Chapter 1: Death of a Gamer, Birth of an Extra

Park Seojun rubbed his tired eyes, staring at the glowing screen in front of him. His room was a mess—empty ramen cups, crumpled snack wrappers, and energy drink cans stacked like trophies of his sleepless grind.

"Just a little more..." he muttered, clicking furiously as his character weaved through hordes of enemies.

For the past fourteen hours, he had been playing Hunter Gate Crisis Fantasy, an MMORPG that had consumed his life. The game was massive—hundreds of heroes, powerful antagonists, and a single main protagonist who would eventually save the world from destruction.

Unfortunately, none of that concerned him. Seojun had never been a professional gamer or a streamer. He was just a college student drowning in assignments and part-time jobs, using the game as an escape. His rank wasn’t particularly high, nor did he aim for glory—he just loved the world.

And now, after countless retries, he was about to clear the final secret dungeon—something only a handful of players had ever done.

His fingers blurred over the keyboard. Health bar critical. Mana depleted. One final attack.

“YES!” He slammed his desk in triumph. The final boss collapsed, and golden letters flashed across the screen.

> [Congratulations! You have cleared the Hidden Dungeon: Abyssal Throne.]

A wide grin spread across his face. His vision blurred from exhaustion, but his heart pounded with excitement. He barely had time to process his victory before his body suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

THUMP.

His head hit the desk. His heart skipped a beat—no, it stopped entirely.

The last thing he saw before everything went black was the flickering game screen.

Warmth. Softness.

Seojun’s eyes snapped open. His body felt... strange. Lighter. Smaller.

He wasn’t in his cramped apartment anymore. Instead, he lay on a luxurious, king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, the scent of lavender in the air. The ceiling was adorned with an intricate golden chandelier, and the walls were decorated with ornate paintings and carved wooden panels.

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This was not his home.

He sat up too quickly, and a sharp headache followed. At that moment, a flood of memories crashed into him.

Memories that were not his own.

A name surfaced: Leon Valstaine.

A powerful family. Wealth beyond imagination. The heir to one of the most influential conglomerates in the world.

A super extra in Hunter Gate Crisis Fantasy.

Seojun—no, Leon—froze. This world. He knew this world.

It was the game.

The very same game he had spent thousands of hours playing.

His lips parted in shock.

“What the hell…”

Leon Valstaine. The only son and heir of the Valstaine Conglomerate.

In the game, the Valstaine family was known as the wealthiest faction, controlling a vast network of guilds, artifact trades, and high-ranking Hunters. Despite their power, they never took center stage in the storyline.

Leon himself was just a nameless background character. In the entire 200-hour main story, he had appeared exactly once—a passing mention in a side quest where the protagonist attended a high-society banquet.

That was it. No tragic fate. No heroic arc. Just a rich kid who existed.

And now, he was him.

Leon exhaled slowly, his mind racing. This wasn’t just being isekai’d into a fantasy world. This was worse.

He was a nobody in a world of heroes, villains, gods, and monsters.

And that meant one thing.

He could die at any time.

Because while he might not have had a tragic fate in the game… this was no longer just a game.

Taking a deep breath, Leon stood up, ignoring the luxurious surroundings. He needed to test something.

“Status,” he muttered.

Ding!

A familiar blue window appeared in front of him.

> [System Activated]

Name: Leon Valstaine

Title: [Heir of the Valstaine Conglomerate]

Level: 1

Class: None

Stats: ???

Skills: ???

Blessings: ???

His lips twitched. The game system was here. That was good. That meant the rules were the same.

But there was something else—something far more dangerous.

He glanced at the Blessings section.

In Hunter Gate Crisis Fantasy, Hunters received blessings from Constellations—divine beings that chose their champions. The protagonist of the game had been blessed by the God of War himself. Other characters were backed by powerful gods, demons, or even forgotten ancient beings.

Leon?

> Blessings: [None]

“…Figures.”

He wasn’t the protagonist. He wasn’t even a Hunter. He was just a rich extra with no combat abilities.

But that was fine.

Because unlike everyone else in this world, he knew the future.

He knew which dungeons would be discovered.

He knew which artifacts were secretly world-changing.

He knew the true identities of hidden villains.

And most importantly

He knew that money, if used correctly, could buy power.

Leon clenched his fist. He had two choices.

1. Live as the useless rich heir, avoid trouble, and hope the main story never touches him.

2. Use his wealth, knowledge, and cunning to become something far greater than a side character.

The choice was obvious.

He refused to be a footnote in someone else’s story.

If he was born into wealth, he would use it to change fate itself.

Even if the gods ignored him now… he would make them notice.

And one day, he would stand above them all.

End of Chapter 1.