I remember my past life—a life filled with suffering, where my own father used me as an experiment. And then it hit me. This world isn’t just any world; it’s the setting of a fantasy novel I once read.
But here’s the catch: in this story, I’m nothing more than a minor character, doomed to die before the plot even begins.
Ariadne stayed calm, but inside, she knew the truth. *I’m screwed.* And not just her—the entire world was in trouble.
Because this novel? It ends in disaster.
By the final volume of this overpowered fantasy tale, the hero fails, and the world crumbles.
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