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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

Floor 2805

"Floor 2805!" The elevator chimed, its voice unnaturally cheery for such a ridiculous height. [hector]

The doors slid open with a soft whoosh, spitting out Alain and Itami onto the floor

Alain stumbled out first, his eyes wide as he took in impossible landscape. It was somehow similar to Annas place.

A minor cliff jutted out defiantly, adorned with trees that had no business being this high up.

Beyond that, grasslands stretched out, punctuated by a lone structure in the distance that screamed "important plot point."

"Itami, could you not go after Ryuji?" Alain said, his voice a mixture of exasperation and boredom. He side-eyed his companion, who was still inexplicably shirtless.

Itami's face darkened faster than a storm cloud. "He killed my—" The words caught in his throat like a fish bone, sharp and painful.