It's been two weeks since I came to this world.
After adjusting myself to the new reality, I discovered something that truly shook me to my core—because not everything here is the same as it was in the novel No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression.
At first, I was confused. How could this world deviate from what the author had so carefully written?
But then it clicked.
No matter how beautifully a orginal author constructs a world in a novel, it's still just a framework—a skeleton of a reality. Once I crossed over, the world filled in its own gaps. The outline remained, but the world evolved.
It fixed the loopholes the novel once had.
And that's when I discovered something strange about my new body.
In my previous life, my name was Lucifer Blackthrone. But after arriving here, I noticed something unsettling. The status window—an entity that reflects your entire being in quantified form—only displayed my first name with■■■■■ ??? .
And that should be impossible.
Because the status window never lies.
I remember a particular line from the novel that keeps echoing in my mind:
> "Cale, do you know anything about the Akashic Record?" A man cloaked in darkness asked, his face hidden. Cale was startled but kept a calm facade. "All I can say is that the Akashic Record is the omnipotent will overseeing reality. Beyond that… I can't reveal more, Master." He thought to himself, "Master… I can't say anything further. Just knowing too muchh is dangerous. It can corrupt you."
That's what terrifies me.
Not just that the status window hides my full name—but that it can't show it.
Here's what I see:
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[ Status Window ]
Title: ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■, The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist
Name: Lucifer ■■■■■ ???
Age: 18 Race: Human Rank: E Supporting Constellation: None
Stigma: None
Personal Attribute: ■■■■■'s ■■■■■ (?)
Statistics: Strength: 12 | Stamina: 15 | Speed: 10 Perception: 14 | Health: 13 | Magic Power: 8 Perseverance: 13 | Luck: 5 | Charm: 3
Remarks: The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist, a villain destined to die soon. ]]
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That line—"The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist"—still sends chills down my spine.
But I've had time to think. Two weeks, to be exact. And I've come to one conclusion:
I'm alive because of my Personal Attribute—the one I can't even see.
Something is shielding me.
In this world, the more knowledge you gain, the closer you step toward corruption. Learn too much, and your mind collapses. You become a void creature—an entity erased from reality. Forgotten. Rejected by existence itself.
Which brings me back to the Akashic Record.
In the novel, Cale Ashblood—the protagonist—was the Heir of the Akashic Record. The only reason he survived his burden of knowledge was due to that title. It granted him passive protection against corruption. Without it, he would've gone insane long ago.
And I'm starting to suspect… my attribute is connected to this ruined Novel.
Just yesterday, I contacted an investigation agency—insignificant now, but destined to become famous later in the story. I used a black market broker to hide my identity and requested a deep background check on myself.
What I learned? Shocking.
This body's name really is Lucifer. No last name. No family.
Ten years ago, in the capital of the Althea Empire, a True Dragon—one of the supreme races—was corrupted by demonic energy and opened an artificial gate in the heart of the city.
The result? Catastrophic.
Millions died in under 30 minutes.
My mother and father, both S-rank hunters, perished trying to protect others during the chaos. The empire eventually defeated the dragon with help from the top guilds. Humanity won… but the scars remain.
Since then, "dragon" has become nearly synonymous with "demon" in human territory.
So yes. I'm an orphan with a tragic past.
At least my inheritance was preserved. I don't have to worry about money—but I still plan to earn more. Who doesn't?
Why am I thinking all of this now?
Because today is the beginning.
The entrance ceremony at the Academy of Fate starts in a few hours.
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[ Scene Break ]
I stepped out of the shower and dressed carefully in my uniform. A crisp white shirt with a high collar. A fitted blue blazer hugging my shoulders. Black trousers. Polished shoes clicking lightly on the marble floor.
I stood in front of the mirror.
White hair fell neatly over my forehead, framing sharp blue eyes. My posture was straight. My build—lean and athletic. Calm confidence radiated from me.
I didn't need to try hard.
I just had to be ready.
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The Academy of Fate.
A name that sounds like it belongs on the cover of a cheap fantasy novel.
Unsurprisingly, it was created by the Celestial Academy—an organization ruled by thirteen beings who call themselves the Pillars of Dominion. Grand title. Minimal subtlety.
They govern this world. Or at least, they think they do.
Their mission? Protect future generations from demons, spatial anomalies called "Gates," and whatever else the multiverse decides to throw at us this week.
The academy houses around ten thousand cadets. A modest number—until you realize they come from every domain imaginable: humans, elves, dwarves, dragons, spirits, nagas. The full fantasy ensemble.
The support staff? Equally vast. Teachers, security, cooks, shopkeepers—if there's a role, someone fills it. Over one million people orbiting a single institution.
Efficient. Overcrowded. Probably a fire hazard.
As for entry? There are three ways:
First—get direct approval from your empire's ruling body. Politics. Power. Standard fare.
Second—join the Celestial Assembly. The bureaucratic nightmare of all bureaucracies. Pass their tests, and your descendants get a ticket in.
Third—receive personal recommendation from one of the Thirteen Pillars themselves. Also known as: win the celestial lottery.
Chosen ones. Special admissions.
You get the idea.
Now, here's the fun fact.
Yep, you guessed it. Our psycho protagonist? He's the chosen one.
Because of course he is. Fate has a twisted sense of humor.
He was handpicked by one of the Thirteen Pillars. Given a special invitation. All very dramatic.
But here's the problem.
The Pillar who chose him?
He's from the True Dragon race.
Let that sink in.
Now recall how much humans love dragons.
Spoiler: they don't.
There's a long, scorched history between them.
So here we are. Cale—the guy whose luck is either cursed or divinely blessed—enters the Academy of Fate as the personal disciple of a True Dragon.
If being the chosen one wasn't already painting a giant target on his back, being a human raised by a dragon just cranked the difficulty up to hell mode.
Protagonist material? Definitely.
Survival rate?
Well… he is a regressor, after all.
But in this round, the difficulty is so high it might as well be a suicide mission.
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[[ Author's Note:
Thanks a lot for reading! If you're enjoying the story so far, feel free to drop a power stone—it really motivates me to keep writing.
Guess what—what do you think Lucifer's Personal Attribute is? ]]