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

Zayn barely had time to reach where Bran was before Elisse's soft hand wrapped around his own, her grip hesitant but firm.

Her fingers were slightly cool, trembling just the slightest bit against his skin.

Kara had already stepped back with a knowing smirk, her sharp eyes flicking between them.

"Go on, hero," she teased, folding her arms. "Don't keep the lady waiting."

Zayn exhaled, glancing at Elisse. Her face had taken on a rosy hue, her violet eyes looking up at him expectantly.

The magic ball hanging above them slowed for a moment, dimming as the pace of the music shifted.

She bit her lip, then asked, barely above a whisper,

The melody swelled, and all around them, the atmosphere in the guild hall had changed. The soft, romantic tune that played before had faded, giving way to something more energetic.

After-Party (IV)