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Lord Of The Lost

When William awakens submerged in a bathtub filled with blood, his life veers into the unimaginable. With no recollection of how he got there, he soon discovers he's become an unwilling player in the mysterious "Sequence Game"—a perilous competition that transcends reality and plunges participants into otherworldly realms. As William navigates these strange new worlds, he encounters bizarre legends and witnesses the birth of eerie entities. Whispers of an impending catastrophe grow louder: malevolent gods are invading, ancient powers are reawakening, and the fabric of reality is unraveling. Humanity teeters on the brink as extraordinary paths to divinity unfold before them, offering both salvation and temptation. Amidst the chaos, a beacon of hope emerges in the form of William, a fearless warrior wielding a spear and an unyielding spirit. Striding boldly at the forefront of this epochal shift, William becomes a symbol of resistance against the encroaching darkness. William must unravel the secrets of the Sequence Game and harness newfound powers to stand against the looming apocalypse. With the death knell of their world sounding and a cosmic countdown echoing in everyone's ears, they race against time to prevent ultimate destruction. In a reality where myths become tangible and every choice could herald doom or deliverance, who will rise as the final savior? The Sequence Game is a gripping odyssey of destiny, courage, and the relentless fight against cosmic annihilation. Journey with William as he confront ancient evils, forge unbreakable bonds, and strive to save not just their world, but all of existence. #VR

Lordofthelost · Fantasy
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115 Chs

A Werewolf!

William smirked and said, "And what if I refuse?"

He wasn't entirely sure what kind of creature this toad was. It could speak, which meant it wasn't an ordinary magical being, perhaps something more. Magical creatures with intelligence usually had the hand of witches behind them, but this one didn't seem related to any witchcraft he knew. No, this toad felt different, native to the Misty Forest, not something conjured or bound by outside forces.

But what did "Bringer of the Mist" mean?

"You wave goodbye to life and step into the world of death," the Toad Prophet croaked in response, its voice thick with foreboding.

Without another word, the toad faded back into the mist, vanishing as quietly as it had arrived.

William stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where the toad had been. Then, something caught his eye; a deep blue flower. Its petals shimmered like ice crystals, the air around it swirling with a soft, ethereal mist.