Fate's Forgotten Trickster

I was never meant to be important.

In the grand tale of fate, I was just another extra—a nameless face in the crowd, a fleeting existence in a world ruled by heroes and legends. No prophecy spoke of me. No gods granted me favor. I lived in the background, unnoticed, insignificant.

And when I died?

No one mourned. No one remembered.

But fate, it seems, had other plans.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in the afterlife. I was here—reborn in the same world, the same story. A familiar body, a familiar face. Still an extra. Still a nobody.

Or so I thought.

Then it happened. A whisper in my blood, a trick of the light, a shift in reality that only I could see.

The bloodline of Lokharn, the Trickster God, had awakened within me.

The world still saw me as nothing, but I knew the truth. I was a hidden card in the game of fate. A piece the gods themselves had overlooked.

And soon?

They would regret it.