Nobody Remembers My Name Across Resets.

Nobody Remembers My Name Across Resets.

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture56 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., août 4, 2026
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Fiction
Romance
Feu qui Couve
Seconde Chance
Fin Heureuse
Shiori died the way she lived: alone, unnoticed, and mid-playthrough of her favorite otome game. She wakes up inside it. Not as the heroine. Not even as a rival. As a background character, the tavern girl nobody looks at twice. Then the world resets. And Shiori is still there, remembering everything, wearing someone else's face, answering to a name the game can't even spell right. Somewhere outside the screen, a stranger named Hinata is playing Shiori's abandoned save, resetting the world over and over, chasing the one ending she wants: the prince. Hinata has no idea Shiori exists. But Shiori knows this game better than anyone alive. And she's about to become the most powerful nobody the story has ever had, quietly rewriting Hinata's odds from the sidelines, one throwaway role at a time. There's just one problem. Shiori's falling for the prince too. A comedy-romance about being invisible, being overwritten, and choosing, over and over, to help someone else get the ending you secretly wanted for yourself.
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"I'd kill him if it were the last thing I ever did. No matter who's in my way. The Hero or the Queen, I'd get rid of them, no matter how many times it takes." Up until now I had always thought I was normal, a little on the weirder side but at least normal enough. Then I died and well... I didn't. Dragged off by the Hero and her party to slay the Demon Lord I met my end to the Monster along the border forest only to wake up before it all began. I'm clearly not the Hero Lara with her dazzling smile. I'm not the captain of the Knights Ronalt. I'm not a Master Wizard or a Swordsman, that would be Ardent and Earnest. Nor am I the surprisingly violent priestess Marley. And though she was dragged along as well, I'm not the beautiful thief Taylor. No, my jobs outnumber theirs tenfold for I am... their cook, their driver, the baggage carrier, blacksmith, tailor, potions maker, bird tender and so on and so forth. In other words I was the extra taken from my small town home. No matter what though, no matter how many tries it takes, I will make it back home or die trying, literally.

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