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Path of the Extra

After a tragic accident that claimed the lives of his parents and little sister, Leo, just 17 years old, found himself shouldering all responsibilities alone. By some miracle, he survived the past four months on his own—attending high school, juggling multiple part-time jobs, and enduring sympathetic gazes that pained him. The only respite he found was in books, which offered him an escape and some semblance of joy. One day, while engrossed in the book 'Path of Heroes: Battle Against the End,' his life took an unexpected turn. Halfway through the story, he inexplicably found himself transmigrated into the world of Path of Heroes, inhabiting the body of Azriel Crimson—a character never mentioned in the story's first half. An extra. Someone seemingly irrelevant to the plot. Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—fate had other plans, and Leo soon discovered that being a mere extra was not his destiny after all. -------------------------------------- Character illustrations will be available on Discord. Discord: https://discord.gg/9zZ69PVNFJ Also: Powerstone = PS 200 PS = 1 Extra Chapter 400 PS = 2 Extra Chapters 600 PS = 3 Extra Chapters

Crypthh · ファンタジー
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211 Chs

Birth of Genesis [1]

Azriel looked solemnly before plunging Void Eater into his throat.

Blood seeped from the man's lips as the light in his eyes faded.

He collapsed onto the cold, hard ground.

And in the end…

All Azriel felt was the euphoric rush from [Core Reaper].

But then, he felt it.

He had advanced a grade.

Yet, even as he sensed the shift in power, there was no joy.

How could there be?

The weight of killing two humans gnawed at him.

And worse, [Core Reaper] had made it feel... good.

Which only made it a thousand times worse.

"You're getting used to it. No vomiting this time like with your first kill. You adapt quickly," Leo said, his voice casual as he stood beside Azriel, a satisfied smile curling on his lips.

He glanced at the bodies.

"Piercing their throats... how gruesome."

Azriel sighed, lowering himself to the cold floor. He needed to recover.

This was only the beginning.