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~REMON~WSA~2025~

 I Was Just an Author… Until I Became the Character I Pity Most.

I’m Cha Jin-sung, your friendly neighborhood writer... Well I used to be… until I died in the most cliché way possible: collapsing at my desk after clicking a shady email from a “fan.”

Next thing I knew, I had woken up inside my cancelled novel—as an extra, no less: Kaiser Vanguard, a useless character I had only created out of pity.

But unlike other poor souls who get thrown into fantasy worlds, I’ve got an edge: I know the plot and the players.

The only thing I need to do is stay far, far away from the plot—not even daring to breathe the same air as the protagonist.

Yeah, right!! To hell with that background character BS!

Screw fate and the plot too. This is my damn story, why would I remain a side character?

Still, I don't want much or even need much.

Only gaining godlike powers, becoming OP, finding a wife in a world filled with countless baddies, protecting my friends and my clingy battle-crazed MC, and maybe, just maybe getting laid.

Sure, my first two week might be hellish.

But after that?

I’ll fight, flirt, break the script, and forge my own ending, in a deadly and competitive academy.

But even in a calm, dungeon-filled noble society, there is still darkness lurking in the shadows, and secrets yet to be told... Even the memories of my previous life have begun to fail me.

Still, this is my life and story as the smart, handsome, overpowered protagonist: Kaiser Vanguard.

Reborn As An Extra In My Own Novel

March 25, 2036—

First class on Monday: Revision of Theoretical Combat.

Ordinarily, this would have been the second class of the year, but it was likely rescheduled due to the Nefertari incident.

Neko-sensei stood before the entire cohort of first-years as we walked down the pristine white corridor of the weapon gallery.

There were no obstacles, nor any visible doors. According to tales circulated by the third-years, the gallery was impenetrable vault that only a select few instructors could navigate its entrance.

This was the story a boy from Class D, walking behind me, was animatedly sharing with his friend.

'Kids really say the wildest things… Then again, I'm a kid too.' I shook my head, causing Amy to glance at me with concern.

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