The Gamer's POV Novel

I'd just completed what I thought was the greatest video game ever. But looking up from my controller, I realized my bedroom had vanished—replaced by a sprawling coliseum, sand stained with blood, burning under a relentless sun.

Through some impossible twist, I wasn't just experiencing the game—I was trapped inside it, inhabiting a background character's body. This character harbored a devastating secret: virtually no magical potential, making them the family outcast, rejected and abandoned by every blood relative. To add to this horror, the narrative demanded their death during the opening act—a brutal, inescapable end. How could I prevent the inevitable doom already written into my fate?