Izana07

“Look, I don’t need to be the strongest — I just need to be slightly stronger than the guy trying to kill me.”
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Zayn Eldrake was nothing more than a nameless extra in the grand tale of summoned heroes — a disposable swordsman in the legendary Hero of Light’s party, fated to die in an early battle against the monsters of the Apocalypse. 
But when he awakens in this doomed body with memories of his past life, he refuses to meet the same pathetic end.
He knows the story. He knows the heroes. He knows their strengths, their weaknesses… and most importantly, their women.
With the power of [Devourer’s Pact], Zayn can consume the abilities of those he defeats, transforming himself into something far greater than a mere extra. 
Strength, magic, divine blessings — everything in this world is his for the taking. And if fate itself stands in his way? He’ll devour that too.

Extra’s Rise: I Stole All The Women In The Hero’s Party

His pulse thundered in his ears, his hands twitching where they rested on the floor.

The heat from where she had kissed him lingered, not just on his lips, but on his very soul.

He swallowed, feeling the brand pulsing faintly against his neck. It wasn't painful, but it was definitely there.

"You — " He exhaled sharply. "You tricked me again."

The Witch Princess giggled, tilting her head. "I did ask this time."

"That was not asking!" Zayn hissed, glaring at her.

She tapped her chin, pretending to think. "You did agree to it, though. Voluntarily."

Zayn groaned, throwing his head back against the floor.

The Witch Princess smirked, standing up and brushing off her skirt. She reached a hand down, offering to help him up.

Zayn eyed her warily before taking it, pulling himself to his feet.

"So, what exactly does this mark do?" he muttered, touching his neck.

The Man, The Myth, The Cook