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

Ragnar shot his fist into the air.

In a blink, constructs of raw soul energy erupted like jagged spears, racing skyward before suddenly pausing mid-air — twisting, turning, and then redirecting straight at him.

Dozens of them. Razor-sharp, fast, and precise.

"— How the hell did he do that?" Zayn muttered, spinning in the air with the agility of a born warrior.

His boots slammed into the ground, dust scattering. His eyes gleamed, adrenaline pumping.

He twirled his fingers, channeling a thin, shimmering soul thread from his palm.

A heartbeat later, he was weaving — zigzagging between the speeding constructs like a dancer between falling blades.

Every dodge was inches from death, every move calculated chaos. If he lost here… well, that went a huge chunk of his ego.

And besides Seren was watching, what kind of big brother would he be if he couldn't win against Ragnar?

The Dungeon Break