In the year 2350, Earth changed forever. Portals tore open across the skies, unleashing monstrosities no human had ever faced. But with the monsters came awakening – humans gained power, ranks, and a status screen that defined their place in the new world.

Two centuries later, power no longer belonged to politicians, but to the awakened.

Damian Valcor, a bored 15-year-old, only cared about passing the entrance exam for an academy. But on the eve of the results, his life was overturned when he awakened the memories of his past life.

A past life where he was not an ordinary man…
But a ruthless mafia boss.

To his shock, the world he now lived in was nearly identical to a novel he had once come across in his previous life.

Although he remembered the world, he didn’t remember any of the characters of that novel.

But he was sure of one thing. Damian Valcor was not one of the main characters.

He was just a random Extra.

With underworld cunning, ruthless ambition, and the knowledge of what lies in the future for this world, Damian must make sure to protect his loved ones, the loved ones he never had in his past life.

He will make sure to snuff out the existence of any being who dared to endanger them.

But for that… He needs to rise as the one pulling the strings. 

And to do that, he needed… Power.

"Power isn’t granted, it’s taken – and I’ve had a lifetime of practice."
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Inside the chamber, Lysander's eyes had narrowed further, his body language shifting fractionally.


The boredom had vanished completely, replaced by something sharper.


The mental pressure multiplied into S- rank territory, weight that should only be used on awakeners who'd already broken past all limitations.


Damian's body slammed back to the ground, the impact creating new cracks in the already fractured stone.


His hands clawed at the floor immediately, refusing to stay down.


He pushed himself up again, and the strain of lifting his own body weight against the mental pressure caused something to give.


His left arm bent wrong as the radius fractured from the force he was exerting to rise.


His ribs cracked one by one as he forced his torso upright, the bones breaking under the tension of muscles fighting against impossible mental weight.


Chapter 459 - I Am The End