I_Love_Ramen

The rule had always been this way: the strong over the weak, the rich over the poor. Mark knew this, he'd even experienced it.

After his boss fired him for discovering the affair with his girlfriend (who also worked at their small gaming company), Mark vowed never to be humiliated like that again. He wanted to rise above everyone, to become the world's top player, the one who made the rules and decided everyone's fate.  But that was wishful thinking.  He was just a heavyset, nerdy guy with some programming skills and a large appetite.  What else did he have going for him?

Hit hard by this reality, jobless and dumped, Mark withdrew into gaming, which also became his source of income.  One day, after leaving a bad review for a game he played and streamed, he received a strange reply from the game's creator.  Suddenly, Mark found himself transported to Aetherium, the world of that same game, as Magnus Lancaster, the young lord of a crumbling territory.

Now, with this new beginning, he vowed never to be weak again, never to leave his fate in someone else's hands.

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Apocalypse: Starting With Three Unique Blessings

Magnus stared at the system screen and released a deep sigh of relief.

At least there waa more time to prepare for the inevitable onslaught of the next wave. He turned to the weary faces of his soldiers, their armor battered, their expressions grim. "Return to the territory," he commanded, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility. "Rest, recuperate, and have your wounds treated. The next wave will arrive in twenty hours."

His men, obedient despite their exhaustion, turned and began the trek back towards the fortified walls of their territory. Magnus then contacted his summon overseeing the other sections of the defensive perimeter, relaying the same orders. With that task complete, he turned back to the desolate battlefield, a scene of carnage and destruction.

Determination.