When The Barrier Mage Snaps

We are currently on a hiatus till dec 25th (date is subjective to change if I finish rewriting early)
Reason: Currently in the middle of rewriting from ch 1 (better quality) + getting a bit of back log ready for daily ch posts.
Thank you so much for following along till now.
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When I fell from that bridge, I thought I was finally going to be free.

I have never been more wrong.

I woke up in a world shaped by forgotten gods and cursed by powers no mortal can hope to comprehend. The kingdoms here crumble under unseen hands, ancient cards that whisper in forgotten tongues, and somewhere beyond the edge of reality, a jester laughs—his voice carried on winds that no one else can hear.

They say fate is a game, and we are the pieces. But the rules are hidden, and the players remain unseen. I’ve seen the signs: spirals twisting in the heart of storms, shadows that stretch when no light falls, statues with eyeless faces that watch… and remember.

But there’s something more. A riddle unanswered, a truth buried in the cracks of this broken world: Who holds the reins? Who decides what lives and what dies?

I wasn’t the first to stumble into their design. I wasn’t the second. I am the last. I am the end.

This is the legend of the pawn who turned the strings of fate. The fable of the twenty-third curse.

The legend of the puppeteer.