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

The underground tunnels stretched endlessly, their jagged walls illuminated only by the faint glow of enchanted lanterns embedded at irregular intervals. Shadows flickered against the rough stone, shifting eerily with every step. The air was thick with damp earth and the faint metallic tang of minerals.

Ryzel led the group in silence, his posture relaxed yet alert. His dark robes barely stirred as he moved, his steps impossibly light for someone navigating uneven ground. Behind him, the others followed cautiously, their hooded robes granting them the perfect camouflage in the dimly lit passage.

They had already encountered a few patrols—figures clad in dark armor with glowing runes etched onto their gauntlets—but their robes allowed them to blend into the tunnel walls. Each time, they held their breaths, remaining motionless as the guards passed mere feet away, oblivious to their presence, thanks to robes' special effect.

The Underworld