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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

Interlude: The Magenta Lightning Storm (II)

Just before the coalesced stone was tossed–

"Bang."

Like a railgun parting the winds with a majestic glow, a condensed lightning bolt shot out from Sirius' fingertips, piercing the air as it instantaneously connected with the gargantuan soldier of stone. The impact caused a shock wave to propel outward along with a static field that shocked anything in the vicinity, leaving behind a blinding flash for a brief moment.

As a result of the singular bolt, a downpour of pebbles rained down from above as steam was left in the wake of the spell.

"Ah, darn. Now stone dust is getting all over my coat," Sirius complained, brushing off his sleek, black coat.

While the black-haired man of a princely complexion was busy tending to the state of his own outfit, wiping the dust off, something leapt at him from behind.

It was a human figure, wearing a skull as a mask and with scarred flesh, wielding a cleaver that exuded a dark malevolence.