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Extra's Ascent

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Receiving the terrible news of never again wielding the bow has him spiralling down depression lane. However, things took a turn for the better when he opened up to see he had been transmigrated to a world of his favourite novel, as a character bedridden in a coma for five years. Aldrich Aldaman is an extra who met his end after being in a coma for five years.

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Chapter 1Prologue

"I'm sorry, Mr. Paul, but you won't be able to wield a bow again."

Those words, delivered with clinical detachment, struck Paul like a dagger through armour, shattering the delicate barricade of hope he had so carefully constructed.

Though he had anticipated disappointment, the revelation felt akin to teetering on the precipice of an abyss, uncertain whether a sudden push or a freefall awaited him.

Clutching the cold armrests of the sterile chair, his knuckles blanched with tension. The room, once a neutral space, now seemed to contract, its confines closing in as if intent on suffocating him.

A tightness gripped his throat until, barely audible, he managed to ask, "What do you mean?" The query, suspended between disbelief and desperate yearning, betrayed his inner turmoil.

The physician's eyes, softened by pity yet resolute, remained distant as he indicated the scan displayed on the adjacent monitor.

Tracing a deliberate path along a blurred image of Paul's shoulder, the doctor explained, "As you can see, the tissue here is gravely damaged. The injury has severely compromised your shoulder's mobility. In its current condition, you cannot pull your arm back sufficiently to operate a bow."

Paul's gaze followed the measured gesture, but the technical lexicon, tendons, ligaments, and range of motion. It melded into an unintelligible haze.

Amid the clinical jargon, one concept cut through with excruciating clarity: never again.

"It's too deep," the doctor continued, his tone as steady as it was unyielding. "The damage is irreversible, Mr. Paul. There is nothing further we can do." Each word fell like a heavy stone, sealing the fate of his lifelong passion.

In a numbed acceptance that felt more like surrender than understanding, Paul nodded. Yet inside, a cavernous void began to form, a gap that threatened to engulf every fragment of his identity.

Archery had been his world for as long as he could remember. Following the tragic loss of his parents, the bow had become his sole source of purpose and solace.

The flawless precision of each draw, the meditative release with every arrow, had provided him stability in an otherwise chaotic existence.

And now, even that sanctuary was slipping irrevocably away.

As the doctor's measured voice receded into the background, Paul's thoughts spiralled into a torrent of despair. With no alternate passion or contingency to cling to, he faced the bleak prospect of a future devoid of archery, an endless corridor of emptiness stretching into every possible direction.

"What now?" the question reverberated relentlessly within him. "What's the point?"

The final parting remark, "Take care of yourself, Mr. Paul" echoed hollowly.

The look in the doctor's eyes, saturated with a pity Paul detested, confirmed that his life had altered irrevocably.

With a whispered thank you that he scarcely heard himself, Paul left the consultation, avoiding any further exchange of sympathetic glances.

Outside, the harsh afternoon light assaulted him as soon as he stepped into the open. The glare forced him to squint, the brilliance of the sun both disorienting and painfully vivid.

He paused on the bustling sidewalk, where the world around him continued in a frenetic, indifferent rhythm: pedestrians hurrying past, distant honks from traffic, and birds calling from hidden perches.

Yet all external noise was drowned by the relentless cadence of the doctor's words, each syllable a hammer driving home the loss of a cherished part of his soul.

Wandering along the crowded city streets, Paul felt adrift, his steps dictated by an internal inertia born of despair.

A dull ache pulsed in his shoulder, yet the physical discomfort was eclipsed by the vast emptiness swelling in his chest. Unable to confront the solitude of his apartment, a place that had become an echo chamber of his grief, he meandered without destination, a solitary figure marooned amid a world oblivious to his inner collapse.

By the time twilight spilt over the skyline, painting long, melancholic shadows across the pavement, Paul finally found himself before his apartment door.

Entering the space, he was struck by an uncharacteristic chill; his familiar sanctuary now resonated with a hollow, lifeless quality. The clatter of his keys onto the table punctuated the oppressive silence, and with an exhausted slump, he sank onto his bed.

Staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts cascaded into darker depths, spiralling ever downward.

'What now?' The question rang relentlessly, growing louder with each beat of his despairing heart.

For years, he had poured every ounce of his being into perfecting his craft, refining his aim, strengthening his resolve, and dedicating countless hours to the pursuit of precision.

Now, as the bow that had defined him lay forever out of reach, Paul found himself questioning the very essence of his identity.

In a desperate bid for distraction, he reached for his phone, seeking even the faintest reprieve from the crushing desolation.

Flicking through his favourite app, a habitual retreat into a digital realm of narrative escape, he noticed a fresh update: the renowned author of Arthdal Chronicles had just published two new chapters.

"Why not?" he mused, clinging to the smallest promise of diversion from his painful reality.

For years, the epic saga had been more than mere entertainment; it was a ritual that had accompanied him through both triumph and sorrow.

Yet the current instalment, centred on Dante, a protagonist grappling with the loss of a dear companion and resorting to mystical arts in a desperate attempt to preserve her soul failed to captivate him as before.

Bitterly, he scoffed at the notion. 'They should have let her death remain final,' he thought. In his mind, that irrevocable loss would have imbued Dante with a tangible purpose, forcing him to confront adversity rather than languish in indecision alongside his companions.

Instead, the narrative had shifted toward a lighter, almost trivial tone, sacrificing the raw tension and monumental stakes that once defined its allure.

Paul yearned for the old intensity, the perilous challenges that had driven characters to the brink and etched their struggles into legend.

Upon reaching the end of the chapter, an unbidden impulse led him to the comment section. Without fully understanding his motivation, he typed:

"What meaning is there in a life without purpose?"

The remark was not a direct address to anyone; rather, it was a desperate outpouring. A candid venting of the frustration and emptiness that had overtaken him.

With a resigned tap, he sent the comment and then carelessly tossed his phone aside. After all, authors never engaged with such trivial remarks, or so he had assumed.

Yet moments later, his phone vibrated sharply, jolting him back to the present. Startled, he retrieved the device and read the incoming message.

To his astonishment, it was a reply from the very author of Arthdal Chronicles:

<There are endless purposes to choose from. The freedom of choice grants us that right.>

The words, unadorned yet imbued with an unexpected profundity, stirred something deep within him, a fragile ember of possibility amid the desolation.

Hesitantly, he typed back, almost as an experiment:

"What if all the choices in the world fail to satisfy my desire?"

He harboured no real expectation of a meaningful response, but his query emerged from a blend of irritation and a desperate curiosity yearning to grasp at something, anything, that might rekindle his lost flame.

Almost immediately, the reply arrived:

<Then find your purpose elsewhere. In a world where you'll discover what you truly seek.>

Paul frowned, a spark of indignation mingling with disbelief. "What does that even mean?" he thought, his inner voice laced with sarcasm as he perceived the reply to be little more than hollow encouragement reminiscent of a cheap fantasy novel.

Unable to quell the mix of frustration and intrigue, he typed one more question:

"How do I do that?"

The response was prompt and enigmatic:

<Through the power of belief.>

A scoff escaped him, derision directed at the simplicity of the notion. 'Belief?' he mused bitterly.

Even as he dismissed the idea with a surge of exasperation, the words continued to reverberate in the silent aftermath of his thoughts.

With a final, dismissive gesture, he flung the phone aside, determined to shut out the conversation.

But the dialogue was not finished. As Paul lay in the dim solitude of his room, eyes locked on the unyielding ceiling, the message chimed once more:

<Would you like to experience it for yourself? To witness how the power of belief can guide toward discovering your purpose in an entirely new world?>

The question hung in the air like an invitation to the absurd, impossible, yet somehow tantalizing.

For an instant, the childish part of him, the fragment that had once embraced wonder and possibility stirred with tentative interest.

Without fully comprehending why, he slowly raised a trembling hand as if reaching for something intangible, something that shimmered just beyond his grasp.

In a whisper barely audible over the pounding of his heart, he murmured, "I believe…"

In that fragile, fleeting moment, as the weight of despair intermingled with the spark of possibility, Paul surrendered to the embrace of sleep.

The whispered vow lingered in the silence, a promise or perhaps a desperate plea, a final echo of a life reeling from loss yet daring to glimpse the chance of renewal.

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Hero of Darkness

Elric's life had been nothing short of a nightmare since his childhood. He was constantly bullied at school, detested and ignored by his family, and left with nobody to care whether he lived or died. The accumulated loneliness and suffering from decades pushed him into a severe depression, and he ultimately decided to take his life’s final decision… Suicide. One day, Elric's soul heard a voice calling out to him. "Wake up, Elric. I am the God of Darkness, and I'm here to give you another chance at life." To the God of Darkness, Elric replied with only two words… "Fuck off!" Now forced with the possibility of a new life despite his unwillingness… Elric must decide whether to become a puppet or forge a new destiny with his own hands. Will he overcome his traumatic past, or will he squander yet another chance at life? Join the Protagonist on his journey as he is given an impossible task while striving to become one of the strongest beings in a world full of Magic, Mythical creatures, Dragons, and Gods. ---------------- [[Author : The protagonist of this story is a scheming mastermind who doesn't trust anyone and plans everything based on his present strength, knowledge and circumstances. No Romance, Harem, or Fan-service here. The main character is also not an Edgelord or a Psychopath who kills people without reason. Character development is a gradual process as the Main Character learns to acknowledge and overcome his flaws. This is a story for those who appreciate a psychologically well-developed character. The protagonist is an Antihero character who exists in the gray area between good and evil. This is a story for those who enjoy complex characters, greatly improving and expanding World-building along with intricate plots. If you are looking for a story with a nuanced and morally ambiguous yet humorous protagonist in a mature and gritty world, then this is the novel for you.]] ---------------- Note : Character Reference Arts available in chapter comments. Discord Link : https://discord.gg/xR7vUzCYx9 ---------------- Note : Vote for the Novel for extra weekly chapters. 500 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter per week 1000 Power Stones = 2 Extra Chapters per week 2500 Power Stones = 5 Extra chapters per week 500 Golden Tickets = 2 Extra chapters per week 1000 Golden Tickets = 3 Extra chapters per week 1500 Golden Tickets = 7 Extra chapters per week

CrimsonWolfAuthor · Fantasi
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The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion

[The System has arrived on your habitable planet, known as ‘Earth.’] [In five seconds, monsters from countless realms will invade Earth.] [Remaining Time: 5 seconds.] [You can now view your attributes, talents, abilities, and skills by simply thinking about them.] [Kill monsters, and you might survive.] “Monsters?” Damian’s breathing quickened as the pain in his chest grew sharper. On the day of the Awakening, humanity was forced to defend against an invasion of countless monsters from the towers that connected realms across the multiverse. While billions of people died helplessly, billions more seized the opportunities hidden behind the horrors spilling out of the gates. Leveling up, growing stronger, awakening talents, learning supernatural skills, changing one's very race, and even achieving immortality all became possibilities. But for Damian, who was suffering from a sickness that would kill him within a few years, the Awakening was a curse. While other humans awakened powerful talents, hunted monsters, and evolved, Damian remained talentless, a liability and a burden the awakened had to carry. Damian never wanted to be seen as weak or useless, but what could he do? He was dying. If only he had awakened a talent or at least possessed a stronger body, he might have been able to level up and cure his sickness. But he couldn’t. All that would change when a mysterious figure set him on a path that would lead him to his true destiny. Witness the rise of a warrior who would make countless men tremble in fear. Witness the rise of a monster who would force every race, every being, and every existence to kneel. Witness the rise of the Champion. Tags: [System], [Towers], [level up], [Classes], [Monsters], [Vampires], [Werewolves], [Yokai], [Dragons], [Demons], [Angels], [Gods]. [Rare Bloodlines], [unique Abilities], [Regression], [Survival], [Mystery], [Time Travel], [reincarnation], [Overpowered], [Martial Arts], [Magic], [Cultivation], [Murim], [Hell & Heaven], [Progenitors].

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