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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

Watching Darian walk away, Ivaim let out a low sigh and shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Well, that went... great," he muttered under his breath, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "What am I even doing?"

He glanced at the empty street ahead and then at the glowing system notification hovering faintly in the corner of his vision.

His smirk faded as he stared at the number.

'Only 47. That's barely a drop in the bucket compared to what I need.'

Ivaim crossed his arms, leaning against a lamppost as his thoughts spiraled.

'I already know I don't stand a chance against the Master of Cruelty. At best, I'd be able to scurry around like a pesky rat for ten seconds before getting flattened... maybe fifteen if I'm lucky—I mean, even luckier.'

He chuckled dryly at his own expense, shaking his head again.

"Who am I kidding? Even a rat knows when to stay in its hole."

Heroes Don't Survive