
by DingusOS
This was the day Kajuma Reign was murdered. It was a normal day, as normal as it could be for somebody who is seemingly allergic to the outside world. Most of Kajuma’s days were spent waiting for the newest chapter or game to release- but today something broke that schedule! An invite? To a late night party scheduled to be in the rural woods surrounding the town- the sender? His old friend Arthur, someone Kajuma hasn’t talked to in almost 4 years. Yearning to make new friends and break out of his own loneliness he decided to accept. Arriving at the location sent, he was met not by a party, but by an empty forest… Or so he thought… What ruled that forest was not a large animal, or even several small ones, it was a dangerous group of cultists who just happened to be searching for prey that night- and a young child was the perfect target. He was beaten, poked, stabbed, and slashed all to perform some ritual to please some god, who knows- a bigger problem would be the half dead broken body of a child they left laying in that forest. His breathing labored as his life force exited his body. Suddenly he couldn’t move, fight or even scream, a mix between cold and warm enshrouded his broken body- a feeling which shouldn't logically exist. In the darkness a voice called to him promising him something more; “Let me save you, Savior of Alfalor” When he opened his eyes only seconds later he was met with an entirely new world, one that was not Earth. It was a bustling city- no, Kingdom that was seemingly filled with Humans, Beastmen and more from the looks of things, could this be a dream? Was he reincarnated? At that very moment a pain shot through his stomach– looking down his wounds still remained… He soon passed out. Abruptly thrusted into this "fantastical” world undergoing a civil war, the young boy must learn more about his surroundings and how the world of Alfalor works- a place seemingly filled with Magic, Beast’s, Dungeons, Kingdoms, and even God’s. He strives to seize it all in order to find a way back home, as he soon learns fantasy isn’t always fantastical.
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