Release That Witch - Chapter 901: The Witches From Afar (Part III)

This is the story of a young boy who steps into the world of immortals.If you love Fantasy and cultivation novels, then you can give it a shot.It will be slow paced in start, but I will try my best to not make it too slow, that it might become unbearable to read.The main character (MC) will be a lone individual, avoiding excessive social interactions, including friendships.This is my first novel, so please forgive any errors. I will do my best to make it as error-free as possible.Do remind me in the comments for any errors.

What will you do if you were transmigrated into the novel you were reading.Alex, an ordinary boy was faced with this reality as he was transmigrated into the novel he was reading. But there was a surprise there as he was not the main character or even one of the side character. He was an extra.*Ding[*Welcome to ARCANIA][Successor of the Apex]He became the successor of the strongest being in the world and was given a chance to live a whole different life than his past and he gladly accepted it as his past life was anything but good.But will his life be like those extra's who became cannon fodder or would it be whole different life ?Could he became powerful enough for a threat bigger than demons?****1-There no harem in the novel.2- Our mc is overpowered and there will be no hiding of strength at least to some extent.3 I am new at writing so please if I make mistakes do tell me.

Receiving the terrible news of never again wielding the bow has him spiralling down depression lane.However, things took a turn for the better when he opened up to see he had been transmigrated to a world of his favourite novel, as a character bedridden in a coma for five years.Aldrich Aldaman is an extra who met his end after being in a coma for five years.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.