Transmigrated As An Extra In The Novel I Love And Hate

Inside his tiny newborn body, a mature and confident soul was puzzled as he listened to the people around him praise his unparalleled beauty.

'Hah… this is unexpected. Even legendary rulers are left speechless before my charm.'

" Finally , atleast in this life , I have good looks although I wasn't bad looking in my pervious life , I was nothing special"

Former emperors, current emperors, warlords, and legendary figures—all of them had been rendered silent, utterly captivated by his sheer perfection.

'It's not my fault, truly…' he mused, letting out a theatrical sigh in his mind. 'This is just the struggle of beautiful people. A burden only the truly flawless must bear.'

It was an unspoken curse, a price that came with being too perfect—one that only he could understand.

If he had been capable of moving his tiny limbs, he would have undoubtedly placed a hand over his heart, gazing solemnly into the distance.

'Ah, the burden of beauty… to forever be chased, admired,.'

Of course, on the outside, Adrian remained a normal, peaceful newborn, his expression soft and innocent, as any baby's should be.

But inside?

'Hahaha!' His mind rang with laughter, almost like that of a narcissistic protagonist a grand opera.

He had been reborn into royalty, a prince of two of the strongest empires, with the best bloodlines and background imaginable.

An person never mentioned in the novel and whose existence was a mystery in itself.

And if he wasn't in the novel, then that meant one thing.

'The plot is mine to rewrite.'

His eyes—closed in sleep—did not show the dangerous glint forming in his heart.

'The protagonist of the novel…'

That fool. That pathetic excuse for a main character.

He had squandered every opportunity, made stupid decisions, and worst of all—he had gotten all the most beautiful and amazing women, only to treat them like side decorations in his lustful journey and also his absurdly good luck.

That alone made Adrian grind his metaphorical teeth in frustration.

'Those women… they were wasted on him.'

This time, I will take them all.

Every single one of them.

Every princess, every warrior, every genius who should have had a better man in their life—they will belong to me except one , that one.

'And unlike that idiot, I will truly cherish them.'

A silent oath was made in that moment.

A new fate had been woven.

This world, this story… it would no longer belong to the original protagonist.

Adrian Ignis Noctis had taken the stage.

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Recognizing the Legends Before Him

With his initial declaration of greatness settled, Adrian turned his focus toward identifying those in the room.

Now that his soul was calm, he began to analyze the figures one by one.

First, his mother, Seraphina Noctis Ignis.

'Demon Empire's beloved princess, the most talented demonic prodigy of not only her era but also one of the most talented ever in history , and one of the strongest abyssal warlocks in history.'

She was considered the untouchable flower of the Demon Empire—feared, respected, and admired by all.

'And my father…'

His gaze shifted to Zephyrus Ignis, his dragon-blooded warlord of a father, who had yet to recover from his enchanted daze.

'Dragon Emperor. One of the few beings in existence capable of standing above all races in raw physical might and authority.'

Zephyrus was a living calamity, a ruler whose very presence could silence battlefields.

'And yet, even he is captivated by my looks , i guess i am really very cute then gotta take advantage of this in the future,' Adrian smirked internally.

Then, there were the two men still standing near the entrance, their expressions hovering between pride, irritation, and amusement.

His maternal uncle, the current Demon Emperor, Asmodeus Noctis.

'A monster in battle. The undefeated warlord of the Abyssal Dominion, a ruler feared across realms… and yet, his greatest weakness is his sister, my mother.'

Adrian could already see it.

He knew it from the novel how much Asmodeus doted on his sister and as her child he was sure he would dote on him all the same.

'' Hah. You're going to have hard time in the future, Uncle ".

And next to him, standing in contrast, was Alexander Solis, his paternal uncle, the Human Emperor.

'A political genius, a brilliant strategist, and one of the greatest swordmasters in the world. The man who leads one of the 5 great empire, despite being the youngest of the current rulers.'

And then, at last, his gaze moved to the four elders, sitting calmly yet watching everything with sharp, knowing eyes.

His paternal grandfather—Draconis Ignis, the former Dragon Emperor.

His paternal grandmother—Eleanora Solis, the former Human Empress.

His maternal grandfather—Lucius Noctis, the former Demon Emperor.

His maternal grandmother—Selene Noctis, the former Demon Empress.

Each one was a legend in their own right, and yet here they were, watching over him, their newborn relative.

'Tsk, too many strong figures in one room,' Adrian chuckled to himself.

At that moment, he understood one thing.

He wasn't just some Reader now he was the lucky transmigrator.

He had everything in this life —the perfect bloodline, the strongest background, and in the future limitless potential.

And most importantly…

'This time, I will take not only everything that should have been mine , I will also take everything that should have been his .'

The fool of a protagonist would never get the chance to waste his opportunities again.