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

The moment they crossed the threshold, reality fractured.

Yumi felt weightless, like she was suspended in a space that didn't exist, yet somehow pressed against her from all sides. The air—if it could even be called that—was thick with fragmented data, swirling in chaotic loops. The void pulsed with something alive, whispering in a language she couldn't understand.

A crushing force slammed into her chest, and suddenly she was falling.

She hit the ground—hard—skidding across a shifting, glass-like surface. Sparks flew as her body came to a stop. Dizzy, disoriented, she forced herself onto her hands and knees, gasping for breath.

Eli groaned, pushing himself up. "I hate this place already."

Arjun landed a few feet away, shaking off the fall. "Where even is here?"

Azrael stood last. Unlike the others, he looked unaffected. His gaze swept the void, taking in the swirling chaos as if he recognized it.

Yumi staggered to her feet, scanning their surroundings. The space they had entered wasn't empty. It was… wrong.

Massive structures floated in the distance, broken remnants of something ancient. Glowing lines of pure code wove through the air like veins in a dying body.

But what caught her attention was the core.

Suspended in the center of it all was a massive, pulsating sphere of shifting energy—a vortex of raw data, surging and consuming itself in an endless cycle. It was the eye of the collapse.

And it was watching them.

Eli tensed. "Tell me that thing isn't alive."

Azrael's voice was quiet. "It's not alive. But it is aware."

Yumi swallowed hard. "Then let's move before it decides it doesn't like us."

They advanced cautiously, stepping across fragmented platforms of solidified data. The path was unstable, shifting beneath their feet. Every step felt like walking on something that could vanish at any moment.

Then the whispers returned.

Soft at first. A trickle of sound. Then louder. Layered voices overlapping, murmuring, pleading.

Arjun winced. "Tell me I'm not the only one hearing that."

Yumi's hands clenched into fists. "You're not."

The voices weren't random. They were calling names. Their names.

"Eli... Arjun... Yumi..."

Eli's jaw tightened. "Okay, yeah, no. We're leaving right now."

But before they could take another step, the void moved.

The swirling mass of data twisted violently, forming into something tangible—something inhuman.

Figures emerged from the vortex, their bodies shifting like static, humanoid yet hollow. Their faces were voids, featureless except for glowing cracks where eyes should have been.

Into the Void