Kinasalin

Elias Verden never intended to play Black Desert Online. He certainly never meant to create a breathtakingly beautiful swordswoman and abandon her before even starting the game. But when a single careless click pulls him into the world he barely understood, Elias finds himself trapped—not as the adventurer he imagined, but as something far more dangerous.

He has become a Black Spirit—a being of whispers and temptation, a guide and a curse, a force meant to shape heroes and consume them in equal measure. And standing before him, blade in hand, is the woman he once left behind—Ume, the Maehwa warrior he never played, yet who now breathes, moves, and glares at him with a fury born from abandonment.

But the world they find themselves in is not the game he knew. There are no glowing markers, no system menus, no convenient respawns. Here, every step carries weight, every battle demands skill, and every mistake has consequences. Worse still, Elias is changing—his thoughts darker, his instincts sharper, his very existence bound to Ume’s fate in ways neither of them yet understand.

Lost, confused, and utterly unprepared, the pair must navigate a world where legends are real, power is earned through blood and sweat, and the line between player and pawn is dangerously thin.

But as Elias’s strength grows, so too does the shadow curling at the edges of his mind.

Is he still himself?

Or is the Black Spirit he has become merely waiting—biding its time—until there is nothing left of Elias Verden at all?

Themes & Appeal:
Dynamic Character Growth: A story that explores what happens when an idealist is thrown into a world where power is not given, but taken, and where survival demands more than just skill—it demands sacrifice.
A Unique Protagonist Role: Unlike typical transported-to-a-game stories, Elias is not the adventurer—he is the Black Spirit itself, a being meant to guide and corrupt, torn between his human nature and the dark power awakening within him.
Complex Relationships: Ume and Elias’s dynamic is tense, layered, and deeply personal—a warrior abandoned by her creator, and a creator who never meant to become the very thing meant to consume her.
A World Beyond the Game: This is no longer Black Desert Online—this is a world where the game’s rules do not apply, and both Ume and Elias must learn what it truly means to carve their own path.
Tagline:
"He was meant to be the player. Now he is the curse that binds her fate."

Shadowbound: Black Spirit’s Pact - never intended to play Black Desert

To see my face again? To hear my name spoken aloud? To feel the weight of his recognition settle upon me like the warmth of a long-lost embrace?

I was foolish to believe I could return so easily.

Because what greets him—what greets us—is not my form, not my blade, not the body that once carried the name Ume.

There is only one option before him.

A dark silhouette. A mass of writhing shadows.

Not as I knew it—not as the mischievous whisper at my side, not as the guide who was meant to lead me through the unknown.

But as the only path that remains.

A deep, primal fear takes root in my chest.

I should be here. I should be waiting for him, bound to his choices, to his commands.

And the only thing that remains is the very entity that should have been beside me all this time—the one who never answered, the one I could not find, the one who left me alone.

For the first time, I see uncertainty in the way his fingers hover over the screen.

He knows this is not right. He knows this was not what he had intended.

For a fleeting moment, hope stirs within me.

Perhaps he will realise that something has gone amiss, that I am missing, that I am here.

But he does not know how to listen to me.

And I do not know how to make him hear.

A simple action, a choice made without understanding.

His fingertip presses down, confirming the selection.

I scream with everything I am, with all the force of my being. My voice shatters in the space between us, raw and desperate, filled with a terror I do not understand but cannot ignore.

I watch in horror as the screen shifts, as the darkness unfolds, as the Black Spirit takes shape beneath his hands.

I do not know what awaits beyond this.

The Black Spirit is a creature of shadows, a being without a true form. Yet, within the character creation screen, it becomes something else.

He does not know what he is creating.

And I no longer know what will become of him once he does.

A Shadow Named Fear