I_Love_Ramen

-----[WSA 2025 ENTRY]----- I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me. The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength. Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power. For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me. Then I woke up. Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed. Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it. The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both. They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune. Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

The rule had always been this way: the strong over the weak, the rich over the poor. Mark knew this, he'd even experienced it. After his boss fired him for discovering the affair with his girlfriend (who also worked at their small gaming company), Mark vowed never to be humiliated like that again. He wanted to rise above everyone, to become the world's top player, the one who made the rules and decided everyone's fate. But that was wishful thinking. He was just a heavyset, nerdy guy with some programming skills and a large appetite. What else did he have going for him? Hit hard by this reality, jobless and dumped, Mark withdrew into gaming, which also became his source of income. One day, after leaving a bad review for a game he played and streamed, he received a strange reply from the game's creator. Suddenly, Mark found himself transported to Aetherium, the world of that same game, as Magnus Lancaster, the young lord of a crumbling territory. Now, with this new beginning, he vowed never to be weak again, never to leave his fate in someone else's hands. Discord: https://discord.com/invite/vvQRGGha9M

The universe has always operated by a single, unwavering law: "Survival of the fittest." This fundamental rule governs everything, living or non-living. It was this very law that Alastor found himself entangled with. Awakening in a forest on planet Earth, in a forgotten corner of the universe, Alastor possessed no memories of his life before the age of four. Growing up, he quickly learned the brutal truth of this society: power was the currency of respect and longevity. Alastor clung to the hope of unraveling the mystery of his past. But his hopes were seemingly crushed when his bloodline ability manifested as [Speed]. It was an ability widely considered weak due to its inherent limitations, doing little to enhance his standing in this power-obsessed world. Just when his dream of uncovering his past began to flicker and fade, a glimmer of hope emerged. The pendant he wore, a constant presence he vaguely remembered from his earliest memories, suddenly flared to life. It was his only tangible connection to his past. And then, a bright blue screen materialized before his eyes. ----- [SYSTEM DETECTED. HOST COMPATIBILITY CONFIRMED.] [SYSTEM INITIATING BINDING SEQUENCE...]

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