ChakraLord

Ren Kuroda, a college student and hardcore gamer, finally conquers Eternal Souls: Last Judgment, an unbeatable RPG, only to be met with a strange message on his screen.

“Congratulations, Champion. Would you like to unlock the bonus stage?”

When he clicks "Yes," he is transported straight into the game world, reborn as Terence Ross, the overlooked third son of a minor noble family. Realizing he’s just an extra in a world teetering on ruin, Ren trains relentlessly to survive the coming chaos.

However, life wasn’t smooth sailing. 

He was soon engaged to Lilith Underwood, the girl destined to become the game’s final boss, the Third Great Calamity. To avoid her devastating future, Ren takes a risky approach, trying to make Lilith emotionally dependent on him in the hopes of anchoring her humanity.

Yet, his plan backfires spectacularly. Lilith’s attachment becomes a fierce obsession, one that could be just as dangerous as her dark powers. 

Now, as doom inches closer, Ren faces a double-edged crisis. He must keep Lilith’s powers in check while somehow surviving her unrelenting need to keep him by her side.

In a world where even heroes fall, can an extra rewrite his fate? Or will he be claimed by the calamity he tried to prevent?

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Ren ducked under Thorn's sword, pivoted, and aimed a light jab at his friend's ribs. Thorn deflected it with ease, retaliating with a kick at Ren's knee.

Ren stepped forward, closing the distance and rendering the move awkward, his sword flying at Thorn's throat. Thorn knocked the sword upward, hopping back on one leg with a grin.

"Sloppy. If this was the younger Ren, he would've punished that mistake." He said, raising his blade again. "Are you getting tired, old man?"

"Old?" Ren scoffed, parrying Thorn's jab. "You were wheezing before we even started."

They exchanged a few more blows, the sharp clinks of metal upon metal ringing in the yard.

Sweat dripped down their faces, but their grins didn't waver for one second. Between jabs and footwork, they traded light-hearted insults. A group of squires paused their drills nearby to watch them, whispering in awe.

Then, without warning, Ren froze mid-swing. His sword lowered, eyes wide.

To The South!