[THE COVER OF THE NOVEL ISN'T MINE IT IS CREATED AREKUSHISU_1 ]

Adrian Cross was a man carved by war and hardened by loss. After watching his adoptive family brutally murdered, he tore through the world like a storm—until his revenge was complete… and so was his life.

Then, he woke up again. In a new world. In someone else’s body.

Now he is Franz Kafka, a mysterious transfer student in a world straight out of a cliché power-fantasy novel—complete with a chosen one, childhood-friend heroines, and divine systems. But Franz isn’t part of the story. He’s not even supposed to exist.

What begins as a second chance spirals into something far stranger. Tasked by bickering gods to “protect the main cast” until an impending world-shifting event, Franz must play bodyguard, cleaner, and occasional executioner in the shadows of a story he doesn’t care about.

But when a figure from his past appears—someone he thought he lost forever—the line between peace and bloodlust blurs once more. As Franz starts unraveling the world’s secrets, old rage bubbles up… and with it, a darker question

He'd been using distractions to get away from everything.


Anything that helped him focus on something else.


[Quest Objective: 300 Push-ups, 300 Pull-ups, 30 KM Run][Reward: One Bottle of Healthy Whiskey][Penalty: No Cigarettes Until Completion]


"...The fuck do you mean, no cigs?" Franz muttered aloud.


<Exactly what it sounds like.> [It's part of a healthy lifestyle, you addicted gremlin.]


Franz groaned, dragging the blanket over his head. His chest still throbbed dully beneath the bandages. The systems bickered in the background—voices that faded as the weight of exhaustion finally settled in.


Franz didn't realize the systems were his biggest distraction keeping him from remembering.


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