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

"Elias Gobarau is Grade 4 level 0 Islander. He has immense strength and approximately Excellent Mental Fortitude. He seems to be able to knock those that are Grade lower than him unconscious, how he does it is still unknown. Until now, he has not shown his Wand as if he doesn't have it. The most important trait of his was his 'Happy-go-lucky' attitude!"

A young girl read a paper to the Red Base Heads—a group of Grade 4 and powerful at that. They, one way or the other, control many people through vassals or directly.

The Heads sat on a high-back chair and a long centre table, each with documented information about the new Grade 4...

"Why are we beating around the bush? We should squeeze him and obtain the Chests!" A man with a metallic sheen on his skin growled. He was the only one that showed in-patience before their leader—the rest were either bored, interested or indifferent.

"You are impatient as you are always rusting!"

Council Of Heads!