A pale-looking young man with fuzzy short brown hair and staggering black eyes stood in the midst of a heavy snowstorm while vivid blue flames surrounded him.
A horrified expression enveloped his face as he locked on the flames.
It was the same old story, a young man being transmigrated as an extra after reading his favorite story, but this was not like any other.
He didn't read the story for any enjoyment purposes but to shit on it.
In fact, there was nothing consistent about that same story except for the main character; the worlds, side characters, and whole plot would change.
So when he got transmigrated with 12 people and all he had to do was kill the main character to get unlimited wealth and power, it was like a dream come true.
Truly though it wasn't that easy.
One by one, those transmigrators were dead, all playing into the hands of the main character.
The man was a monster—a devil, in fact.
Being able to outsmart the whole world, even the author.
So he fled away, frightened of that same devil.
Looking at the endless, vast pieces of snow, his mouth quivered.
"I hope I can see this world again, even if it's 4000 years later."
Slowly, the young man sat down and began to crawl to a hole next to him.
It was a tomb slowly built for him.
A perfect way to die for an imperfect man.
Before he gently closed his eyes and accepted his fate, he looked up at the vast sky ahead of him.
It was empty, like a blank cloth, except it was cold and uncomfortable.
In that moment, he accepted his face and gradually closed his eyes.
* * *
10 years had passed and everything looked the same.
The sky, the moon, the stars—they all still looked.
Empty.
But the flames changed; they became more fluid, thicker, and darker.
* * *
100 years had passed and more color emersed.
The moon had vanished and a sun had appeared.
Smaller than the stars, yet it made everything a bit more colorful.
* * *
1000 years had passed.
The flames color was destroyed, but the heat increased.
Life such as flowers and wild beasts populated, but none of them went after him as he still lay there.
* * *
4000 years had passed, and the young man was completely engulfed by flames.
Still, he just lay there, closing his eyes, but soon something grabbed his attention, and he opened them.
[Name]: Astaroth
[Age]: 15
[Gender]: Male
[Arcanist rank]: Primordiate
[Arcana core rank]: Fable
[Arcana Title]: Dread King of Flaws
[Arcanist weapon]: Sword of the First Saint.
[Arcanist Armour]: Amour of the First Saint.
[Arcanist shield mastery]: Lvl 1
[Arcanist weapon mastery level]: Lvl 1.
[Memories]: None
[Objective]: Collect all of the other extra's memories, reincarnate them, and kill the main character.
[Arcana]: Ultimate gamble.
[Arcana description]: A unique skill, an ability where, no matter the situation, you can gamble and potentially win in that situation, but you lose 99% of the time.
[Arcana echo]: None
{Would you like to risk it all and become a true gambler??}
[ Yes/No]
Engulfed in flames Astaroth still opened his eyes.
He was already so close to death that not taking the offer would make him look like a fool, so he clicked yes.
Then another message popped up.
[Would you risk it all for your burns to be healed?]
[ Yes/no]
Imediately again, he clicked yes.
[Congratulations on winning the gamble!!]
Before Astaroth even knew it, the fire was out and all his wounds were gone, so after that, he crouched, grabbed his sword, and began to move.
Would you risk it all for you to be able to walk again?
[Yes/no]
If the gamble had worked once, he knew it would work again, so he clicked yes.
You lost the gamble; you're a fuc*ing idiot. Try again next time.
[Gamblings for the day 2/3]
Astaroth was petried; his legs slowly began to shake as he feigned his rapidly stopping.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
Astaroth violently screamed as he felt his heart slice into two while blood dripped from his head all the way down to his toes.
Even though he was in a situation where he was almost practically immobile, he had to endure it because he couldn't waste another gamble.
If he did fail again, then it wouldn't be surprising if he suddenly died on the spot.
One step after another, he dropped his aching feet all over the bright white snow.
If it wasn't already hard enough, he had to have heavy gold armor wrapped around him while having a giant crimson sword following him from behind.
Suddenly Astaroth stopped and spotted something.
Even though it was blurry, he knew exactly what it was.
Wolves.
Very big ones.
With gentle white fur, bloodshot blue eyes, sharp white teeth, and big black claws that turned pieces of snow into burnt ashes, Astaroth knew what was coming for him.
But in that moment, his breath wavered.
He felt dizzy and sick.
His leg bones almost shattered while just standing up, but now he was going to fight wolves, and he didn't know how many wolves were even there.
He wasn't ready, but he had to be.
As the wind blew hard and the sun shone brightly upon the land, the wolves started to run, faster and faster, almost as if they had found their next prey.
The more they kept running, the more interesting they became the Astaroth.
Not only did they have three heads, they were way bigger than him, almost double his size.
"This can't be right."
SPALSH!!
A rumbling sound ruptured Astaroth's stomach and multicolored spat out of his mouth.
The blood was thick and colorful, almost looking like a painted stone.
Soon he felt so tired to the point where he was about to take off his armor and abandon everything all together.
He lost the gamble, and now everything has turned into a dystopian hell.
Eyes, mouth, nose, and heart are bleeding.
Skull crushed.
Muscles aching.
Bones quivering.
And the wolves were almost at his location.
"Wow, I'm so lucky today; I can see three wolves now."
"I CAN'T KEEP WAITING; JUST COME ON AND TRY TO KILL ME ALREADY."
This moment was either going to be his final gamble or just an average one that he was going to take; basically, he was fucking around and waiting to find out.
Just like he planned, the wolves came exactly where he was and surrounded him.
Slowly Astaroth got in a position, waiting patiently for the next move.
"This isn't so bad; even if I die, at least I don't have to revive those morons that call themselves extras or self-proclaimed main characters."
" RAWRRRRRR!."
One wolf lunged forward, trying to bury his claws into Astaroth's fragile yet foul skin.
But Astaroth lunged back, then used his sword to slash the wolf's neck in half.
Blood and guts exploded out of the wolf's body, splashing every while its skin lay gently on the ground, almost looking like it got buried in snow.
After a few seconds had passed, the two wolves began to do something very suspicious.
They began to eat each other.
Ripping each other's guts open and trying to feast on the other.
Astaroth would have used it as an opportunity, but there was one problem.
He couldn't move his legs at all.
No matter how hard he tried, his body just gave up.
So he had to watch everything.
Soon after they both had stopped eating each other and one wolf had one, that same wolf began to regenerate.
Eyes began to spawn all over the wolf's body while it became even bigger.
It lost its fur, and its skin transformed from a gentle white to a soul sucking black.
Claws sprang like horns on its head, and bones jabbed out of its body.
It had completely transformed from an innocent wolf.
Into a monstrosity sent from the devil himself.
After its transformation, brown liquid began to pour out of its body as it came closer to Astaroth.
Astaroth was already weak and frail.
[Would you like to risk everything for a sword skill?]
[Yes/No]
Even though he didn't want to, there was no way he could possibly win against that thing.
He had to click yes.
[Wow, you really are a fuc*ing idiot, aren't you? You lost the gamble again! haha]
[Gambles: 3/3]
[You have reached the limit.]
After that message, all feeling vanished out of his body.
It was over; he had lost again.
Skin pilled of his body like leaves as he lost control of himself.
His bones had turned to practically dust, yet he was still standing.
Without even knowing it, he began to swing his sword uncontrollably while lunging forward at the beast.
"So is this the last extra that ###### told me about?"
An ominous figure said as he approached Astaroth.
"Come on, boy, you've done enough; it's time my turn."
As if everything wasn't bad enough, someone was trying to kill him, and there was something he knew that he was trying to hide for his entire life.
The main character knew where he was. And has summoned one of his henchmen to finally kill him.