I Became a Side Character in the World Of Skyrim
The moment Elder Scroll VI was delayed again, my rage killed me literally.
One blackout, one surge of electricity, and I woke up choking on smoke… in Helgen, seconds before the dragon attack that starts the game.
Fire rained from the sky. Soldiers screamed. And lying in the rubble was a bound woman—Terrified. Injured. Moments from execution.
Saving her was instinct.
Realizing who she was nearly stopped my heart:
She’s the Dragonborn.
Now I’m trapped in a world that was never meant to be real—where every choice has consequences, every mistake can kill me, and killing a man leaves blood on my hands instead of on a screen.
I can use magic that burns my soul.
I wield a sword I’ve only ever clicked on.
And I’ve already changed the story by saving the hero.
I wasn’t reincarnated to play Skyrim.
I was thrown into its most dangerous moment…
standing beside the girl destined to save the world.
And if I want to survive, I can’t be a spectator.
I have to fight.