The air crackled with uncertainty as Jett struggled to grasp his surroundings. A familiar voice, like an echo in the abyss, called out to him, drawing him back from the brink of confusion. "Ethan... Ethan... E..." His name, whispered on the edge of perception, stirred him from his daze. Through the haze of disorientation, he managed to muster a response. "Ember? Is that you?" But the voice faded, leaving him adrift in a sea of emptiness. Questions swirled in his mind, each one more urgent than the last. "Where am I? What is this place?" Jett's voice echoed into the void, unanswered. Then, like a thunderbolt, a harsh voice pierced the silence, cutting through the darkness with its intensity. "You're not him, are you? My successor, what did you do to my successor!?" Jett's confusion deepened. "Who are you? What successor?" he demanded, his voice tinged with unease. Before he could make sense of the situation, a crimson red translucent notification materialized before him,
He stretched his hands, and Finn lets go of the spear, but to their surprise, it slipped through his fingers as if it were intangible. An awkward silence hung for a few seconds. "Pftt…" Finn burst into laughter. "Sorry, my bad," he chuckled, unable to contain himself. Red with embarrassment and annoyance, he quickly urged Finn to try again, but Finn disagreed. "C'mon, let me try again," he pleaded, attempting to grasp the spear, but Finn evaded him, dodging every attempt. "Nothing's going to change, just give up," Finn insisted. "I wish I could, but I need to try," he explained, as the notification kept popping up repeatedly. Finally, he managed to grab hold of Finn and slammed him to the ground. He reached for the spear, and to their surprise, he was able to touch it this time. Upon contact, the notification finally changed. [[Throne of Destiny is Reacting to a Fragment]] [[You have Acquired a Fragment]] [[Fragments 1/13]] It felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off his
Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last."I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrectio
Ethan's consciousness flickered into awareness, awakening to a reality that felt both strange and achingly familiar. As his senses slowly sharpened, he found himself standing in a dimly lit hall, the air heavy with a sense of déjà vu that sent shivers down his spine.In his past life, Ethan had been a gamer, one of the best, with skills honed through countless hours of digital battles and virtual conquests. Yet, amidst the accolades and victories, there was always one player who eluded his grasp, one opponent who consistently outmatched him—his big sister.But gaming wasn't the only passion that consumed Ethan's thoughts. There was another, a secret longing that beckoned to him, whispering of worlds beyond the confines of pixels and screens. WAR BOUND: WRITE YOUR DESTINY a massive franchise that made it big in his world. Despite the ups and downs of his life, Ethan had found happiness in the company of his beloved sister, their bond unbreakable even in the face of life's darkest tria
"Gather around, lost souls. You are needed on a grand and dangerous mission to save Verena from the clutches of darkness." Aurelia announced, his voice ringing out with a sense of urgency."I knew it," Jean interrupted, her tone tinged with frustration."You should probably let him finish," Ryota interjected, his attempt to defuse the tension palpable in his voice.Aurelia nodded gratefully at Ryota before continuing, "The Verena continent faces a threat never seen before, and you all have been summoned to their aid."He scanned the room, taking in the varied reactions of his audience, before pressing on. "Half of the world has already been corrupted by the dark lord and his twelve generals of destruction. Your mission is to take up the mantle as summoned warriors and join the fight to stop the dark lord's reign."As Aurelia paused, he could see unease spreading across the faces of those gathered, the weight of their newfound responsibility settling heavily upon their shoulders."Don'
Ethan sauntered back to the group, slipping seamlessly into the midst of his companions. Despite his brief absence, it seemed that no one had noticed he had left them for a while.Meanwhile, Aurelia continued to explain the rules with his trademark calm demeanor, his voice carrying a playful yet sly undertone. "...Once it's your turn, I'll send you to a pocket dimension where you'll be choosing your skills." he explained, his words sparking anticipation among the gathered souls.As the excitement in the room grew palpable, Aurelia's gaze swept over the eager faces before him. "Any skill that gets picked by someone won't be available to others." he added, his tone tinged with a hint of mischief, knowing full well the competitive nature that would soon unfold among the chosen warriors."Excuse me." Ethan interjected, raising his hand to request permission to ask a question."Yes, Ethan, is there a problem?" Aurelia responded, his smile masking a hint of annoyance at the interruption."W
"What's the matter?" Jean asked, her tone tinged with annoyance at the interruption."Well... umm, my luck got restricted, so I basically have zero luck." Ethan explained, his voice heavy with defeat."Yeah right, let me see." Jean requested, disbelief evident in her tone.'I can't show here my awkward stats and skills, but I can't really say no after causing a scene.' Ethan hesitated before recalling, 'Ah, right, the Stat Illusion skill.'[Status Illusion]: Rewrite your stats however you choose. Effective with anyone with a 40-level difference and below.Ethan activated the skill, swiftly altering his stats to appear similar to everyone else's.Jean glanced at his screen and confirmed, "Yep, that's bad, probably karma for trying Aurelia," her mischievous smile evident."Hey, no fair, you did too. Why am I getting punished?" Ethan retorted, already on the defensive."I don't know what you're talking about." Jean smirked, avoiding Ethan's gaze.Ethan wasn't angry, but it did irk him th
'It's been 3 hours and I've used my skill 6 times. Although the skill didn't work on Aurelia.' Ethan mused playfully, a hint of disappointment in his voice. 'Now...' His smile widened. 'Let's see wat you've got for me, Dmitry.' he said, feeling excited. ===== Current Name: Dmitry Sokolov Level: 1 HP: 3 MP: 3 Strength: 3 Agility: 1 Intelligence: 9 Perception: 1 Luck: 185 Skills: - [Blueprint A] - [Gifted Hands A] - [Simulation B] ===== 'Blueprint and Simulation. I'll be needing both. Too bad it has a one week cool down and I probably won't be seeing him for like 6 years after now.' Ethan mused, contemplating his options. [Copying Skill: Simulation B] [Continue? Y/N] 'Hell yeah' he thought to himself. This continued for 7 hours, with Ethan able to copy 13 skills. Since he was the only one left, there was no need to draw straws. Aurelia opened the space for him, and he walked in, feeling confident. Inside the space, Aurelia explained what Ethan needed to do. Ethan rem