The room was dark, only lit by the soft glow of a computer screen that had been on all night.
There sat a young man in an old hoodie, tired eyes, and a face way too familiar with sleepless nights.
His name was Leigh. A greatest gamer... or more like a part-time shut-in who forgot the last time he ate real food.
For the past week, he had locked himself in his room without stepping out once.
All for one goal:
To finish a fantasy otome-RPG game about a magic academy, recommended by his friend—
"Seven Thrones of Arcadia."
Seven days ago, Leigh got a call from his friend...
Friend: "Bro, I swear you'll get addicted to this game… Well, you're already a computer addict anyway :P"
Leigh: "Shut up!"
Friend: "Go touch some grass!"
Leigh: "Whatever."
Three days later—
"This is insane... Why is this route so hard?! Elric needs 100 favorability with all the heroines and has to win the Arcana Tournament to fight the final boss?!"
Leigh rubbed his face. His eyes were red, and his fingers shaking from nonstop clicking.
But he didn't stop.
As Elric Forsytrus, the main character of the game, he had gone through everything—
Deadly duels, political drama, and heart-pounding romantic scenes.
And finally, after 7 days—
[TRUE END ACHIEVED]
All the heroines were saved.
The world was safe.
Elric became the new king of Arcadia.
Leigh leaned back in his chair, chuckling.
"Finally… I did it…"
But then, a sharp headache hit him. The screen started spinning. His vision went black.
"Is this… because I didn't eat properly for a week? Hahaha..."
His body fell from the chair.
Everything went dark.
"Ding—"
Sunlight poured in through a large window. Strange birds chirped softly. A breeze gently moved the curtains.
Leigh slowly opened his eyes.
Or... maybe he wasn't Leigh anymore.
He found himself lying in a fancy classic-style bed. The room was big, smelled of wood and flowers.
His clothes? Not a smelly hoodie—
But a uniform? A school uniform?
"Huh…?"
He stood up and looked at the mirror beside the bed.
Black hair. A handsome young face, but with tired eyes. Charming purple eyes. His body felt healthier... but unfamiliar.
"Z-Zayn Altharos…?"
That was the name of a minor character in Seven Thrones of Arcadia.
A banished prince, hated by many, and... he died in Chapter 6 when the academy was attacked.
"Wait… I got isekai'd into the game?!
But why him?! I should've been Elric Forsytrus!
What did I do wrong in my past life?! T__T"
His heart raced.
"Let me think. I got into my favorite game world...
But not as the hero—
As a side character who dies early.
Seriously… I'm just meant to die in the story."
Zayn messed up his hair and screamed in frustration.
Then, a transparent screen appeared in front of him:
[System: Narrative Survival Protocol Activated]
Host: Zayn Altharos
Status: Extra – "Doomed Fate"
Survival Objective: Stay alive in the story
Favorability System: ON
Flag Detection: ON
Route Choices:
[Normal Route]: Live a quiet student life. No trouble. No danger.
[Override Route]: Change your fate and step into the main plot. But unknown risks await.
Zayn bit his lip.
"So I have a system too?
But I'm not the protagonist… I'm just an extra who's supposed to die.
Hmm… Maybe the gods felt pity and gave me this system?"
"Thanks, I guess…"
He took a deep breath.
"If I choose the Normal Route, I can use my knowledge from playing the game.
If I mess with the story, things might go crazy.
Okay... I don't need to be a hero.
I just want to live.
I will survive."
Then, an idea popped into his head.
"Wait… can I check my stats?
Sttu
[Name: Zayn Altharos]
Age: 17
Social Status: Former Prince of Altharos Kingdom (revoked)
Class Rank: C-
Character Type: Extra – "Doomed Fate"
Magic Affinity: Shadow & Null (unstable)
Starter Weapon: None
Strength: 8
Stamina: 10
Mana: 15
Luck: 1
Charm: 15
Passive Skills:
[Survivor's Intuition]: +10% evasion in life-threatening situations
[Narrative Disruption]: Can randomly trigger story flags (good or bad)
Active Skills: Not unlocked
"Whoa… His stats are actually super high for a starter!
No wonder people used to call him a genius.
But what's with this 1 Luck?! T__T"
Knock knock—
Someone knocked on the door. A maid entered and bowed.
"Young Master Zayn, the new student welcoming ceremony is about to begin.
Please get ready."
Zayn took a deep breath.
He looked into the mirror again—
At the reflection of a nobody in this giant game world.
But no matter what the story says...
He's alive now.
And he won't die just because the script says so.
"If my fate is to die…
Then I'll just write a new one myself."
With a small smile, Zayn stepped out of the room—
Into the academy full of fate... and danger.