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Online In Another World

In this world, there are those that are fortunate and those who are not. Ethan Bellrose is neither; he is cursed. At nineteen, he has lived his entire life sheltered in his home as his fragile body blisters under sunlight, breaks under the slightest impact, and falls to any sickness. However, the arrival of a world-changing digital service catches the hopeless young man’s eye: “Reincarnation Online”--a virtual reality experience that gives a new fantastical life to those who are unfulfilled with their current path. For Ethan Bellrose, the choice is simple. Without hesitation, he orders the virtual reality headgear, choosing to abandon his current life and live forevermore in the world of fantasy, magic, and endless adventure–”Arcadius.” Though what he finds is a world not full of leisure and trivial triumph, but a world just as alive and full of darkness, glory, and grandeur as Earth–if not greater. Starting from square one as an infant, given a new name and family, this is the eventful life, full of dreadful lows and exhilarating highs, of “Emilio Dragonheart.” [...Booting System…] [Welcome to Reincarnation Online.] [You will henceforth by the recipient of the Dragonheart System.] [Please, enjoy your stay.]

DelzGB · Fantasia
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485 Chs

Coffin For The Living

The Dread raised a single hand, looking down at the girl with impunity, not budging in the least even as desperate spells of wind were flung against his body.

I can't do anything…Even after how hard I've tried, am I still too weak to even make the enemy acknowledge me?! Melisande thought.

To the surprise of the young girl as she flinched from the Dread's hand being cocked back, she opened her eyes again to see the figure paused in front of her.

He stopped…? Melisande questioned.

Suddenly, the blood-soaked figure spun around, using the back of his hand to smack against the face of the one who attempted to attack the Dread from behind–

"Gh–!" Asher winced.

The Devilheart's nose spurted out blood from the abrasive counter, though Asher didn't let it stop him as he dropped down, attempting to sweep the leg of the Dread.

THUD

Not even a slight budge came of the Dread as the exhausted figure watched the Devilheart with its stygian eyes, "...Desperation like this is unsightly."