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When a terminally ill young man awakens in the world of his favorite childhood game, he realizes he isn’t the protagonist, the destined hero, or even a major side character. Instead, he has become an extra—a disowned noble barely clinging to relevance in a world where strength determines everything. Worse, his fate in the game was to die an meaningless death.

Armed with only his knowledge of the game’s storyline and a common system that tracks his stats and skills, he is determined to survive. But mere survival isn’t enough. He remembers a hidden easter egg from a Eclipse vision—a power limited by game mechanics but unrestricted in reality.

With voidstep as his trump card, he walks the fine line between fate and freedom, seizing power from the shadows while avoiding suspicion. As the protagonist and his allies battle against demons and unravel the game’s grand destiny, he secretly builds his own strength—manipulating events, mastering forgotten arts, and even forging ties with villainous factions.

Will he remain a footnote in history, or will he carve his own legend in a world that was never meant to be his?
i will also releasing this on royal road as ghost stream.

Beyond the Script: The Extra Who Stole the Eternal Gaze

In academy as a official force which trains students to fights against evil . They are also connected with holy church which is against evil . So academy naturally have chruch in academy .

The soft glow of candlelight flickered across the grand cathedral within the academy. Stained-glass windows bathed the interior in golden hues, depicting legendary saints and divine miracles. A faint hymn echoed through the vast chamber, carried by the hushed whispers of the faithful.

Elena knelt before the Altar of Radiance, hands clasped in prayer.

"O Lumina, Divine Guardian of the Light, guide me as you always have. Let your radiance shield the weak, and let your will be my path."

The warmth of divine energy surrounded her, a gentle yet firm presence that reassured her she was never truly alone.

A beacon of purity and justice. The deity worshiped by countless nations and the guiding force behind the Holy Church.

Long ago, when mana first surged into the world, the balance of existence shifted.

The skies crackled with power. The seas roared with newfound strength. The very land trembled.

The mighty Dragons, who slumbered beneath the mountains, spread their wings once more.

The Primordial Beasts, creatures of legend, returned to reclaim their dominion over nature.

The Ancient Spirits, ethereal beings of pure mana, whispered their wisdom to those who could hear them.

And beyond them all, the Gods stirred.

Every race worshiped their own deities, and every deity wielded power beyond mortal comprehension.

They also helped humanity by granting power to humans when mana just entered the world and human knew nothing about it.

Some were revered, their names spoken with devotion. Others were feared, their worshipers hidden in the shadows.

Lumina, the God of Light. The eternal guardian of righteousness.

Vorgath, the God of War. Worshiped by warriors and conquerors.

Sylphara, the Goddess of Nature. Protector of forests and wildlife.

Nythos, the God of Knowledge. Keeper of all wisdom, both known and forbidden.

Vashta, the Goddess of Shadows. Feared by many, but neither good nor evil.

And then there were those who should never be named.

The Forgotten Gods. The Eldritch Ones. The Malevolent Deities that lurked in the abyss, whispering temptations to the desperate and power-hungry.

Demon Worshipers also followed such gods.

Corrupting. Twisting. Offering power in exchange for devotion, sacrifice, and suffering.

It was the eternal struggle—Light versus Darkness.

As a Saintess, Elena was Lumina's chosen, blessed with a fragment of his power.

Her life was a path already paved, one she could not stray from. She was expected to uphold the ideals of the church, to be a beacon of hope, to heal, to save, to sacrifice.

She was adored. Worshiped. Treated as sacred.

Only a few had ever looked at her as more than a divine figure.

Leonhardt. Alicia. Seraphina. Reynard. Luca. Sylvara.

They reminded her that she was not just a Saintess.

A girl with dreams, with fears, with a heart that longed for more.

Elena let out a soft breath, opening her eyes.

The light from the stained-glass windows painted her in gold and silver as she gazed up at the statue of Lumina.

"I will carry the light… even when darkness surrounds me."

Because her path was not just to follow Lumina's will…

Chapter 90– The Light’s Chosen