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Museum Of Narratives

Leonardo, a man unnoticed by the world’s standards, is thrust into an extraordinary journey with his companions, exploring realms unseen by ordinary eyes. Transmigrated to a mysterious museum by an unknown figure, he is tasked with traveling through different eras to "fix" their hidden problems. But before these missions can begin, his tour guide must obtain permission from the enigmatic "Up" fellow—a bureaucratic process that could take years. While waiting, Leonardo embarks on his own explorations within the museum, uncovering secrets and encountering mysteries that even its inhabitants are not meant to know. As Leonardo delves deeper, he discovers truths that challenge his understanding of reality. What will become of a man confronted with the unknown? Will he adapt, or will he succumb to the relentless will of these strange worlds? Alongside his partners, he navigates a landscape of paradoxes and shifting realities, where every step brings him closer to answers—and further from the life he once knew. Facing ideas that shatter his former worldview, Leonardo often says, "I didn’t just take the throne; I am the throne. Without me, they are nothing." Follow him on a wondrous adventure through the stem, the wonders, and the eras below, as he confronts the ever-changing tides of fate. It’s a journey fraught with peril, where losing one’s way is all too easy. Keep a constant reminder to ground yourself, lest you be drawn too deeply into the maze of the unknown. Note: The cover is not accurate; I did what I could, but I may draw Leonardo myself.

Chickennoodlesoup1 · Fantaisie
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132 Chs

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Hello everyone. Before I begin, I want to clarify that while this writing is connected to the era I mentioned in the first chapter of the real plot, it's not directly related to that story.[still somewhat related..]

I'm writing this for fun, and I'm open to feedback. If you notice any issues, please let me know, and I'll do my best to address them.

[begin.]

Dead? No, not yet. He doesn't even know. Breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his temple to his nape, he's dying. He knows it, but... it's not over.

Standing up in an excruciatingly slow movement, muscles tensing and bones on the brink of shattering, he clings to life. Not yet, not until he accomplishes his newly formed goal: to find a power capable of opposing the gifted.

"It's not over yet," he muttered, looking upward to see a bright light. "Heaven?" he wondered before momentarily losing consciousness.