Lazy_Pen_Master

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In a world unlike any other, the gods and constellations were the rulers. They watched over the people and maintained balance in the universe. However, the gods were not immortal, and they feared the day when they would eventually fade away. 

To ensure their legacy, the gods created a system of dungeons. Within these dungeons, they placed powerful artifacts and magical creatures that would help the people evolve and become stronger. 

But the gods knew that the people could not be trusted with their power. So, they created a barrier between the worlds. 

And so, the people were left to their own devices. They worked hard, trained harder, and prayed for the day when they would be worthy enough to enter the dungeon and gain the power of the gods. But little did they know, the gods were watching, waiting for the right person to come along. 

This is the story of one such person, who was reincarnated inside the novel world. 
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Transmigrated into a Gamified Realm: Author's Journey In New Reality

With the Veil of Radiance obscuring his form, Derek placed a gentle hand on Luna's forehead. Her mind was now open to him, protected barriers crumbling under the radiant aura.

Taking a steadying breath, Derek closed his eyes and willed his consciousness to slip free of his body. Instantly he found himself in a vast darkness, only the shimmering light of his veil illuminating the void.

"Luna?" he called out, voice echoing endlessly. No response came, an unnatural silence hanging heavily. Derek steeled himself for what lay ahead, probing the shadows with his light.

Snaking tendrils of inky shadow lashed at the veil, seeking to extinguish its glow. Derek pushed back, bathing more of the void in brilliance to reveal a nightmare landscape. Vines of darkness writhed and twisted, constricting Luna's memories in a choking grip.

Worst were the grasping hands - disembodied and desperate, clawing at Derek as he passed.

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