survivalArtist001

Alex was just another ordinary gamer—until the day he died. Struck down by a terminal illness, he found solace in his favorite game, a vast fantasy RPG filled with powerful warriors, intricate politics, and world-shaking events. But before he could see the game's ending, fate had other plans.

When he opens his eyes again, he’s no longer Alex from Earth. Instead, he’s Alex Dragonheart, a nameless extra in the very game he once played. Not a protagonist. Not even a villain. Just an unknown side character who was fated to die early, forgotten by history.

Armed with only half of the game’s knowledge, an unawakened bloodline, and a mysterious sealed skill, Alex is thrown into a brutal world where strength is everything. His beloved younger sister is sick and needs treatment, but his past self had been powerless to save her. Not anymore.

Determined to rewrite his fate, Alex will rise through the ranks, manipulate events from the shadows, and seize power that was never meant for him. If fate refuses to acknowledge him, then he’ll carve his own legend—one that even the gods will fear.

After all, in a world where only the strong survive, even an extra can become a nightmare.

( Okay guys just because there is a system tag does not mean he will get everything handed to him he will have to work hard to attain power because I will make it so )

The Extra Who Shouldn’t Exist

A soft chime echoed through the quiet room as the door slid open with a hiss, letting in a rush of cool, sterilized air and the noise of casual chatter.

Six familiar figures stepped through the doorway—each of them bringing a spark of life into the still room.

Draven was the first to enter, tall and broad-shouldered despite being from a dwarven lineage because of his mother's side. His cadet uniform had been replaced by a dark green bomber jacket layered over a fitted black T-shirt. His jeans were faded, boots scuffed—he looked like he'd walked off the set of a gritty street movie.

His sharp eyes scanned the room quickly, as if always on alert.

Behind him came Alden, radiating smug confidence as always. He wore a pristine white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, the top buttons undone just enough to scream effortless charm.

Chapter 87 : A Comforting chaos