Fantasy

Arthur spent two years leaving brutal reviews on a NovelFire 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.