- Hiatus! Coming back this 2024 - Ephraim, or as called by his colleagues, Raim, is an archeologist. Upon his commencement, he was stationed with a task force consisting of a researcher, a biologist, a doctor, and a former sergeant-in-arms; their team entrusted with a duty to examine the desolated LAB of an abandoned former space station: ANDROMEDA. As a man of science, he knew what his weakness was: curiosity. Upon entering the premises of ANDROMEDA, Raim discovers that succumbing to his desires would prove fatal one day. And that day has come. By the end of the darkness of the seemingly isolated laboratory was not obscurity filled with dust and desolation—but a tunnel leading to another realm of knowledge. A pathway to another dimension. No… the -pathway- to another world. The entrance to a completely different time where magic, knights, kingdom, monsters, and battles reigned supreme; Now Ephraim and his task force must utilize their existing knowledge and cultivate their given power to survive onslaughts and drive the kingdoms of another world to prosperity. [note: if you push through chapter 13 where the action generally starts, it will be worth it.] The artwork from this temporary cover is from is Windreader Zell from Bagoum. I do not own this artwork. https://sv.bagoum.com/cards/104421030 • • SUPPORT THE AUTHOR • • Buy me a coffee to keep me awake from long nights of writing: https://ko-fi.com/chainslock «CONTEST: Webnovel Spirity Spring Awards 2020»
The people of Patriargë, along with the other foreigners, were looking at the projected image that was presented to the entire capital. Even the people from the slums came to see from a distance as they watch a certain thief being beaten to a pulp.
He stared at the projected screen.
It was emanating from the magic of someone familiar—someone HE knew very well. People passed by and some children gave him sideways glances. He then pulled his hood lower, as to not attract any attention as he watches the parade being presented.
"The thief's been captured, huh…" He murmurs as he bites into an apple that he had stolen from a vendor who was not looking. "Such a small girl."
The king then kicks the girl down.
He stared at the king and to the girl being projected; his dark eyes were filled with sheer indifference—after all, this sight was what he could consider normal for him. He was under their wing for several years, after all.