Alex was just another ordinary gamer—until the day he died. Struck down by a terminal illness, he found solace in his favorite game, a vast fantasy RPG filled with powerful warriors, intricate politics, and world-shaking events. But before he could see the game's ending, fate had other plans.

When he opens his eyes again, he’s no longer Alex from Earth. Instead, he’s Alex Dragonheart, a nameless extra in the very game he once played. Not a protagonist. Not even a villain. Just an unknown side character who was fated to die early, forgotten by history.

Armed with only half of the game’s knowledge, an unawakened bloodline, and a mysterious sealed skill, Alex is thrown into a brutal world where strength is everything. His beloved younger sister is sick and needs treatment, but his past self had been powerless to save her. Not anymore.

Determined to rewrite his fate, Alex will rise through the ranks, manipulate events from the shadows, and seize power that was never meant for him. If fate refuses to acknowledge him, then he’ll carve his own legend—one that even the gods will fear.

After all, in a world where only the strong survive, even an extra can become a nightmare.

( Okay guys just because there is a system tag does not mean he will get everything handed to him he will have to work hard to attain power because I will make it so )

Alden landed lightly on the cracked, dusty soil of the Deserted Isle, his boots raising a puff of red sand as he surveyed the barren landscape. The sun blazed overhead, unfiltered and ruthless, yet he looked unfazed.


Stretching his arms with a yawn, he muttered, "Alright. Let's see what this stupid 'Entrance Exam' has in store."


Just as he finished that smug thought, a low growl echoed behind him.


Alden didn't even turn. He thrust his sword backward with effortless precision, impaling a Barkwolf that had pounced from the shadows. It let out a whimper before disintegrating into light particles.


He'd already carved a trail through the local fauna. A herd of novice-rank Flame Lizards? Gone in under two minutes. A pair of intermediate-rank Razorback Boars? Barely managed to scuff his uniform.


Chapter 38 - Chapter 38: fire, fury and girlfriend issues