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

Alex barely had time to react as the pull of the portal yanked him out of the dim, weightless space. His instincts took over the moment his boots touched solid ground. He shifted his weight forward, rolling smoothly across the wooden floor, coming up on one knee.

The faint scent of wildflowers filled the air, and the room was quiet save for the crackling of a small hearth in the corner. A figure to his left moved, and Alex turned his head sharply.

Z'yna stood there, the faint blue glow in her fingertips fading as the portal behind him sealed shut. Her expression was calm, but there was a subtle edge of exasperation in her narrowed eyes.

"Try to react faster next time," she said, brushing an errant leaf off her sleeve.

Alex rose to his feet, brushing the dust from his cloak. "Right, I'll need to work on that," he replied dryly, his tone light but respectful. "Thank you, Z'yna."

How can I help you?