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Realm Wanderers: Birth of the Abyssal Monarch

"Dreams destroyed my reality!" Dion Kruz had his life all planned out, a future mapped by the predictable rhythm of a 9 to 5 existence after college graduation. But fate had other plans for him, and on his eighteenth birthday, everything changed. As Dion drifted into a peaceful slumber, he was transported to another world, where the boundaries between dreams and reality blurred and shattered like fragments of glass. He later discovered the hard way that he has become a Realm Wanderer. Realm Wanderers… beings who shuttle through the void when they sleep at night to other realms and can return. They could use powers of another realm. But their existence was not without consequence; they disrupted the delicate balance of the realm system, and in every realm, so they were hunted. They were hunted even on Earth, where the facade of regular humans masked a hidden world of supernatural beings on the prowl for the elusive Wanderers. His previous dreams are shattered, replaced by a new reality. One that demanded he embrace his destiny as a Realm Wanderer. — We will be dealing with two worlds here: Earth and Aeon. Aeon is a magical planet/realm that had its mana contaminated after the last war. A bloodline is needed to perform magic. Earth looks normal but supernatural beings lurk in the dark. A storm is brewing.

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Chapter 56 – The Deal

Dion's eyes opened and he blinked. He was in a dark room and he couldn't see anything. 

"Sigh! Back at it again," he muttered but a groan followed.

Pain was radiating from all over his body coupled with a heat that coursed through his veins and spread over when his heart pumped blood periodically. 

"This must be hell," he grumbled but suddenly felt something wasn't right.

His body was wrapped in something sending a cooling sensation into his body. He quickly sat up and checked his body. His body was wrapped in a long white strip, from his forehead to his toe.

"Welcome back from hell," a voice echoed.

Dion chuckled and raised his head. "Aunty Arwen."

"You're calling me aunty now?" Arwen was sitting in a chair with Valka beside her, her gaze playful.

Dion smiled a bit. He never knew he would be this happy to skip the hellish torture. But who wouldn't be?

"But your condition isn't too good," Arwen's voice became serious.