DelzGB

In this world, there are those that are fortunate and those who are not. 
Ethan Bellrose is neither; he is cursed. At nineteen, he has lived his entire life sheltered in his home as his fragile body blisters under sunlight, breaks under the slightest impact, and falls to any sickness. 

However, the arrival of a world-changing digital service catches the hopeless young man’s eye: “Reincarnation Online”--a virtual reality experience that gives a new fantastical life to those who are unfulfilled with their current path. 

For Ethan Bellrose, the choice is simple. Without hesitation, he orders the virtual reality headgear, choosing to abandon his current life and live forevermore in the world of fantasy, magic, and endless adventure–”Arcadius.”

Though what he finds is a world not full of leisure and trivial triumph, but a world just as alive and full of darkness, glory, and grandeur as Earth–if not greater. 

Starting from square one as an infant, given a new name and family, this is the eventful life, full of dreadful lows and exhilarating highs, of “Emilio Dragonheart.”

[...Booting System…]
[Welcome to Reincarnation Online.]
[You will henceforth by the recipient of the Dragonheart System.]
[Please, enjoy your stay.]

Online In Another World

Amidst the dense fog, it was completely silent as he watched the platinum-eyes, shaggy-haired man step outside into it, being swallowed in the mist within just a few paces. 


He could only stand there and watch the fog anxiously after Vandread had disappeared into its hold. 


Am I really supposed to just sit here and wait…? He questioned. 


After a couple dreadful, slowly-crawling minutes, he had enough: the gnawing silence and the sway of the thick, impenetrable fog got to him. Even against his better judgment, he decided to step out of the carriage. 


You're crazy if you think I'm going to just be a sitting duck…He thought. 


He kept his staff held tightly in his right hand, and had his other ready by his sheathed blade as he left the carriage. The bottom of his boots met firmly on the moist, but not muddy soil; he looked around, but there was hardly any merit in doing so as he couldn't see past two meters around him. 


Subversion of What Lurks