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If you're into Anime, i assure you, you'll like this one - It'll feel like home.

MBF follows different characters grappling with their existence and purposes, good and evil, life and death: All under a single moon that seals an ancient moon god, for reasons you'll find in the story.
At the heart of it all is Lukas Atar, a naïve and sheltered boy, ordinary in a world teeming with the extraordinary. Lukas knows little of common sense, having been coddled and confined by his parents for most of his life. But everything changes when he breaks free from their grasp, setting off to explore a world brimming with mysteries, demons, monsters, sorcery, and forces capable of reshaping reality itself.
Yet, Lukas can’t seem to escape his past. Shackles may loosen, but they don’t disappear. Time and again, he finds himself tangled in situations he’d rather avoid—complicated further by the revelation that he is a reincarnator, burdened with a mission he has no intention of completing.
From ancient gods to superpowered humans striving to maintain balance, this universe is a combination of supernatural creatures from cultural diversity. Lukas’ journey weaves through it all, questioning purpose and fate under a moonlit sky that holds far more secrets than it lets on.

Moon Bound Fantasy

Raymond casually slipped a hand into his pocket and retrieved an oval-shaped item, its surface a mix of cold metal and an unknown, pulsating material. 


Yohanna was closest to him, and she had clearly sensed danger—the kind you don't hesitate to flee from. She sprang back, retreating toward us, her movements sharp and precise. 


"Yohanna…" My voice came low, my eyes fixed on the thigh of her dress. "Don't move." 


Somehow, the device was already on her. 


There had been no throw, no gesture from Raymond, and yet… it was there. Attached. 


The device bore six glowing bars of blue light—and already, three of them had gone dark. 


I had never seen anything like it in my long life—and I doubted Yohanna had either. But one thing was certain: 


It came from their hands, after all. The Monitors. The Lucians. 


Terror gripped her, her trembling hands hovering over the device, fingers itching to pull it off. 


Lâo Fēng POV IV