《The Life of a Super-Rich Extra in a Hunter Fantasy》 Chapter 1: Death of a Gamer, Birth of an Extra Chapter 1: Death of a Gamer, Birth of an Extra Park Seojun rubbed his tired eyes, staring at the glowing screen in front of him. His room was a mess¡ªempty ramen cups, crumpled snack wrappers, and energy drink cans stacked like trophies of his sleepless grind. "Just a little more..." he muttered, clicking furiously as his character weaved through hordes of enemies. For the past fourteen hours, he had been playing Hunter Gate Crisis Fantasy, an MMORPG that had consumed his life. The game was massive¡ªhundreds of heroes, powerful antagonists, and a single main protagonist who would eventually save the world from destruction. Unfortunately, none of that concerned him. Seojun had never been a professional gamer or a streamer. He was just a college student drowning in assignments and part-time jobs, using the game as an escape. His rank wasn¡¯t particularly high, nor did he aim for glory¡ªhe just loved the world. And now, after countless retries, he was about to clear the final secret dungeon¡ªsomething only a handful of players had ever done. His fingers blurred over the keyboard. Health bar critical. Mana depleted. One final attack. ¡°YES!¡± He slammed his desk in triumph. The final boss collapsed, and golden letters flashed across the screen. > [Congratulations! You have cleared the Hidden Dungeon: Abyssal Throne.] A wide grin spread across his face. His vision blurred from exhaustion, but his heart pounded with excitement. He barely had time to process his victory before his body suddenly felt incredibly heavy. THUMP. His head hit the desk. His heart skipped a beat¡ªno, it stopped entirely. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the flickering game screen. Warmth. Softness. Seojun¡¯s eyes snapped open. His body felt... strange. Lighter. Smaller. He wasn¡¯t in his cramped apartment anymore. Instead, he lay on a luxurious, king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, the scent of lavender in the air. The ceiling was adorned with an intricate golden chandelier, and the walls were decorated with ornate paintings and carved wooden panels.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version. This was not his home. He sat up too quickly, and a sharp headache followed. At that moment, a flood of memories crashed into him. Memories that were not his own. A name surfaced: Leon Valstaine. A powerful family. Wealth beyond imagination. The heir to one of the most influential conglomerates in the world. A super extra in Hunter Gate Crisis Fantasy. Seojun¡ªno, Leon¡ªfroze. This world. He knew this world. It was the game. The very same game he had spent thousands of hours playing. His lips parted in shock. ¡°What the hell¡­¡± Leon Valstaine. The only son and heir of the Valstaine Conglomerate. In the game, the Valstaine family was known as the wealthiest faction, controlling a vast network of guilds, artifact trades, and high-ranking Hunters. Despite their power, they never took center stage in the storyline. Leon himself was just a nameless background character. In the entire 200-hour main story, he had appeared exactly once¡ªa passing mention in a side quest where the protagonist attended a high-society banquet. That was it. No tragic fate. No heroic arc. Just a rich kid who existed. And now, he was him. Leon exhaled slowly, his mind racing. This wasn¡¯t just being isekai¡¯d into a fantasy world. This was worse. He was a nobody in a world of heroes, villains, gods, and monsters. And that meant one thing. He could die at any time. Because while he might not have had a tragic fate in the game¡­ this was no longer just a game. Taking a deep breath, Leon stood up, ignoring the luxurious surroundings. He needed to test something. ¡°Status,¡± he muttered. Ding! A familiar blue window appeared in front of him. > [System Activated] Name: Leon Valstaine Title: [Heir of the Valstaine Conglomerate] Level: 1 Class: None Stats: ??? Skills: ??? Blessings: ??? His lips twitched. The game system was here. That was good. That meant the rules were the same. But there was something else¡ªsomething far more dangerous. He glanced at the Blessings section. In Hunter Gate Crisis Fantasy, Hunters received blessings from Constellations¡ªdivine beings that chose their champions. The protagonist of the game had been blessed by the God of War himself. Other characters were backed by powerful gods, demons, or even forgotten ancient beings. Leon? > Blessings: [None] ¡°¡­Figures.¡± He wasn¡¯t the protagonist. He wasn¡¯t even a Hunter. He was just a rich extra with no combat abilities. But that was fine. Because unlike everyone else in this world, he knew the future. He knew which dungeons would be discovered. He knew which artifacts were secretly world-changing. He knew the true identities of hidden villains. And most importantly He knew that money, if used correctly, could buy power. Leon clenched his fist. He had two choices. 1. Live as the useless rich heir, avoid trouble, and hope the main story never touches him. 2. Use his wealth, knowledge, and cunning to become something far greater than a side character. The choice was obvious. He refused to be a footnote in someone else¡¯s story. If he was born into wealth, he would use it to change fate itself. Even if the gods ignored him now¡­ he would make them notice. And one day, he would stand above them all. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2: An Extra鈥檚 First Move Chapter 2: An Extra¡¯s First Move The smell of polished wood and expensive cologne filled the air. The room was massive¡ªalmost excessive¡ªwith gold-trimmed furniture, marble floors, and bookshelves stacked with rare tomes. Leon sat on the edge of his bed, fingers pressing against his temple as the weight of his new reality sank in. He had died. He had been reborn. And now, he was Leon Valstaine, heir to the wealthiest family in a world where money, power, and gods ruled everything. It wasn¡¯t a dream. It was real. He exhaled slowly. ¡°Alright¡­ First, let¡¯s assess the situation. He had everything an ordinary person could dream of¡ªstatus, wealth, influence. But in Hunter Gate Crisis Fantasy, that meant nothing without strength. The world was in crisis, plagued by dungeons, monsters, and awakened Hunters who fought them. And in the shadows lurked gods, constellations, and entities beyond mortal understanding, pulling the strings. Leon? A super extra with no combat skills, no divine blessing, and no role in the main story. If he played his cards wrong, he could easily end up as collateral damage in the chaos to come. He refused to let that happen. ¡°I need an edge. And I need it fast.¡± The Valstaine Family ¨C The Empire of Gold Leon¡¯s first advantage was obvious: money. The Valstaine Conglomerate controlled almost everything¡ªfrom elite Hunter guilds to high-grade artifact trading and dungeon mining. Their reach extended to politics, black-market dealings, and underground intelligence networks. That meant he had access to resources no one else did. But there was a catch. Leon wasn¡¯t in control of it yet.Love this story? Find the genuine version on the author''s preferred platform and support their work! His father, Duke Aldric Valstaine, was the current patriarch¡ªa powerful and ruthless businessman. Until he proved himself, Leon was just the heir, with no direct authority over the family¡¯s wealth and connections. That needed to change. If he wanted to survive, grow stronger, and change fate itself, he had to start moving now. Leon¡¯s biggest problem was that he wasn¡¯t a Hunter. In this world, power came from awakening¡ªa process where individuals gained supernatural abilities from dungeons, artifacts, or divine blessings. The stronger the ability, the higher the Hunter Rank. The protagonist of the game had awakened as an SSS-Rank Hunter, blessed by the God of War. Leon? No blessing. No awakening. No natural combat ability. But he wasn¡¯t going to sit around and accept that. He knew something that no one else did A secret method to awaken without a divine blessing. The Forbidden Awakening Method In the original game, there was a hidden storyline¡ªa forgotten ritual that allowed anyone to awaken. But there was a reason it was hidden. It was dangerous. It required an ancient forbidden artifact¡ªone that had been buried deep within the Valstaine Conglomerate¡¯s vast collection of relics. Most people in the game had dismissed it as junk, since it had no immediate use. But Leon knew better. That artifact could force an awakening. It was his only chance to step into the world of Hunters. ¡°I need to find it." The Valstaine mansion was massive, filled with servants, guards, and high-ranking officials. Every movement was watched, and even though Leon was the heir, he didn¡¯t have unlimited freedom. If he suddenly started digging through restricted areas, alarm bells would go off. So, he needed someone who could move freely in the mansion¡ªsomeone close, yet loyal enough not to question him. His mind immediately went to one name. Victor Hartmann. His personal butler and bodyguard, trained since childhood to serve him. A man fanatically loyal to the Valstaine family and Leon himself. Leon smirked. ¡°Perfect.¡± Leon rang the silver bell beside his bed. Within seconds, the large wooden door swung open. A tall man in a black uniform stepped inside, his movements crisp and disciplined. Silver hair, sharp gray eyes, and a presence that radiated professionalism. Victor Hartmann, his butler. ¡°You called, Young Master?¡± Victor said, bowing slightly. His tone was neutral, but Leon could tell that the man took his duty very seriously. Leon leaned back, crossing his arms. ¡°Victor,¡± he said, his voice calm yet firm. ¡°I need information.¡± Victor didn¡¯t flinch. ¡°On what subject, Young Master?¡± Leon met his gaze. ¡°The family¡¯s artifact vault.¡± For the first time, Victor¡¯s eyes flickered with hesitation. ¡°The artifact vault is restricted. Only the Duke and the High Council have access to its contents.¡± Leon smirked. ¡°And yet, I know for a fact that my name is listed as the sole inheritor of the Valstaine treasury.¡± ¡°¡­That is correct.¡± Leon stood up, stepping toward him. ¡°Then I want access. Quietly. No one else can know.¡± Victor hesitated for only a moment before bowing. ¡°As you command.¡± Leon¡¯s smirk widened. ¡°Good. Then let¡¯s get to work. This was just the beginning. If the world refused to grant him a blessing, he would take power with his own hands. If the gods ignored him, he would force them to acknowledge his existence. And if this world still saw him as a mere extra¡­ Then he would rewrite the entire damn story. Leon Valstaine was no longer just a background character. This was his game now. End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3: The Vault of the Valstaines Chapter 3: The Vault of the Valstaines The corridors of the Valstaine estate were eerily silent at night. Gold chandeliers lined the marble ceilings, casting a dim, warm glow over the endless halls. Guards patrolled the estate, their movements precise and disciplined, but Leon had already accounted for them. With Victor leading the way, the path was clear. Leon followed his butler through the mansion¡¯s inner corridors, moving past a hallway that most of the Valstaine family rarely visited. At the end of the passage stood a grand iron door, marked with the insignia of the Valstaine House¡ªa golden lion with piercing sapphire eyes. This was it. The artifact vault. A Treasure Trove of the Unknown Victor produced an obsidian key from within his coat, inserting it into the keyhole. With a deep mechanical click, the iron doors rumbled open, revealing a chamber filled with artifacts of unimaginable value. Leon¡¯s eyes swept across the room. Weapons of legendary Hunters. Ancient tomes sealed in protective glass. Rare dungeon relics, their surfaces still pulsing with latent mana. It was enough to make any Hunter or historian weep. Yet, none of it mattered to him right now. He was here for one thing. ¡°Victor,¡± Leon said, stepping forward. ¡°Where are the unidentified or ¡®useless¡¯ artifacts stored?¡± Victor hesitated before answering. ¡°The unclassified items are kept at the far end, Young Master. Most of them are considered broken or unresponsive to magic.¡±** Leon nodded. That¡¯s exactly what he was looking for.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. The Forbidden Relic Leon moved to the back of the vault, where neglected artifacts lay within dust-covered shelves and forgotten crates. His memory from the game guided him. In Hunter Gate Crisis Fantasy, this relic had been described in one obscure side quest, dismissed by most players as a minor piece of world-building. A black sphere, no bigger than a human fist, its surface cracked like volcanic rock. Most scholars in the game believed it was a failed mana core, a remnant of some ancient failed experiment. But Leon knew the truth. This was the catalyst for the Forbidden Awakening. And it was just sitting there, collecting dust. His lips curled into a smirk. Found you. He carefully reached out and grasped the relic. The moment his fingers made contact, a faint pulse ran through his palm, like a heartbeat. It was weak¡ªbarely noticeable¡ªbut it confirmed what he already knew. This thing was alive. Victor, watching from a few steps behind, furrowed his brows. ¡°Young Master, that artifact has been deemed worthless for decades. Why are you¡ª¡± Leon turned to him. ¡°Because it¡¯s not worthless.¡±** Victor¡¯s expression was unreadable, but as always, he did not question further. ¡°Shall I arrange for it to be appraised?¡± Leon shook his head. ¡°No need. Just prepare a secure place for me to study it.¡± Victor hesitated but eventually nodded. ¡°Understood.¡±** Leon smirked to himself. Everything was falling into place. A Power No One Should Touch Later that night, Leon sat in his private study, the relic placed carefully on the desk before him. A single candle flickered in the dimly lit room, casting shadows across his face. His heart pounded. This was it. According to the hidden storyline in the game, the Forbidden Awakening Method required three things: 1. A vessel¡ªa person with strong willpower but no natural magic. 2. A catalyst¡ªa relic containing dormant power. 3. A trigger¡ªa method to break the relic¡¯s seal. Leon had all three. He leaned forward, placing his hand on the relic once more. Then, with a deep breath¡ª He injected his own life force into it. The response was immediate. CRACK. A sharp fracture split across the surface of the relic, releasing a faint black mist into the air. Leon gritted his teeth. A wave of cold energy surged through his veins, sinking into his very soul. His vision blurred. A deep, ancient voice echoed in his mind¡ªa voice that should have been long forgotten. [You dare awaken me?] Leon¡¯s body tensed, but he refused to flinch. Instead, he smirked. ¡°Dare? No. I plan to make you my stepping stone.¡± The relic trembled violently, cracks spreading further as a strange force pulled at his consciousness. And then¡ª Everything turned black. Elsewhere... Far beyond mortal comprehension, past the veil of reality, a council of gods stirred. A presence¡ªone that had been sealed away for eons¡ªwas awakening once more. The constellations that oversaw this world turned their eyes toward a single name. Leon Valstaine. A being that was never meant to enter the great stage of fate¡­ Had just stepped into the unknown. End of Chapter 3.