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Bored in class, Ivaim suddenly transmigrates into a world plagued with Fractured Realities.

A century ago, Reality Masters suddenly arrived— bringing a wave of terror over the planet.

Just as the people despaired, they began to discover "Threshold Items" which allowed them to enter the domains of these Reality Masters.

They had two options starting from there :

One, to become a Reality Walker— a person marked and blessed by a Reality Master, fighting by their side in order to defend against other Reality Masters.

Or to become a Reality Ruiner— A person who kills Reality Masters, directly consuming and taking over the powers that they posses!

However, to Ivaim, he seemed to have taken on a different path.

As he looked towards his own body, he sighed as he realized that he was neither a Reality Walker, nor a Reality Ruiner.

—He had somehow become a Reality Master.

Temple of the Demon Lord of Wishes

As Ivaim reached for the roasted beef on the dinner table, his hand froze mid-air when Grandma Neli's voice broke the quiet.

"His father... my husband, was part of the Council of Champions," she said, her tone distant, as though she were speaking to ghosts only she could see.

Ivaim slowly lowered his spoon, his appetite forgotten.

"The Council of Champions?" he prompted gently, sensing she needed someone to listen.

Neli nodded, her eyes fixed on the flickering candlelight.

"You might not know this, but when you're part of the Council of Champions, you carry more than a title. At the end of every Coliseum of Chosens, the victor earns the right to challenge one of the Council's members."

Her voice grew heavier as she continued.

The Destined Fighter