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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 you all know, this competition is not just a test of skill but a test of spirit! Each town has sent its finest champion to represent their people, their traditions, and their honor."

His gaze swept across the gathered participants.

"Here are the rules you must abide by," he said, unfurling the scroll.

The parchment gleamed faintly, as though enchanted.

"First: Champions will face each other in one-on-one battles, decided by random draw. The victor of each match will move closer to qualifying for the grand stage—the Coliseum of Chosens!"

The crowd roared at the mention of the Coliseum, the excitement rippling through the stadium.

The man waited for silence before continuing.

"Second: Cheating will not be tolerated. Any use of external tools, help from others, or deliberate attempts to deceive your opponent outside of your own abilities will result in immediate disqualification and public dishonor."

Setting his Image