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The Extra's Harem In Dead End Game

Note:- [ I Don't need any castle, just read and enjoy! and if you want to gift, a dragon would be enough.] --- In a world where failure is almost guaranteed, the game I now find myself in has a staggering 99.9% chance of defeat. Every choice brings chaos, and every road leads to disaster. No one has ever beaten it—it's infamous for being impossible to clear. But somehow, against all odds, I've transmigrated into this cursed game. Worse yet, I've taken over the body of Max, a minor character whose role is insignificant in the grand scheme of things. In the original story, Max is destined to die—nothing more than a forgettable extra lost in the background, a mere footnote in the epic tale of others. Frustration hit me hard as I realized I was trapped in this dead-end character. My doom felt inevitable, and every instinct told me to give up. What hope did I have in a world where even the strongest could barely survive? But just as despair was about to swallow me whole, a System suddenly activated, turning everything on its head. Along with the System came a peculiar ability: [Charm] It wasn't some overpowered skill designed for combat or survival. No, it was something entirely different, yet equally powerful in its own right. [Charm: Increase favorability as more women are captivated by your presence.] This was my key to survival. Through this strange, almost ridiculous skill, I realized that I could change my fate. The powerful female characters, once unreachable in the original storyline, could now be influenced. If I could make them favor me, their strength, influence, and protection would be mine. But it wouldn’t be easy. Each of these women had their own complex personalities, histories, and goals. They were dangerous, capable of crushing me in an instant if I misstepped. But with charm on my side, I might just be able to win them over—and in doing so, alter my destiny.

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Distinguishing Elements

"This is the last group, right? It's late, but there's a sense of achievement in trying to find the answer until the end. Perfect score. Good job, Myo."

Professor Karen's voice rang out, signaling the conclusion of the first test. Miraculously, it was ended with a group that had scored a perfect score at the last moment. I chuckled at that group.

No matter how I looked at it, that group seemed to be the one that belonged to the author of the first test cheat sheet I had read. Since they were one of the only two groups that got a perfect score with my method, I was sure they were right.

'Even an extra experiences what's bound to happen.' But as extras, that was as far as they went.

Luck only comes once. Twice in a row is too much to ask for. So, the next test had to refer to a different cheat sheet.

The current atmosphere, though, was almost like that of a funeral.