Not-So an Extra
Suddenly being thrown into the novel's world and possessing a pretty much fucked up character made him have no choice but to continue his life as a new identity. And just like any sane person who transmigrated into a book, of course, he would destroy every red flag that stood in his way. Yet, unbeknownst to him, every single thing he did was just wrecking the storyline more and even more; to the point that the plot had become utterly screwed, thanks to him. ===== A/N: This novel is heavily inspired by many famous video games.
Ch. 115: The Bet [7]
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A few hours ago.
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In a cozy room adorned with elegant furniture, a white-haired man named Arthur sat hunched over a desk, his red eyes fixed on the paper before him.
The room exuded an air of tranquility, but Arthur's troubled expression betrayed his inner turmoil.
As he dipped the quill into the inkwell, his hand suddenly froze in mid-air.
Frustration welled up within him, and with a heavy sigh, he tossed the quill onto the desk and reclined in a plush chair.
He massaged his temples, attempting to alleviate the throbbing headache that had plagued him for days.
Arthur's mind was consumed by thoughts of his lost sons.
The recent events had left him distraught and unable to focus on anything else.
"Those little brats."
Arthur muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and concern.
"Where the hell did they go?"