Ohritro

Eli Turner had perfected the art of coasting through life, gaming, lounging, and vibing with no grand ambitions beyond the next high. But his laid-back existence is upended when his laptop inexplicably transforms into a gateway to another world. What starts as a surreal escape becomes a perilous journey as Eli finds himself wielding a mysterious system that allows him to level up, fight monsters, and gain abilities beyond his wildest dreams.  

At first, the portal world feels like a haven, offering purpose and adventure Eli never knew he craved. Guided, or manipulated, by Azrael, a mischievous god orchestrating the game, Eli rises as one of the system's chosen players. But as the quests grow more dangerous and Azrael’s true intentions begin to surface, Eli struggles to balance the fantasy world with his life back home. His girlfriend, Sara, and his friends are left grappling with a version of Eli they hardly recognize, as the lines between his two lives blur.  

When the system expands to players worldwide, Eli crosses paths with others drawn into Azrael’s cosmic experiment: Yumi Tanaka, a fiercely disciplined Japanese student with a perfectionist streak, and Arjun Mehta, a charming Indian playboy with secrets of his own. Each carries their own burdens and ambitions, but all three must face the harsh truth: Azrael’s game is far more than it seems.  

As alliances are forged, rivalries ignite, and the stakes escalate, Eli must confront not only the dangers of the portal world but the growing rift between the person he is and the hero he’s becoming. In a game where every move is a test and every choice ripples across both worlds, the question remains: can Eli, Yumi, and Arjun uncover the truth before the system consumes them all?

I Got a Notification on my Laptop and Got Legendary Powers

Darkness stretched infinitely in all directions. There was no ground, no sky—just an empty void where the system once was. Yumi felt weightless, like she had been pulled out of existence itself.

A golden thread of data flickered into being before her, weaving and spiraling like a living thing. More strands followed, merging together, forming intricate patterns of light. She reached out, her fingers brushing against them, and suddenly—

Reality snapped into place.

Yumi gasped as she felt solid ground beneath her feet again. The world reconstructed itself around her. Buildings rose from shimmering blueprints, the sky unfurled from scattered pixels, and streams of golden code wove themselves into rivers, roads, and rolling hills.

Eli stumbled beside her, groaning. "Ugh, never doing that again."

Arjun knelt on the ground, scanning the digital soil. "This is… new. This isn't just a restored system. It's something else."

Azrael stood a few steps away, silent. He surveyed the landscape with narrowed eyes, his silver irises gleaming as the data settled.

Yumi took a deep breath. "Did it work?"

Arjun activated his interface. Lines of fresh code scrolled across his vision. "The old restrictions are gone. The system isn't forcing prewritten paths anymore. Everything is dynamic." He looked up at Yumi. "You didn't just fix the world. You rewrote it."

Eli snorted. "That sounds good and all, but what's stopping it from breaking again?"

Azrael turned toward them, his expression unreadable. "That depends on you."

The weight of his words settled over them. Yumi knew he was right—this new world had no dictator, no predetermined fate. It could become something beautiful… or descend into chaos all over again.

A low rumble echoed in the distance.

Arjun's eyes widened as he checked the data streams. "Something's trying to breach the system."

Azrael exhaled slowly. "Of course."

Eli's grip tightened on his sword. "Who are we dealing with this time?"

A voice, distorted and unfamiliar, echoed through the world.

"New framework detected. System integrity—compromised. Initiating Override Protocol."

The sky fractured. A tear in reality itself opened above them, glitching and shifting, revealing a figure beyond the rift. Not a player. Not an administrator. Something else.

Azrael's smirk faded. "Looks like we're not the only ones rewriting history."

The Rebirth Algorithm