Honkai: Fire Moth Herrschers - Chapter 16: My Luck is Over the Top!

Even after knowing what came next....I still accepted.A deal with the devil herself.A devil, in the form of a goddess.I accepted a life that I knew wouldn't end well, a life that was worse off than the very curel one I already lived.But I still choose to do it.I chose to become the villain.

Noah, who was obsessed with the game 'Survival of an Extra'.He spent months chasing an elusive alternate ending.During one of his playthroughs, a glitch and a mysterious effect spirals the game into chaos, killing off characters one by one, everyone in the game slowly started to disappear.In the end, He awakened something he shouldn't have known about, his fate ended in one world and began in another world.Awakening as Noctis Nightryn, the Game’s protagonist and a “extra” Character of the unfamiliar world.He now had to find the cause of the bad ending he had triggered and prevent it at all cost, all while seeking an ending of his own to survive.Since the first day, he arrived to the world everything he knew about game started to differ. The main character were not the same as in the game.Noah realized this world was no longer the same game he knew—since his arrival, everything had already began to deviate, forcing him to make decisions he didn't know would lead to.

Born with the fate of a slaughterer, but all he wanted to do was help.

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.