Peace_in_Chaos

Thirteen words. 

"The Author has decided to discontinue this story. We apologize for the inconvenience."

That's all it takes to shatter the world of "Aetheric Chronicles"—the year's most acclaimed fantasy webnovel. For thousands of readers, it's heartbreak. For the mysterious masked figure in the final chapter, it's an unfinished destiny. But for Alex, the story's most passionate fan, it's nothing short of betrayal. 

Then comes the message: "If you truly wish to know the rest of the story..."

One mysterious message.

And one simple reply. 

That's all it takes for Alex's world to turn upside down. Now, he's about to discover that some stories refuse to end, even when their authors abandon them. And sometimes, the most passionate readers must become part of the tale they love.

In a world where prophecies fail, characters rebel, and plotlines unravel, being the "strongest reader" might not be enough.

After all, what happens when an unfinished story decides to write itself?

"Some stories choose their readers. Others consume them."

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Warning: This story contains descriptions of violence, gore, and the depiction of intense emotional trauma. Reader discretion is advised. All events and characters are products of the author’s imagination.

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Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

On the other side of the battlefield, amidst the swirling chaos, the Queen was trapped. Her emerald flames had dimmed to almost nothing as she stood frozen in place, her body rigid and unresponsive.

Above her head, a strange artifact glowed faintly—a dark, jagged relic thrown by the scarred man. The artifact shimmered with an eerie light, locking her body in a petrified state.

Before her stood Mrs. Sia, the chainblade woman, her cold eyes devoid of remorse as she twisted the serrated blade in her hands.

With deliberate precision, she plunged it into the Queen's chest, again and again, more than a dozen times. Each strike was brutal, mechanical, as though it was nothing more than a task to be completed.

The Queen's emerald eyes locked onto Sia, her face calm despite the pain. Her lips curled into a faint, knowing smile, an expression that made Sia's calm facade falter for a split second.

"You'll help me," Sia muttered, her voice soft but resolute.

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