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 looked into her eyes — those deep, violet eyes that always seemed to shimmer when she smiled or flustered.

Then he kissed her again. This time, slow and meaningful.

After a while, they simply sat like that — her curled on his lap, his hand stroking gentle circles on her lower back, both of them lost in each other's presence.

Occasionally, they'd chuckle at nothing. Althea made a joke about being a bad kisser and Zayn insisted she had an S-rank in "Tongue Technique."

"Oh my gods, stop," she laughed, hiding her face again.

"I swear if you start calling me your 'DPS cuddle bunny' — "

"I wasn't gonna say that," he said, clearly about to say that.

Time slipped past them like a lazy stream as they simply relaxed.

Zayn finally sighed. "I should probably head back soon."

"Yeah…" she said, though her arms around him didn't loosen.

Bandits, Eh?