Fantasy

I killed the protagonist.
    Yeah. He was a real son of a bitch.
    Noah didn’t just stumble into this mess. He walked straight in—grinning, sword in hand.
    One day, he wakes up inside his favorite game… as a throwaway side character no one remembers. A complete nobody. But when he figures out who the so-called “main character” is?
    Some smug, self-righteous psycho.
    So yeah—he killed him. No regrets.
    Story over, right?
    Not exactly.
    Because this world? It’s got one more player.
    “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?”
    Now the story’s off the rails, the world’s gone completely off-script, and Noah’s got a new goal:
    Steal the hero’s spot. Rewrite the plot. Find out who the hell this other player is. And maybe—just maybe—make this damn story fun for once.