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

"...Why did you guys stop? Go on."

Amidst the battlefield, the mocking laughter echoed once again, cutting off the Top Hunter's boastful tirade. All heads turned, their gazes locking onto a new figure stepping forward through the chaos.

Shrouded in a hooded black robe, the figure moved with an air of quiet confidence. Their face was obscured by a sleek black mask, revealing nothing but shadow. Yet, their presence alone commanded attention, as though the weight of the world itself had shifted toward them.

The Top Hunter's face twisted in fury as his moment was stolen. "Who dares to—"

The figure interrupted with another chuckle, holding up a hand, palm upward. Floating above it was a fist-sized orb glowing with four radiant colors. It pulsed softly, exuding a powerful life force that rippled through the battlefield like a gentle wave.

The Masked One's Gambit