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 Reluctant Farewell & The Dressing Dilemma

After hours of being smothered, squeezed, and practically wrestled like a prized teddy bear, I was finally free—but at what cost?

Lying in my crib, heaving heavily, I could still feel the warmth of three determined babies who had refused to let go.

But the true final battle had only just begun.

Their mothers had tried to pry them away from me, but the moment their tiny fingers loosened, they clung back like leeches.

Evelyn pouted and buried her face in my chest.

Celestia held onto my arm, her eyes shining with stubbornness.

Liliana? Silent but deadly. She just gripped my hand tighter, staring at her mother as if daring her to separate us.

Their mothers sighed, already prepared for the tantrum of the century.

"If you get ready quickly, you'll get to see Adrian all dressed up!"

"If you behave, you can play with Adrian again after the banquet."

"If you dress up prettily, Adrian will like you even more."

The moment those words left Elaris's mouth, Evelyn's ears twitched, Celestia's eyes lit up, and Liliana—Liliana, who had barely reacted to anything—gave me a calculating look before slowly letting go.

With one last determined stare, all three were lifted away, their eyes promising:

[ (¬‿¬) Yep. The war isn't over. They'll come back stronger. ],he said in a dramatic tone

("Shut up and where they heck are you learning these chessy lines .")

( "The K dramas from from your world, and bro I gotta say I am hooked btw you should chill for while before they come back instead of arguing with little ol' me")

Just as I thought I could finally relax, I felt myself being lifted.

Mother smiled down at me. "Alright, sweetie, time to get you ready!"

…NOOOOO.

The Dressing Dilemma

She had already pulled out an entire wardrobe's worth of baby clothes, each one more elaborate than the last.

One by one, she held them up, staring at me like a sculptor analyzing their masterpiece.

"This one? No, too simple. This one? Hmm, too formal. This? Too plain. THIS—wait, no, too extravagant."

I sat there, unmoving, my face the picture of innocent acceptance, while internally wondering how long this would take.

[ (¬‿¬) Pfft. You should see your face. ]

And then, in the background, Father was losing his mind laughing.

Zephyrus sat lazily on the couch, one arm resting behind his head, the other clutching his stomach as he cackled uncontrollably.

"Seraphina, he's a BABY. Just put him in something warm and comfortable!"

Mother glared at him. "You wouldn't understand! This is his first banquet! He needs to look perfect!"

Zephyrus wiped a fake tear. "I swear, this is better than any battle I've fought."

Mother ignored him, turning back to me with renewed determination.

Just choose one for God's sake

Just Choose One!!