hardened men and women tasked with protecting the influential figures within—lay scattered across the ground.