I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 45 - He’s Hopeless

Bestselling author Elias Vayne has spent years writing stories to escape the horrors of his past. As a child, he was the sole survivor of a massacre that wiped out his entire orphanage. He doesn’t remember how he survived—only that when the slaughter ended, he was the only one left standing.His latest work, The Arcane Academy Chronicles, takes place in Veylin Academy, a prestigious school of magic and combat. But one night, after finishing the final chapter, Elias wakes up inside his own book—not as the hero, not as the villain, but as an extra. Worse, he’s been reborn as Kael, the very same orphan who survived a similar massacre in the story.But something is wrong. The academy isn’t as he wrote it. Characters are acting off-script, unknown forces are rewriting events, and the mystery surrounding Kael’s survival mirrors the one in Elias’s real life. The more he tries to regain control of the narrative, the more he realizes this world may not be his creation at all.

I found myself inside the game I used to enjoy.But something feels off.

Nikol didn't think that his life would end on that day.

He was invited by his elder sister to go on a cruise vacation. Since it was a request from her he couldn't reject it.

During this vacation, Nikol fell from the boat and died protecting his sister from an attacker, at least that's what he thought but he felt something pulling him from the ocean giving him a nostalgic and warm feeling.

When he opened his eyes there was a figure, that he could easily identify but at the same time, she was quite different from what he remembered.

“My son, Welcome back”

It was the last thing, he heard before he lost consciousness again.

When Nikol opened his eyes again, he was amazed to see a dense forest around him filled with greenery.

At that time, he didn't know that this land was called Femdom Island for a reason.

Come and Join Nikol to find his fate, in this unknown land.

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?