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[THE COVER OF THE NOVEL ISN'T MINE IT IS CREATED AREKUSHISU_1 ]

Adrian Cross was a man carved by war and hardened by loss. After watching his adoptive family brutally murdered, he tore through the world like a storm—until his revenge was complete… and so was his life.

Then, he woke up again. In a new world. In someone else’s body.

Now he is Franz Kafka, a mysterious transfer student in a world straight out of a cliché power-fantasy novel—complete with a chosen one, childhood-friend heroines, and divine systems. But Franz isn’t part of the story. He’s not even supposed to exist.

What begins as a second chance spirals into something far stranger. Tasked by bickering gods to “protect the main cast” until an impending world-shifting event, Franz must play bodyguard, cleaner, and occasional executioner in the shadows of a story he doesn’t care about.

But when a figure from his past appears—someone he thought he lost forever—the line between peace and bloodlust blurs once more. As Franz starts unraveling the world’s secrets, old rage bubbles up… and with it, a darker question

A Quiet Life Denied

Franz's POV (continued)

A shadow crossed the hallway. Heavy boots. Measured steps. Franz watched the angle—judged the distance between breath and trigger.

He spun out from behind the pillar like a whip of muscle and smoke.

The bullet hit just above the brow. A mist of pink sprayed against the wall.

He closed the distance to the last guard, sprinting low.

The man flinched, raised his sidearm—

Franz slid under the arm, caught the wrist mid-motion, and slammed his elbow up—

The wrist broke backward with a sound like snapping branches.

Franz twisted, grabbed the dropped pistol in mid-air, and shoved it up under the man's chin.

Chapter 31: Chaos III