I'm Han Seojin.
And yeah… I'm just an extra in this world.
Not a hero. Not a genius. Not some chosen one born with golden eyes or a destined fate.
Just a guy. One of the countless faces in the crowd. One of the many people you wouldn't notice even if you passed me every day on the same street.
And if you're reading this, thinking you're any different…
You're probably not.
Don't take it the wrong way. I'm not insulting you.
But most of us, whether we admit it or not, are just background characters in someone else's story.
Extras.
We live in the spaces between headlines.
We get forgotten in the pause between scenes.
We scream when monsters appear and die when the camera pans away.
That's just how the world is.
But… not everyone is an extra. No, there are people out there who were born to shine. People who walk into a room and change the air. People who are followed by music you can't hear and fate you can't touch.
I've seen them. You probably have too.
There are two kinds of "main characters" in this world.
The first are the ones born with it.
From the very beginning, their lives were different. The world made space for them—offered them paths, rewards, expectations.
They didn't have to try to matter.
They just did.
The second kind?
They weren't born special. But they became special.
They had to bleed for it.
They fought, suffered, crawled on broken glass.
They endured loneliness and failure, got back up, and kept walking.
They had the guts to keep going even when everything screamed at them to give up.
And maybe—maybe—if they were lucky enough, the world finally noticed.
But that's the problem, isn't it?
Luck.
You can have talent.
You can have passion.
You can put in a thousand nights of effort and still lose to someone who was just lucky.
So I didn't bother trying.
It's not that I failed.
I just never started.
Call me a coward. Call me lazy.
But when you grow up knowing the world doesn't care, it's hard to believe in things like dreams.
I told myself that was fine.
That I could live like this. Quietly. Invisibly.
But then…
That day came.
The sky tore open like a sheet of paper.
A colossal, jet-black tower appeared in the center of the city, suspended in the air like a monument built by gods.
Sirens screamed. Phones went dead.
And across the world, people began to change.
They called it an awakening.
One moment you were human. The next—you had power.
The world turned into a game.
A system.
With rules. With stats. With ranks.
S-Class. A-Class. B-Class. All the way down to F.
Some people became living legends overnight.
Their names were etched into newsfeeds, streamed to billions.
They were powerful, rich, unstoppable.
And me?
F-Class.
That's what I got.
My one and only chance. And the system branded me with the worst possible rank.
Not just weak. Pathetic.
Barely above a civilian. Useless in a fight.
A walking liability.
It was final, too.
You don't get to try again.
No second chances. No retries.
The moment you awaken, your fate is sealed.
That's how the system works.
That's how this world works.
I was trash before.
Now I was officially, undeniably, certified trash.
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You know what's funny?
There was a time I believed in something more.
When I was younger, I used to pray.
Not to a specific god. Just… to someone.
Something.
I'd clasp my hands and whisper, "Please. Just once. Let me matter."
But now?
Now I don't even believe anyone's listening.
If there is a god, they sure as hell weren't paying attention when I needed them most.
Let me ask you something.
If you had the power to create life,
If you were really a god…
Why would you send someone into the world just to suffer?
Why give some people everything,
And leave others with nothing?
How is that fair?
If you really love your creations, why watch them beg, starve, and break?
You call us your children?
Then why do you play favorites?
A real parent doesn't abandon their kid because they're weak.
A real parent doesn't stay silent when their child cries out.
But you…
You said nothing.
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So, I've made a decision.
From now on, I'll stop believing in god.
Even if you exist, I don't need you.
If you're going to kill me, then f**king do it.
Throw me into hell. Rip me apart. I don't care anymore.
But don't toy with me.
Don't dangle hope in front of me, then laugh when I reach for it.
I have a family.
People I care about.
People I want to protect.
You don't have to give me a miracle.
But give someone in every family the power to survive.
Someone to shield the rest.
If you're going to make us fight, then at least let every group have a chance.
A sword. A shield. Something.
That's the bare minimum a god should do.
But you didn't.
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So yeah. This is my story.
The story of someone who was never supposed to matter.
An extra.
A background character.
I won't promise this story will be exciting from the start.
It might bore you.
It might frustrate you.
You might think, "What's the point of following this guy?"
But if you stay…
You'll see something strange.
Because I'm going to save everyone.
Even if I have to die a thousand times.
Even if the world laughs at me.
Even if god spits in my face.
Even if I stay F-Class forever.
I'll find a way.
So turn the page.
Read the next chapter.
And the one after that.
And the one after that.
And maybe, just maybe…
You'll start to believe in extras, too.