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»
Al (Special chapter - Modern Era)
Al.
That was the name of the boy who was born with misfortune trailing behind him like a shadow. He was bought from one slave trader to another; like a toy with an increasing value yet decreasing worth. When he was saved, they thought he would finally be lifted from the misfortune he carried from his birth—but no, he had died such a meaningless death. Misfortune did not leave him.
It just waited.
And when it finally showed itself once more, the boy who was born with it had finally met his end.
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Or so he thinks.
Al Francis slowly opened his eyes, welcoming the rays of the sun to his face. He sat down abruptly, realizing he had slept. HE HAD SLEPT.
"Shit," he cursed under his breath as he sees the drool over the large paper he was drawing on last night.
His own drool had ruined his plates.
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"Man, that's some crazy bed hair."