Kira_L

Everyone has friends in their lives, right?

They can be anyone—good friends, bad friends, or even... friends with benefits.

Ahem!

Anyway, the point is, everyone has friends. And so did I.

I was friends with author of web novel.

Yeah, was.

A small argument over how the main character should act in novel of [World’s Greatest Hero] led to a fight with my friend, the author.

Still frustrated, I stormed out of his house... and that’s when Truck-kun hit me.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part? I woke up in a different body—the body of a side character in my friend’s novel. 

A character who is supposed to die in the prologue.

[Your body is dying!]

[You don’t have much time left.]

[The creator of this world is mocking you.]

F#ck you, Author.

F#ck this novel.

I will survive, and when I do—I'll beat you to a pulp!

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[WSA2025 ENTRY!]

Additional tags:

# Academy # Alternate World
# Fantasy World # Male Protagonist # Misunderstandings # Multiple Love Interests # Obsessive Love
# Possession # Romantic Subplot
# Special Abilities # Transported to Another World # Yandere


[Author Note:- I don't need any castle or spacecraft, etc. i think it's waste of money sending those big gifts. So save your money and just read if you like the novel.]

The Academy's Doomed Side Character

As I picked up a dumbbell, I muttered to myself, "Yeah, no. I'm not a saint. I'm a damn miracle for putting up with this."

As soon as I reached the rack of dumbbells, I gripped the nearest one like it owed me money.

I was finally going to have my moment.

I adjusted my grip, stepped into position, and began a slow set of curls. Just as I hit the third rep, I caught movement in the mirror—Nora, leaning on the squat rack, arms crossed, her eyes locked on me like a judgmental coach.

Was she seriously monitoring my form?

I tried not to look at her directly and focused on the mirror again. One… two… damn, my arms were already burning.

From the side, Violet sat on a nearby bench, checking her nails with the elegance of a queen, though her gaze flickered up every few seconds. She wasn't even pretending to be subtle.

This… this was the worst kind of cardio. Emotional cardio.

I Just Wanted to Work Out, Not Survive a Love War [2]