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I Became the Bully Extra in a Novel I Hate

MangoKiller
Arthur spent two years leaving brutal reviews on a webnovel he couldn’t stop reading. He hated it. He also read over two thousand chapters of it. That should tell you everything about him. When the author finally drops the story, Arthur doesn’t take it well. Words are exchanged. Things get personal. And the last message the author sends him is a dare. You think you know better? Go fix it yourself Then Arthur wakes up on the floor of a cafeteria with someone else’s blood on his knuckles. He’s inside Reckoning of the Mages. The novel he spent years tearing apart. And he’s not the main character, not a sage mentor, not even a decent side character with a real arc. He’s Vexis Lestilaut. The bully extra. The one who exists in the background of maybe a dozen scenes just to make the hero look good. The one who turns up dead before the first arc ends. He has two weeks. No idea who kills him. The original author never bothered to name the killer because Vexis was never important enough to matter. Arthur had skimmed those scenes. Called it lazy writing in a comment thread and moved on. He’s not moving on anymore. The story has already changed. He just doesn’t know if that’s going to save him or get him killed faster.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ PS: I don’t use AI to write or heavily rely on it for plotting or brainstorming. Everything you read in this book was written by a human mind. I only use AI for fixing quotations, minor edits, grammar checking and fixing and reducing workload to save time. Author’s Note: I’m a new author who is still discovering my writing style, voice, and creativity. This is a learning journey for me, and every chapter is a step forward. I know there will be mistakes along the way, but I’m doing my best to improve with each update. If you notice anything that could be better, please don’t hesitate to share your thoughts. Suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are always welcome. Thank you for giving my story a chance. Your support, comments, and patience mean a lot and help me grow as a writer. I hope you enjoy the journey as much as I enjoy writing it. Discord server: https://discord.gg/TH5HjXVf8 ! Arthur’s Survival Fund ! The more Power Stones you throw at this novel, the more chapters Arthur is legally obligated to survive. ⭐ 100 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter ⭐ 200 Power Stones = 2 Bonus Chapters ⭐ 300 Power Stones = 3 Bonus Chapters ⭐ 500 Power Stones = 5 Bonus Chapters No promises for Arthur’s mental health, however. Thank you for supporting the story!
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