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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

At the same time Ivaim spoke with Jarran about his opponents, in one of the dim rooms of the accommodation quarters, a wiry man with a shaved head and mismatched eyes leaned forward.

His sharp gaze swept over the nervous intelligence team huddled near the corner like prey sensing a predator.

Eris tilted his head, voice flat but commanding.

"This... Nathan everyone keeps talking about. They say he's going to win the Regionals. Why?"

The tension in the room thickened. After a hesitant shuffle, the team leader stepped forward.

"I-it's not just his abilities, sir. He has an overwhelming advantage in the arena."

Eris arched a brow, waiting. "Go on."

She swallowed hard, as though choosing the wrong words might cost her dearly.

"Nathan can conjure and control metal—any kind of metal. Armor becomes a deathtrap, and bringing metal weapons is practically suicide."

Opponents to be Wary