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After a catastrophic event known as the Everworld Convergence, people across dimensions randomly swap places with their counterparts in parallel realities. Some find themselves in worlds of magic, others in dystopian futures or cyberpunk nightmares. Amidst the chaos, Orion Vale, a seemingly ordinary young man, realizes he's the only person who retains memories of all the worlds he's lived in.

As Orion jumps between realities, he discovers that he's not supposed to exist—he is an anomaly, a paradox created by a failed god’s attempt to rewrite fate. Hunted by cosmic enforcers known as the Eschaton Judges, Orion must uncover the truth behind the Convergence while mastering the unstable abilities that come with his fractured existence.

Everworld Paradox

Orion's lungs burned as he sprinted across the rooftop, rain slicking his clothes to his skin. The Eschaton Judge loomed behind him, its many-eyed helm glowing with an eerie violet hue. With every step he took, the space around him seemed to distort, as if reality itself was rebelling against his existence.

Then the Judge moved—blinking forward in a ripple of space-time. Orion barely had time to react before the entity's void-forged blade slashed downward. He twisted mid-step, narrowly avoiding the attack as the rooftop beneath him disintegrated into nothingness. The Judge's blade didn't just cut—it erased.

Orion landed hard on his shoulder, rolling to his feet in one fluid motion. His mind raced. He couldn't outrun this thing forever. He had to fight.

The fragmented visions from earlier flashed in his mind—possibilities unfolding before him. Was that his ability? Could he manipulate those choices? If he could see them, could he change them?

The Judge struck again, its blade slicing through the air with a sound like tearing fabric. Orion focused, his breath steadying. The world around him flickered—and suddenly, he wasn't where he had been a moment ago.

He had moved. Not just dodged, but diverged.

The Judge hesitated for a fraction of a second. Orion felt the shift, the breaking of an expected outcome. He had altered the sequence. A surge of adrenaline coursed through him. If he could do it once—

He turned his focus inward, tapping into the anomaly within him. He reached for the branching paths, the endless variations of reality just beyond his grasp. The world around him blurred, and suddenly, he was moving again—this time appearing directly behind the Judge.

With every ounce of strength he had, Orion drove his knee into its back, sending the entity stumbling forward. The impact sent a shockwave through his bones, but the Judge barely faltered. Instead, it straightened, turning toward him with deliberate, mechanical precision.

"You are an anomaly," the Judge intoned. "You should not exist."

Orion swallowed hard, his hands curling into fists. "Yeah, well... I get that a lot."

A low hum resonated through the air. The Judge tilted its head slightly as if receiving new instructions. Then, without another word, it stepped backwards and vanished into the void, leaving only the echo of its presence behind.

Orion exhaled, his body trembling from the exertion. He wasn't naive enough to believe the fight was over. The Judge had retreated, but why? Was it testing him? Watching? Or was there something worse on the horizon?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden flicker of neon lights in the distance. A signal. A message. The UnderNet was calling.

Orion clenched his jaw. Answers awaited, but so did more danger.

He had survived tonight—but for how much longer?

To be continued...

Fractured Paths