Prologue: The Last Save
Five years.
That's how long I spent in that damn game.
Late nights. Burned-out keyboards. Missed birthdays. Relationships? Ha.
All just to see the words "True Ending Achieved."
And I did it. Every dungeon cleared. Every secret unlocked. Every ending—yes, even the one where the protagonist dies hugging his rival in a field of flaming roses. I was the master of this cursed world.
And then...
I blinked.
The screen went dark.
And when I opened my eyes again—I wasn't in my room.
I was here.
Inside the game.
But not as a hero.
Not as one of the five main characters with bloodlines, blessings, and plot armor thick enough to deflect God's boredom.
I was an extra. A faceless, nameless NPC. A first-year student at Ordanis Academy, doomed to die in some random encounter if I so much as sneeze during the wrong chapter.
And in this world, death is permanent.
For me.
No save points. No respawns.
But here's the twist: I don't care about saving the world. Not the kingdoms. Not the empires. Not the chosen ones with destiny carved into their teeth.
I only care about one thing:
Getting back to her.
My sister.
She's still in the real world. And somewhere near the end of this game's twisted timeline—hidden behind one of the Demon Kings—is a key. A power that can cross dimensions.
So I'll cheat, steal, and hoard every hidden relic and forbidden spell the game designers buried. I'll break every rule and avoid every heroic speech like it's a plague.
I won't die here.
Not before I get back to her.
Even if the world has to burn for it.