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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

"Crescentia has kept me frequently updated with what the Dragonheart boy has been up to. To say the least, he's been growing rapidly," Aelor stroked his beard, "While it's true he could be a beneficial ally in the war to come, he has also lost control on multiple occasions. He's a prime target for that faceless plague."


"Control? You call him a boy, that's a perfectly adequate reason for him to lack control–not due to the Faceless God's influence," Bastian stepped forward, "Leave him to me."


"...Mm? Are you suggesting you'll take the Dragonheart boy under your wing, Bastian Serappheart?" Aelor asked, looking at the man with one eye open.


This suggestion struck Aelor by surprise as the platinum-bearded elder looked towards the visitor to his domain with his hand on his chin, awaiting his answer.


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