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“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

"I was considering it," Zayn admitted, stepping closer. "But then I remembered you'd probably drink yourself into a coma if I wasn't here to stop you."

Bran cackled, slapping him on the back hard enough to jolt his spine. "That's the spirit!"

Zayn huffed, rolling his shoulders.

Before he could say anything else, a bottle was shoved into his hands by one of the beastkin servers.

He glanced down at the foaming liquid, the scent of strong ale wafting up to his nose.

"Don't be shy now," Bran teased. "Even Tobias is drinkin'."

He turned his head — and sure enough, Tobias was sitting at a table nearby, swirling a glass of something amber-colored in his hand.

He didn't look particularly interested in drinking it, but the fact that he was holding it at all was surprising.

The spectacled mage adjusted his glasses before meeting Zayn's gaze.

"I was… encouraged to partake," Tobias said, voice flat.

After-Party (II)