Doma_0218

Once upon a time, there was a boy who defeated the Demon King…

But this story isn’t about him.

It’s about the one left behind — a scrapped character from the game Hero Chronicles, forgotten by the world and never even coded into the story.

Until now.

A top-tier gamer dies and wakes up as this unused character, now named Axel, in a world where the game has become reality — a world no one knows is a game.

With no plot armor, no legendary title, and a broken mana system, Axel’s only goal is to survive. But perhaps, in being forgotten… he can forge his own story.

Reincarnated As A Forgotten Character

The firelight flickered over our faces, casting shadows that danced like ghosts on the cracked stone floor of the cave. The forest outside was quiet — too quiet. Even the usual chorus of insects and distant calls of animals had hushed, as if the island itself was holding its breath.

I looked at them, my two reluctant allies. Marilda's pale blue eyes caught the fire's glow, sharp and unreadable. Thomas scratched his head nervously, but the determination in his posture was unmistakable.

"This is it," I said quietly, voice rough from disuse. "Tonight, we try to get off this island. I've spent days gathering info — this isn't some simulation. It's real. A damned island."

Marilda tilted her head, skeptical but silent.

"Not just an island," I added. "A prison. A nightmare. And we're stuck here until we figure out how to get out."

Thomas nodded slowly, his usually easy smile replaced by a tense line. "So what's the plan?"

I unfolded the crude map I'd scratched in the dirt, pointing at landmarks I'd memorized — the testing compound, the dense forest, the cliffside, the jagged shore where the waves crashed hard against the rocks.

"There's a dock on the east side. I watched the guards bring in supplies. They never patrol there at night. If we can sneak past the outer defenses, we get to that dock. From there… well, the map shows a supply boat comes in every few days. If we can hijack it…"

"Yeah," I said, voice barely above a whisper. "Crazy. Dangerous. But it might just work."

Marilda's gaze sharpened. "You think we can trust this plan?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "But staying here? Waiting to be picked off one by one? That's not an option anymore."

Thomas shifted, rubbing his neck. "I'm in. Plus I'm tired of all this torture. If we don't do it now, how will we ver get a better chance?"

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. For the first time, the weight of this broken world didn't feel quite so heavy.

The forest breathed around us, shadows thick and alive.

We moved silently, careful to avoid snapping twigs or rustling leaves. Every step was a calculated risk. My heart hammered in my chest — the taste of freedom was sweet, but the path was razor-thin.

The guards were fewer at night, sluggish from hours of patrolling.

We slipped past the compound gates under the veil of darkness, breath shallow, senses razor-sharp.

When we reached the dock, I froze.

A single supply boat rested at the pier, lanterns dim, but men still milling about.

I crept forward, muscles tense, eyes scanning for weaknesses.

My hand hovered over my pistol. The air tasted electric.

Back by the trees, Marilda and Thomas held their breath.

"Axel…" Marilda whispered, worry threading her voice.

Inside the boat's cabin, I found what I was looking for — keys.

My fingers trembled as I pocketed them.

I slipped out, heart pounding louder than the waves.

Just as I reached the gangplank, a shout cut through the night.

Thomas and Marilda charged forward, weapons drawn.

Our scars and broken bodies moved as one — no room for mistakes.

The guards fell, groaning or still.

The engine roared alive, startling seagulls into flight.

"We're doing this," I said, eyes on the dark horizon.

As the island faded behind us, the cold wind hit my face.

But for the first time, we held the reins.

I can finally complete that wierd quest that I've been given.

Breakout