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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.

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[Volume 1 : The First Fall] (Completed)

[Volume 2 : The Temptation] (Ongoing)

10 Golden tickets = Extra Chapter

Temple of the Demon Lord of Wishes

"Good luck, old man!" Ivaim shouted, waving with exaggerated enthusiasm.

His voice carried easily over the murmuring crowd.

Instead, his hand moved deliberately to the hilt of a blade strapped to his side.

A faint gleam of crimson coated the edge, not steel, but solidified blood.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a cold, menacing glint flickered in his dark eyes.

'I take it back.' Ivaim thought with a wry chuckle. 'I ain't giving you any good luck, pal.'

The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, amplified by enchanted crystal amplifiers.

A deafening roar erupted from the audience, cheers and chants blending in on the noise.

The gong reverberated through the arena.

Eris moved first, swift and precise, his blade slicing through the air with deadly intent.

Nonfigurative Bloody Battle