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Number 23 had it all.

A warrior of unmatched power, a Transcendent capable of annihilating armies single-handedly, he was revered as a god among men. He seemed to have everything with wealth, fame, and influence at his fingertips. Yet beneath his cold, ruthless exterior lay an unfulfilled yearning—an elusive desire he couldn’t quite grasp...

He wanted to be a hero.

Despite his monumental achievements, Number 23’s quest for heroism remained unfulfilled. His life took an unexpected turn when he discovered a book titled [Bright]—a bestselling epic depicting a true hero's journey. Enchanted by its tale, Number 23 became obsessed, devouring every word in search of the heroism he craved. But his journey was cut short when he fell victim to a deadly ambush orchestrated by rival Transcendents, leading to his untimely execution.

In his final moments, a single regret lingered in his mind.

"I never got to see the ending of [Bright]..."

As if answering his unspoken wish, Number 23 was reborn into the world of Bright—not as its celebrated protagonist or a key figure, but as an insignificant extra. Stripped of his former identity, he now inhabited the role of Amon Solaris, a character barely noticed in the grand tapestry of the story.

Undeterred by his diminished status, Amon Solaris is determined to learn what it truly means to be a hero. But in this new world, he’s about to encounter a revelation that will change everything he thought he knew…



Four chapters a week. New chapters every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday.

The Extra Can't be A Hero

After twirling the young maiden in his arms a few rounds, Leon settled them down before asking the crucial question. Ellahan looked up at the young Knight with puppy eyes, before answering: "Why do you not want me here?"

Leon stammered at his lover's curt question, only to be met with another bright smile.

"Hehe, I missed you soooooo much!!!"

Ignoring the crowd of onlookers, Ellahan buried her face into the young Knight's chest, nuzzling it like she was embracing the scented bolster. Intoxicated by the aroma she hadn't experienced in a while, the Saintess of the Holy Church was late to react when another presence creeped up behind her.

"Alright, you should leave the tearful reunion for later."

Reunion (3)