by Omaoma765
The Story of Your End was not just a game. Not to him. Thousands of hours — every arc, every hidden lore, every system he could exploit, every character down to the small decisions that never made it into any wiki. And the one arc no one could ever play — Academy of Endstoria, the arc that only existed as a tie-in novel so dense even most of the fandom never finished it — he read three times. Two sources. Thousands of hours. More complete knowledge of this world than anyone who had ever touched it. Then the door opened, and he went in. Not as the protagonist. Not as anyone important. As an extra, a variable that was never supposed to exist in this story. With everything he knew, the plan was simple: observe, don't interfere, let the story run its course. That plan lasted one day.────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── If you enjoy this story and want to support me, you can do so here:PATREON
