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Zenith: The Extra Who Rewrote Fate

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Zen transmigrated into the world of a novel... as a background student. Not the hero. Not the villain. Just a name on the enrollment list at a magic-tech academy run by a world government. In Aetherion, power is defined by your Thread — the magical code laced into your soul. And Zen? A nobody with no notable bloodline, no prestige, and no future. Or so he thought. Until the system glitched. [Thread Interface Recognized] [System Editor (Prototype) Installed] He didn’t get magic. He didn’t get super strength. He got access to the code behind reality itself. He could edit spell logic. Reduce cooldowns. Reverse damage calculations. Rewrite fate flags. There’s just one tiny problem Zen hasn’t realized yet. The story was never written for someone like him. And the moment he started changing things… The story started changing him back.
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