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Reincarnated Hero System

It was just a game; one Evan played way too much, but it was still a game in the end. At least it that’s what it was supposed to be... However, on the day the main quest ended, he discovered it was more than just a game. The world of Aidos was real and the demon threat was even more so. He was sent to be the leader of the new generation of heroes and save the world from the demon invasion by the god who made the game. Unfortunately, nothing was as simple as it may have seemed. As the truth behind the invasion and the previous Seven Heroes was slowly revealed, he began to have second thoughts about his choices. He began questioning if the demons were truly the enemies of Aidos. Even more so, when he discovered a new truth. That he may not actually be who he thought he was. #wsa2022 WSA 2022 Entry [Check out my other stories from my profile: Godslayer’s Legend & Beyond the Bloodline] ◇ ◇ ◇ Discord Link: https://discord.gg/ZXyAjGtS4r ◇ ◇ ◇ Support Me: https://ko-fi.com/michae_l ◇ ◇ ◇ I'm new to writing so I hope you all will support me on this journey. I'm hoping for your review on what you think about the book. Constructive criticisms are allowed too. Cover by KingU ◇ ◇ ◇ DISCLAIMER! This novel is a work of fiction and though it draws inspiration from historical places and events, it is by no means meant to be a realistic representation of any current or historical events, places cultures, or people. The story may contain themes and events that may be disturbing to some people and if you are "triggered" by pretty much anything at all, It may not be suitable for you as I will not limit myself in terms of themes, events, or topics while writing.

_michael · Fantasy
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Crashlanding

How did it feel to be sent through time?

It wasn't any less harrowing than being sent through space.

The journey also felt significantly longer, each moment stretched into an eternity.

Evan lost track of how many times he blacked out, only to wake up in a disorienting vortex of swirling colours. Everything seemed to happen everywhere, all at once, creating a kaleidoscopic nightmare that made him dizzy.

The overwhelming influx of sensory information forced him to close his eyes, trying to limit the chaos assaulting his senses.

He felt like fainting.

He was like moving against the currents of time, struggling to go upstream in a river that flowed relentlessly downstream.

The temporal currents overlapped, creating a maelstrom of fragmented images. The few moments he dared to open his eyes; he captured the sight of chaotic scenes with zero patterns whatsoever.