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Survival Of A Background Character

So, you think you've got life all figured out? Well, imagine waking up in the body of a third-rate villain from a novel you once scoffed at. That's exactly what happens to your not-so-average high school student turned reluctant anti-hero. Picture this: transmigrate into the body of a suspended student from school, banished from his noble family, and now trapped in a world where magic reigns supreme and destiny calls the shots. Oh, and did I mention he's got a one-way ticket back to reality? All he has to do is complete a series of tasks to fix the messed-up storyline. Easy, right? Hell no!! But hold on a second. This ain't your typical hero's journey. Chris isn't exactly the noble, tragic figure you'd expect. Nope, he's more of a sarcastic, self-aware protagonist who's not afraid to ask the real questions. Like, why bother with destiny when you can't even get your morning coffee right? Or how about facing your past mistakes when you can just blame it on the plot? And don't even get me started on trying to outsmart fate itself. As Chris stumbles through this twisted tale of magic and mayhem, he's forced to confront his own shortcomings, forge unlikely alliances, and maybe—just maybe—find a way back to the life he left behind. But with every sarcastic quip and sardonic remark, he's also asking you, the reader, to join him on this wild ride. So, buckle up, because in a world where reality is just a plot twist away, Chris Harrison is about to rewrite the rules and show destiny who's really in charge.

wondering_boson_04 · 奇幻
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63 Chs

The Actual Task [1]

The sun cast a muted, melancholic light over the grounds of the Royal Magic Academy, its rays struggling to pierce through the somber haze that hung in the air.

The once vibrant Grand Courtyard, now marked with scars of the recent attack, stood as a poignant reminder of the chaos that had unfolded just three days prior.

Fractured stone pathways and scorched flower beds told a tale of violence and disruption, yet amidst this backdrop of destruction, a sense of resilient determination permeated the atmosphere.

At the center of the courtyard, the round marble table—its surface now marred with cracks and soot—remained a symbol of unity and perseverance.

Around it sat a group of distinguished figures, their expressions a mix of solemnity and resolve. These were the esteemed teachers of the academy, their robes bearing the signs of recent turmoil but their eyes shining with unwavering resolve.