Anonymus_Nighter

"If fate wants me to suffer, it should have picked someone else!" —Raven.

Raven wakes up as the protagonist of his favorite novel. He knows the brutal storyline that makes grown men weep.  

The original protagonist endured it all, but Raven has no plans to play along.  

He has a system, but that broken thing has everything locked. 

He has knowledge of the plot, but no clue what twists the author hid beyond what he read. 

He has a choice to suffer like before or rewrite everything.  

The tragic twists? Fuck them

The heartbreaking losses? Skip them 

Pointless sacrifices? Save them

No more misery for the sake of character growth.  

This time, he is writing his own legend and a story worth remembering!

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What you can get from the story: -

1. A good laugh.

2. A harem that isn't braindead.

3. An MC who grows (both physically and mentally) as the story goes.

4. An MC who wants to avoid trouble, no matter what kind it is as he already has a lot of trouble in his life, but that doesn't mean he would smile if you insult him (he ain't a pushover).

5. A plot where every character would feel alive.

6. A plot with no yuri or NTR; those are not my cup of tea.

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Also, if you guys want in on my discord channel, this is the invite link to my discord server: https://discord.gg/9RgqByvQHU

Dragon's Awakening: The Duke's Son Is Changing The Plot

The last blast of Voidfire faded, leaving the cavern sweltering and silent.

Mala's body—or what was left of it—lay in a warped crater, bubbling with residual cursefire and necrotic sludge.

Her once towering form had collapsed into a melting heap of stitched flesh and bone.

The stench alone was offensive enough to start a war.

Raven exhaled slowly as the glow faded from his eyes. The dragon-scale cracks receded, the molten shimmer dimming under his skin.

His claws withdrew. With a hiss of cooling steam, the transformation ended.

He stood there, bare-chested—his upper clothes long since burned to cinders, replaced by fresh soot and the shimmer of sweat glistening under the lava-light.

His body was cut from marble, scarred and lean, a roadmap of battles etched across golden-bronze skin. Voidfire residue still clung to his arms like glowing tattoos.

CHAPTER 200 - "Like hell I'm letting you raise a red flag for us."