He wasn't meant to be remembered.
But sometimes, even fate gets careless.
In a world not quite this one, a soul flickered against the dark.
A man sat alone in a small, windowless room lit only by the dull flicker of a half-broken monitor. His eyes were bloodshot. Unmoving. A coffee-stained notebook lay open before him, filled with charts, combat references, stat balance formulas… and a name scribbled over and over.
[Weyr Fennec] – Extra #11 – Killed in Chapter 3
A side character in a long-dead webnovel.
He wasn't special. Wasn't a hero. Not even a villain.
Just some filler who died so the protagonist could look cool.
"I gave you everything," the man whispered to the screen, the cursor blinking like a silent metronome to his madness. "But no one even noticed."
His head slumped forward. Whether from exhaustion, despair, or something else entirely… he didn't wake.
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And yet…
He opened his eyes again.
And the world he saw was not Earth.
A cracked sky loomed overhead, gray and starless. Ash drifted lazily through the air, like snow born from ruin. He coughed, staggered up—he was barefoot on scorched soil, his breath visible in the cold.
And somehow, he knew his name was Weyr Fennec.
A name not his… yet now, completely his.
This wasn't reincarnation. It wasn't transmigration. It was a mistake—a fluke in reality's design. A broken cog in a story no one was supposed to finish.
He wasn't supposed to be here.
And yet, here he stood.
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> "This is your test.
Not from fate.
Not from some system.
From the path you chose the moment you survived when you weren't supposed to."