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A soldier's journey in the Plaguelands to Utopia

Another world, another story, another protagonist… Stephan Lancaster was an introvert his whole life living on planet Earth. Since his parents died and left him with a huge sum of money, the first thing he did was to buy an expensive gaming computer. His whole room was basically a gaming area. He had spent hours playing and gaining skills until he became a legend in more than a hundred games. However, everything changed when a girl claiming herself to be a seat holder drags him from the Earth to Masmoenia and forces him to switch bodies with a man who was exiled outside the walls. She offered him a system to help him become stronger and familiarize him with his old living style; it’s just that this time he is the character playing instead of being behind his monitor. On top of it all, she called the system Wonderland. [Welcome to Wonderland] the system spoke. Masmoenia is a planet existing in another alternate universe. There is a disease called Ustriestan that no one knows where it originates or the cure for it. It’s a disease that invades the body and mind and turns people into monsters hunting for the souls of the living. Rumours stipulate the disease comes from a dark Empire belonging to the otherworldly dimension that hosts the dead. After the disease struck the world, many living beings changed and also the laws of life and death were messed up. The dead returned as zombies with different strengths, plants evolved and some of them developed a conscious state of mind, animals became terrifying beasts hunting for living flesh to become stronger…. To protect the remaining living from the endless tortures, all races shut themselves inside their kingdoms closing all borders against all intruders except for the vampires who took down the last two kingdoms of the human race and left them with only a small land where to live, as human titled human, not slaves. Humans living in the last kingdom called Valtrar had no other chance than to rely on old forces like the old deities and worship them, giving them offerings, doing what they asked, to simply have protection from the miasma holding the Ustriestan. ******************** If you want a cover like the one I have, you can contact kan Zi on FB

Cheers_everyone · Fantasia
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The dream holders

Asts-nu-tabta didn't write the books; this was the important thing. It wasn't much of a shock but something crossed Stephan's mind. Why would he search for the truth behind her death when he could cut the distance to his goal and get the sceptre quickly? Still, he felt as if something wasn't clocking with him, about this place, about the whole things and the Makinas too.

Were the Makinas a true race that existed before? Because in the game, the Makinas were dream holders. They weren't spirits or real existences that ate and could touch things. They weren't even souls of the past or possessed. Normally, everything was infected so it was impossible for someone to keep their mind.

"Mike, have you heard of the Makinas before? Something like an ancient text or books or something about… I don't know. Have you heard of the dream holders?" Stephan pivoted facing Mike who was actually thinking of hi starving stomach.