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

For the briefest of moments, Alaric's kind eyes flashed with something else—something possessive, something cold. A dangerous glint, fleeting but undeniable. Maybe it was a loving father's protectiveness.

"You know how much everyone treasures you, my angel." His tone was still lighthearted, but his words carried an unmistakable weight. "So, it will be best if I check out the boy first, don't you think? I'll make sure he's worthy… and then, I will give you my blessings."

Leah lowered her gaze slightly, shyly nodding. "Mmm…"

"Good girl." Alaric chuckled again, satisfied. "That's all for tonight. You're free to go—have a good night, my angel."

Leah curtsied politely. "Good night, Father."

The metal door clicked shut behind her.

Leah stepped into the corridor, her posture as perfect as ever, each step light and unhurried. The fortress walls, cold and unyielding, stretched ahead in quiet stillness.

Veils and Voids