Transmigrated As An Extra In The Novel I Love And Hate

The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim glow of my laptop screen. My eyes burned from hours of reading, but I refused to stop—after all, tonight was the night. The final chapter. The grand conclusion of Sovereign Ascension.



I had spent years following the protagonist’s journey. Watching him grow from a nobody to a god-like figure. Fighting through war and killing even gods. Collecting powerful artifacts, rare bloodlines, divine blessings, and, of course, the most beautiful women imaginable.



Yet, as I read the final pages, my fingers curled into fists.



“…No way.”



I scrolled back up, reading the last few paragraphs again.



“You’ve got to be kidding me!”



The so-called “Final Battle” was a joke. After hundreds of chapters of buildup, after overcoming impossible odds, after being handed every possible advantage… the protagonist lost. And not just any loss—he died in the stupidest, most ridiculous way possible.



A trap.



Not a god-tier strategy. Not an overwhelming enemy. Not some cosmic revelation. No. He walked right into a trap that even a child could have avoided.



“Are you stupid!?” I yelled at my screen, my voice echoing in the silence of my room. “You had every opportunity! You had everything! How did you mess this up!?”



I buried my face in my hands, groaning.



And the ending… Oh, the ending.



Instead of some great twist, some world-shattering revelation… it was a rushed epilogue about how the world moved on. The protagonist’s harem of goddesses, princesses, and saints just cried for a while before moving on with their lives.



And the worst part? The guy had never even treated them right!



All those beautiful women, and the only thing he ever thought about was sex! No genuine relationships, no emotional depth—just a walking cliché with zero personality, how the hell does someone write something this stupid , no relationship building nothing.



“How is that fair!?” I grumbled, rubbing my temples. “If I had his talents, his luck, his damn plot armor, I’d have done a thousand times better than that idiot.”



"Fuck this novel and the stupid protagnaist"



I sighed, closing my laptop. It wasn’t worth getting so worked up over a novel.



Still, I couldn’t shake the frustration.



“…If I was in that world, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes, I made in this life.”



With that final thought, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion taking over.