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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

"Messiah, there are two Orthodox Temples assigned to capture the believers of our Lord."

A man stepped forward, his appearance disheveled yet unassuming. His shirt was wrinkled, and his hair stuck out in odd directions, as though he'd spent more nights at the gambling tables than in bed.

His tired eyes darted nervously, and he fidgeted with a coin in his hand, flipping it over his knuckles in a practiced motion.

Williams narrowed his eyes, his posture stiffening as he assessed the man.

The news wasn't surprising, but it wasn't welcome either.

'These past few days, I've managed to save up over 40 coins charged with enough luck to tip the scales in my favor,' he thought, his fingers unconsciously brushing the pouch at his waist.

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