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Nyctophobia. Intense fear of the darkness or of the Night. It was unexplainable, unfortunately, Luke had no real reason or understanding of what caused this. He was called the unluckiest man alive, but at the same time, he had the ability to conquer most of what was thrown at him. Bored of what this reality had to offer him, Luke was ecstatic to see what Gensis2076 would show him. It was a VRMMORPG created by genius scientist Kenny Smith. It was a game like no other, it was more than realistic. Luke saw this as an opportunity to escape from his rather stagnant lifestyle. Unfortunately for him, no matter where he went, along with his best friend, the only other thing that would follow him was his horrible luck. He had the ability to face off against anything, but what could he do when he was partnered with the one thing he feared the most, the Night. Current Release rate: 3 chapters a week For any queries-mythical.rebirth105@gmail.com Discord- Lil Uzi Hurt#3988 Also, I'm not a professional author and don't consider myself anywhere close to one as well, as I continue to write I can assure you my quality will improve (^_^) // // // Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The cover picture is not owned by me, email me if you want it taken down (^-^)

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"Nathaniel….."

Shivers, nostalgia, memories of a distant past that left him with wounds that he would repress with no hesitation. A tool, a weapon to achieve and push the family name even further, an opportunity to somehow become the strongest. A failure. An experiment that wasn't obedient nor fruitful in any manner.

Forced into behaving a certain way, pressured into liking things, manipulated, and guilt-tripped if necessary. Mental torture and punishment of the worst kind, all of which he had to experience as a mere child. It broke him, over a thousand times in the process, and yet he found the will to collect the pieces and start again.

He wasn't supposed to feel the things he felt, he wasn't supposed to see the things he saw, hear what he heard, none of it. Fate was manipulated against its own will, a force of anonymity stronger than nature and the laws of reality itself. Pitiful is what it was, perhaps he was the Unlucky one after all.