Tarun_Sandhu

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.

Transmigrated As An Extra In The Novel I Love And Hate

Chapter: The Overwhelming Enthusiasm of Baby Girls

I had anticipated many things in my new life.

Battles for supremacy, political schemes, securing the protagonist's allies before he could—all of that was expected.

Was being ambushed by a horde of baby girls in my own crib.

The moment my aunts left me alone with them, my two so-called "cousins" locked onto me like predators spotting their favorite toy.

The moment their eyes fell on me ,their bright, sparkling eyes widened, their tiny hands trembling in excitement, and before I could even blink—

Or, well, as much as babies could pounce.

Which meant an uncoordinated, wobbly crawl toward me, but in my current helpless baby form, it might as well have been a stampede.

The first one to reach me was Celestia Solis, Uncle Alexander and Aunt Sylvia's daughter. Golden curls, bright blue eyes, and one of the fan favorites in the novel. She let out a happy squeal before grabbing my cheeks with both hands and squishing them.

"Kyuuu!" she babbled, her tiny fingers patting my face as if she was checking if I was real.

The second was Liliana Noctis, Uncle Asmodeus and Aunt Lilith's daughter and also one of the protagnaist's love intrest in the novel.Dark silky hair, crimson eyes, and a surprisingly quiet presence. She didn't squeal, but she giggled softly as she grabbed my chubby hand and shook it like she was making a deal.

They were both baby versions of future heroines, girls who, in the novel, had tragic endings after being entangled in the protagonist's mess.

("Tch. Like hell I'll let that happen.")

But before I could think about saving them from their doomed fates, they attacked again.

Little hands tugging at my soft baby hair.

One of them even tried to nom on my arm like I was a snack!

I sent a helpless look toward my mother and aunts, but they were—

Sylvia wiped away tears of laughter. "Oh, Celestia, Liliana, you both are so adorable! Look at how much you love your little brother already!"

Lilith, despite her usual cold demeanor, had a faint amused look in her crimson eyes. "At least they have good taste."

Mother smirked at them both. "Oh, and speaking of enthusiastic baby girls—when I was on a call with Elaris earlier, Evelyn reacted the same way when she saw Adrian's face on the holograph."

Sylvia blinked. "Wait, you mean—"

"Yeah Elaris's daughter," Mother confirmed with a smile. "She tried to reach through the screen to grab him."

Lilith raised an eyebrow. "….I don't know why but for some reason that doesn't surpise me ."

Sylvia groaned dramatically. "Great, now even the Elves are after my baby boy!"

Lilith shrugged. "You should have seen this coming."

I stopped struggling for a second.

("Wait… Evelyn's coming as well and eho do I have a bad feeling about this ?"), I

Evelyn Moonshade. The Elven Princess, another future heroine from the novel—one of the most devoted girls to the protagonist and one who was just yesterday trying to touch me through the holo screen.

A slow, devious grin formed in my mind.

This was going even better than I planned.