Second World - Chapter 252 - 252. Ice Ring

When a terminally ill young man awakens in the world of his favorite childhood game, he realizes he isn’t the protagonist, the destined hero, or even a major side character. Instead, he has become an extra—a disowned noble barely clinging to relevance in a world where strength determines everything. Worse, his fate in the game was to die an early, meaningless death.Armed with only his knowledge of the game’s storyline and a common system that tracks his stats and skills, he is determined to survive. But mere survival isn’t enough. He remembers a hidden easter egg from a long-forgotten anime collaboration: the Mangekyō Sharingan—a power limited by game mechanics but unrestricted in reality.With Kamui as his trump card, he walks the fine line between fate and freedom, seizing power from the shadows while avoiding suspicion. As the protagonist and his allies battle against demons and unravel the game’s grand destiny, he secretly builds his own strength—manipulating events, mastering forgotten arts, and even forging ties with villainous factions.Will he remain a footnote in history, or will he carve his own legend in a world that was never meant to be his?

My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.Truth is? I don’t even like this world.I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.They think I’m a failure.Maybe I am.But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.

Su Xiuyi of the Great Zhou Dynasty and her beloved won the champion and second place respectively in the temple examinations, but in the face of the saint, Da Zhou Shenglong saw through the second place as the demon saint, the demon saint is noble, shemale The two clans never died.

The Emperor Zhou imprisoned the demon saint in the sky prison.

Su Xiuyi sneaked into the sky prison to let the demon saint woman go.

He was imprisoned in the Wanwen Academy, which is known to be ten dead and lifeless in the Academy, and could not take a step in his life.

Wanwenyuan, known as a place of ten deaths and no life, has never come out alive, and they have all been cursed to death by the curse of the courtyard. When Su Xiuyi was desperate, he signed in to the system.

When I first entered the Wanwen Academy, I signed a patch of Heavenly Pill.

In front of the Wensheng stele, I signed Abidao Sandao.

In the book building, the King of 4D, the strongest divine literary “Tao”, was signed in.

In front of the altar, a sign was signed for Ten Thousand Fairy Blood.

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Su Xiuyi wanted to sign in silently until Invincible under Heaven came out of the mountain, but the demon saint of the past entered the imperial city, and Su Xiuyi also discovered her identity, which turned out to be…

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In front of people, she was an ordinary student who had no background and came out of the county with a playful smile on her lips.

Afterward, she was a business king who had been paving the way for prosperity in China.

Wei Sheng was accidentally reborn in the autumn of 1998 and had to face heavy school work, the cold eyes of her relatives, her parents expectations, and clear class discrimination again.

When re-entering the stage of history, how could she let everything repeat itself?

But she was sad to find that the television station had to take a break every afternoon?

There was no computer or iPad, small books were the paradise of childrens dreams.