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.
On the distant horizon, the sound of heavy and rhythmic footsteps echoed throughout the atmosphere, carried by the wind. The enemy troop's cries added to the eerie chorus, creating a macabre tune that sent shivers down the spine.
"Mom…" The child's grip tightened around his mother's embrace.
"Yes, sweetie, Mommy is here. Everything will be alright." The woman whispered soothingly as she stroked his hair, hoping to ease his trembling.
The atmosphere in the crowded refugee tent was thick with tension, the air heavy with the weight of their shared dread at the impending war. The huddled masses, their faces etched with lines of worry and fear, remained silent, each lost in their thoughts and prayers for a miracle.
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A boy was seen standing tall on the battlements, his white hair swaying gently in the wind. Adrian closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring the cool, damp sensation of the night dew on his skin before exhaling it slowly.