SandKastle

His name was 25. On Avalis, he was just one of many tasked with fulfilling missions for Earth’s people. This time, he was given a simple one—live as Zeno Han and have an ordinary life.

Easy. Or so he thought.

The moment he took over Zeno’s body, someone shoved a script into his hands. “You’ll be perfect for this role!” And just like that, he was on set.

[Fame Meter: Unable to Measure. Off the charts.]

Doctor? Check. Pilot? Check. Eunuch? …Regrettably, check. Every script forces him to relive past missions, and somehow, he’s nailing every performance. Now, the industry wants to make him a star, but can he still complete his mission? Or will fame—and the terrifying unknown of failure—be his final curtain call?

I Accidentally Became A Superstar

- I'm starting to think that his @Zeno account is a poser. He hasn't posted anything at all!

- No updates from his company, too.

- What if he's gearing up for an ultra, mega, extra-huge project?

- At least Code Black is bound to be released in a month or so.

- But he's only an extra there! I need something bigger—a main role!

- Isn't it too early to ask for that?

Bea, who was bored out of her mind, was scrolling through Sigmoid as usual. However, even then, she didn't feel too excited. There weren't any updates regarding Zeno.

She sighed and leaned against her hand, sighing in defeat. "I need something," she muttered.

She kept refreshing her Sigmoid account when suddenly, it seemed like the heavens had heard her prayers.

The Cast is Out