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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

I ran through the dirty slums of Alverton, ignoring the people who I'd knocked into in my rampage. Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and endless, blurring everything around me as I ran. The once-familiar streets that I used to roam seemed like an endless maze, and I couldn't find the exit. Though, one thing remained constant…

Towering people who looked down on me with faces of indifference and annoyance.

They all edged away from me whenever I got close like I was a plague or a cockroach. No, some even spat in my direction, asking me to scurry back into the ditch where I belonged. My chest hurt, not just from running but from the lump in my throat that wouldn't go away. I kept bumping into legs and bags, muttering apologies that got swallowed by the chaos.

Was I not a human, too? Why am I treated so unfairly?

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