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

All eyes snapped towards Magnus as he emerged, followed by four hundred of his summon. Their combined aura silenced the training grounds. Every clang of steel ceased, every shouted command died in the air. Jaws dropped open in unison as the soldiers stared, frozen in place. The air crackled with the raw power emanating from the newly arrived force.

The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until Magnus cleared his throat. As if released from a spell, the soldiers snapped to attention, bowing hurriedly. "Lord Magnus!" they chorused, their voices echoing across the now-still training ground.

"Where are the commanders?" Magnus inquired, his voice calm amidst the palpable tension.

One of the men, still slightly dazed, pointed towards a building at the edge of the training grounds. "Over there, sir."

Magnus nodded in acknowledgement. "Carry on with your training. Don't let me interrupt," he instructed, his gaze sweeping over the assembled soldiers.

Getting Prepared.