Andrey Makiya finds himself unknowing of who he is, barely conscious and on the verge of death. A death certain were it not for the passing soldiers of Wartair. Though, what seemed to be saviors turn out to be the people locking him behind bars, accusing Andrey of being an enemy spy. There he laid jailed, still famished and forgotten, but that all changed thanks to the mystic touch of a gentle sorceress' hand which recovers his lost memory. Now, confusion sets in. Andrey has fallen into a world full of new physics, magic, and war, unknown to anything in his previous life. As he finds more about his connection to this realm, he may discover his own powers, but may he ever truly find a place where he fits? Across dimensions, he is forced to seek answers about his past, the truth of his birth, his real identity, and what purpose he serves to the new world. Becoming a traveler through dimensions and worlds, as well as a battle-mage with great ambition, Andrey must grow to overcome the rulers of these planes, less he wish to have his tale misconcluded.View More
“Immortal douche, my ass.” Amryr’s voice sounded behind the cracking noise. Andrey could see only darkness after the shattered mirror-like world of Golehanei’s game, his young student being his light in the confusing lightless tunnel. Inhaling deeply, Andrey opened his eyes. The sight of the ancient being rotting right in front of him was the answer to the many questions that had just arosen. A black-and-white splash of energy cracked open the shell just seconds after Lord Red Eye’s awakening. “Amryr…” Andrey whispered. The loyal follower’s contrasting mana widened making a splash, completely opening half of the shell. “Well, what can I say. The shell grew a lot from t
Oh, great! If I get his characters killed before mine die, then I’ll be the obvious winner, won’t I? Does this mean that I won’t die even if my Main Character dies? If I win first, then the game is over, right? The Thief Class struggled as his neck cracked multiple times due to the twist he did on his own. The opposing Knight Class screamed in an angry tone, “This is a living abomination! Die!” Seeing how The Thief Class’ body wouldn’t let go of the mighty sword, punches started raining on his face. The armored gloves dealt a lot of damage to the poor Thief Class, but it didn’t really matter. He had no mind left to notify him of the pain. All he had was one thing - desire to kill.
“Let me see how you fare now. This one can’t be decided on sheer luck, descendant. May the fun and games… continue…” The ancient spoke, as a voice coming from nobody knows where announced, “Round Two.” A dialogue box appeared before Andrey. Yeah, like hell, this one’s gonna take you down even the better. “Round Two. For this round you may pick only two cards. Mage Thief Knight UNAVAILABLE CARDS: Demon Maiden”
// Letters in BOLD are the main character’s telepathy to Andrey//// Letters in ITALIC BOLD are Andrey’s telepathy towards his Main Character/other characters//All of a sudden, The Maiden Class card recovered her senses and took another surprising action.“Oh, my dear! I was sure that you would look after us! I knew you had not forgotten us! All we had to do was believe in you and you would show mercy on our poor souls. The precious and gentle touch of the palm of your hand is called ‘Mercy’ and we experienced it to its finest momentum! May my prayer and wordings of the utmost-fine gratitude reach thee! An offering I will make as soo
“The game… begins, challengers.” The start was announced by a mysterious voice and all of a sudden Andrey could see through the eyes of his main character. Interesting. Somehow I am seeing both what she sees and what I see as well. How does the human brain even manage to endure the simultaneous cognition stress? // Letters in BOLD are the main character’s telepathy to Andrey// My Master, what shall I do now? A most seducing and alluring voice resounded within Andrey’s mind. Oh! Is she actually capable of reasonable communication? Impressive. // Letters
Conjured by nothingness in the air, five cards appeared, twice the size of a human. The terrain reshaped and all of a sudden, it appeared that Andrey was standing in a theater. Looking around, he could see many empty seats, but more importantly, the scene was incredibly vast. The things that were easily seen were a well in the middle, a tower next to it, a few chairs along with a wooden table. They seemed rather medieval and old, but that seemed to be the idea behind the whole game. Playing a medieval role in a theatrical scenery. “We already started!? How about you tell me what the game is about first, eh!?” Andrey shouted, his eyebrows narrowed due to his annoyance. Golehanei’s voice replied to him with a cold tone. “Be not so rushful, Andrey Makiya… de
Besides the sound of an incoming wind torrent, Andrey appeared like a black thunder, piercing through the clouds, right after jumping off from the conjured black-and-white tower. After restoring his vision past the clouds, he immediately navigated at the ancient human, who was patiently waiting in his cradle. Swinging just slightly. A massive barrage of a hundred walls of rock erupted from the ground, creating a mighty shielding to protect Golehanei from the incoming battle-mage. The rumbling noise in addition with the ancient being’s impatience slowly arising worked as proof that Andrey had been passing through his defense effortlessly. A sword landed right next to the ancient’s throat. Stopped not by Andrey’s will, but instead by the incredibly precise and strong grip of Golehanei’s finger tips.
Andrey put on a little smile in an attempt to mock the man, who claimed to be greater than them. “Does the superior being deal with conflicts with force or with wisdom? Time we found out, I say.” He expected his taunting words to provoke the being, and at least see an eyebrow get narrowed, but instead Golehanei spoke calmly. “Young Andrey Makiya, when wisdom finds its end, the forces of power take over. Such would seem to be the case, descendant.” A fist coming straight at Andrey’s face was immediately countered as the red-eyed battle-mage deflected the incoming knuckles by punching his opponent’s arm in the triceps with an upper-cut. Although unexpected, suddenly Golehanei forced his arm downwards, overpowering the fist, in an attempt to strike Andrey’s head, as if to slash it with a blade.