The_Celestial_King

"Is this world made of small Islands or are there bigger ones?"

Elias Gobarau wants nothing but a normal life with his wife. Unfortunately, unforeseen forces have other plans for him as he was swallowed by space and found himself in a world of iceans filled with Islands.

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Myriad Island is a world where intelligence, strength, fate, luck and even destiny means nothing. The only thing that can keep a sentient being sane was clinging to an ever-abstract concept known as Hope.

Follow Elias's journey as he faces dangers of all kinds with the hope of understanding his purpose and possible union with his wife.

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"Sigh, I left the life of chaos I was born in, how the hell did I end up somewhere worse? Or....is this Hell I was sent to for all the horrible things I was tasked to do?"

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[Note: No Island is useless, only useless dweller that can't figure out it's usefulness!]

Myriad Islands

"So, this is the Communication Room!" Elias' commented as he entered the lone building on Growing Isle. It wasn't anything special, the walls, the table, and the chair were all smooth white.

He walked and sat on the office chair—surprisingly it was soft, it wasn't made of complete white stone. Seating down allowed the formed door to seal itself as if the door had never appeared.

Elias stared at the wall that the chair was facing. Now, he was facing—it was extremely smooth and reflective.

[Would you like to Turn On the Communication room!]

The Pentagon flashed him the Notification.

The wall he was now facing outlined a delicate shape of 100cm long and 200cm wide rectangular bright carving.

Then it glowed slightly, and its light shone on the small office white stone table before Elias. Being lit, the table showed a design of Grade 4 Local Blueprint Island he just merged with.

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