Searching for Andromeda
- 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»
All about my Dayie (Special synthesis for Chainsy’s favorite character)
WARNING: Skippable chapter — just a commercial break and synthesis because I love my little Dayie. :P and this chapter's basically just me blabbering my love for her at the three syntheses. In short, an author's self-insert.
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Dayie was always in the black market where her mother's main work had taken place. The smell, the ambiance, and the feel were akin to her gypsy of a mother who foretold fraudulent fortune. Fraudulent—she knew that her mother only said fortunes that suited the people who came to her—and she made a profit out of it.
"This is all for survival, Dayie." Her mother often told her that when Dayie stared at her with questioning eyes. When Dayie got a little older, she realized she shouldn't ask too much.