I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

The familiar chime of the System echoed in my mind, bringing my attention back to the present. The battlefield, the cheering crowd, and even Eveline's piercing gaze seemed to fade as I focused on the floating text in front of me.

[Ding! Congratulations host for completing the mission.]

[Name: Standing At The Top]

[Description: Merlin's Academy Of Magic, The top institution for magic in the realm, has thrown open its gates for a new selection. Only the strongest, most intelligent, and cunning students will make it past the trials. The academy is the stage where futures are shaped, and destinies forged. Your goal is not just to survive, but to stand at the pinnacle.]

[Objective: Become the top-ranked student in the selection process (Complete)]

[Distributing rewards...]

[Rewards: Plot Exchange Card x1, Random Talent x1, 10000 Destiny Points]

The corner of my mouth lifted slightly in satisfaction. The System had never disappointed me before, and it seemed like this victory was no different.

[Does the host want to claim the rewards?]

[Y/N]

Of course, I wanted to claim the rewards. There was no hesitation as I mentally confirmed the prompt.

[Claiming rewards...]

A warm sensation flooded through my body, like a burst of energy that surged into my veins. I could feel the System working, altering my very being in subtle ways that I couldn't quite grasp. The familiar thrill of gaining new power sent a shiver down my spine.

[Plot Exchange Card x1 added to inventory]

[Random Talent acquired: Precision Mastery (Rank: B)]

[10,000 Destiny Points added]

I raised an eyebrow at the new talent. Precision Mastery. From the brief description that appeared in my mind, it enhanced my ability to execute precise attacks, magic, and movement down to the smallest detail, allowing for near-perfect control. This could be incredibly useful in both battle and daily life—more so with my swordsmanship and magic.

But it was the Plot Exchange Card that truly caught my attention. I'd used one before, altering the very course of this story when I exchanged fates with Ethan. It was a powerful tool, capable of shifting destiny itself, and having another one in my arsenal gave me a dangerous edge over everyone else.

As the rewards settled into place, I felt a subtle shift in my aura—like I had taken another step toward something greater. But there was no time to revel in my victory. This was just the first stage of the academy trials. I knew that more difficult challenges lay ahead.

I let out a breath, dispelling the lingering energy from the fight, and resumed walking toward the exit. The crowd had quieted down, but the tension in the air still remained thick. Whispers followed me as I passed by, their gazes latching onto me with awe, fear, or envy.

As I stepped out of the arena, I noticed a figure waiting for me in the shadows near the archway.

"Well done, Samael," Eveline's voice cut through the silence. She stepped out, her eyes still gleaming with the same mixture of curiosity and admiration that I had seen earlier. "I can see you are only showing Lightning and Nature affinities while hiding others, I for one know about your star affinity. I wonder why~"

"Eveline!" I stepped forward while my mana pressure came crashing down on her, a controlled wave of power meant to send a message. She didn't flinch, but I noticed her eyes took on a fanatic look, with her cheeks flushed.

"You are my fiancé, I would never harm you," she said, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. The tension between us was palpable, but there was a glimmer of understanding in her gaze that suggested she recognized the stakes at play.

I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her boldness. "Fiancé? Is that what you want to call this little arrangement we have?"

She stepped closer, her expression shifting from playful to serious. "You know it's not just about us. Your actions today have drawn attention. Powerful factions are watching, and I can't let you face them alone."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implications. I had always known there were eyes on me, but Eveline's insight revealed a layer of complexity I hadn't fully considered. The political landscape of the academy was treacherous, and I had just stepped onto the battlefield.

"What do you propose?" I asked, keeping my voice steady. "You think we can navigate this storm together?"

Eveline's expression softened, and she nodded slowly. "If we want to succeed at Merlin's Academy, we must be united. Our strengths complement each other. You have your powerful abilities, and I have my connections and knowledge of the academy's inner workings."

I studied her for a moment, weighing her words. There was a truth in them; Eveline was cunning and resourceful. While I possessed the strength to take on most opponents, the intricacies of the academy's politics were a different game entirely.

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"All right," I conceded. "But you have to promise me one thing: no underhanded tactics. We play this straight."

Eveline's eyes sparkled with mischief. "As if I would ever resort to such things." But the flicker of her smirk suggested otherwise. I had to trust her instincts even if they were often cloaked in ambiguity.

"Then it's settled," I said, extending my hand toward her.

"No, only a handshake won't do~ I need something physical like a...hug and kiss~"

I hesitated for just a moment, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on my mind. There was no doubt that Eveline was both charming and strategically sharp. But allowing this playful exchange to evolve into something more personal felt risky, even amidst the whirlwind of the academy's trials.

"Is that really necessary?" I asked, feigning exasperation while trying to maintain a serious facade.

"If you can't tell the obvious thing then let me tell you. Yes, I love you, almost to the point of obsession," Eveline confessed, her voice low but steady. "This arrangement may have started as a political necessity, but I've grown to care for you deeply. I want us to be allies in every sense of the word."

The sincerity in her gaze caught me off guard. I had been so focused on the challenges ahead that I hadn't allowed myself to consider the emotional landscape we were navigating. "That's... unexpected," I replied, searching her expression for any hint of deception. But all I found was a fierce determination.

"Do you truly think I would manipulate you after what we've been through?" she pressed, taking a step closer, her warmth radiating against the chill of the arena. "I have no interest in games when our futures are at stake. I want to stand beside you, not just as your ally, but as someone you can trust."

Trust. The word echoed in my mind, a concept I struggled to grasp fully. Trusting someone in this world could lead to betrayal just as easily as it could lead to solidarity. Like the novel characters whose personalities I know of, Eveline is different. She didn't make an entrance in the novel only occasional mentions yet, and something about Eveline felt different.

She had proven herself time and time again, not just in the arena but in our private conversations and planning sessions.

"Fine," I relented, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "But only because I appreciate your honesty."

Before I could change my mind, Eveline launched herself into my arms, which I instinctively closed around her as she nestled against my chest, her warmth enveloping me. For a fleeting moment, the tension in the air dissipated, and all that remained was the steady rhythm of our breaths.

Eveline pulled back slightly, just enough for our eyes to meet. "Now, for the kiss," she said, a teasing lilt in her voice.

I felt a rush of warmth creeping into my cheeks, a stark contrast to the icy resolve I had tried to maintain. It was a bold move, but somehow, it felt right. With a deep breath, I leaned in, our lips brushing together softly. The world around us faded, and in that moment, it was just the two of us—two allies drawn together by circumstance, yet finding something deeper in the chaos of our lives.

As we broke apart, the air crackled with unspoken promises. Eveline's gaze sparkled with a mix of triumph and affection, and I could feel the palpable energy shift between us. But even as I allowed myself to indulge in this moment, a nagging thought lingered in the back of my mind: the trials at Merlin's Academy were just beginning, and our alliance would be tested in ways we could not yet foresee.

"I suppose now we truly are partners," I said, forcing a lightness into my tone to mask the storm of thoughts swirling within me.

"Partners," she echoed, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "And maybe more, if you play your cards right."

I chuckled, the sound echoing in the stillness of the arena. But my thoughts remained serious. There was a dangerous allure to her words, a reminder that in this world of magic and ambition, every relationship held weight. Yet, as I glanced into her eyes, I saw not just the ambition that drove her, but also the depth of her conviction.

"Let's go. Others must be wondering where I disappeared," I said, but she refused to budge from me, even tightening her grip around me.

"Eager to get back to your little harem, ready to even leave your beautiful and sexy fiancée behind?" she teased, her voice dripping with playful challenge.

"I love them, and they love me. They were with me even before you, so technically you are the one left behind," I replied, a smirk tugging at my lips as I finally managed to pry her off. "But if you think your charms can sway me from them, you've got another thing coming."

Eveline pouted playfully, feigning indignation. "I wouldn't dream of competing against your 'little harem,'" she said, air-quoting the last two words with exaggerated flair. "But I can definitely help you in ways they cannot, especially when it comes to navigating the political intricacies of the academy."

"True enough," I admitted, my expression sobering slightly as I turned to lead the way out of the arena. The atmosphere outside was buzzing with excitement, the crowd still energized from the earlier battles. The cheers faded behind us as we walked, but the anticipation in the air was tangible.

"WHO DARE TO HARM MY SON SO DESPICABLY!!!"

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[To Be Continued]

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