HyperrealKnight

Kivas Chariot is struck by the sun—an event that corrupts her soul beyond repair. 

In the blink of an eye, she's transported into the midst of a cosmic ritual, performed by three eldritch beings beyond comprehension. 

Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of their presence, her fractured soul erupts in a desperate tantrum, shattering the terrifying rite. 

Yet beneath their monstrous forms, one of the entities reaches out to her gently—soul to soul—and asks a simple, warm, and comprehensible question. 

“What is it you truly desire?” 

Tears welling, Kivas whispers from the depths of her being. 

"I want to be loved!” 

The entity grants her wish. 

But not directly. 

Now, somehow awakened in a strange new world, Kivas discovers something bizarre—there are stats, HP, MP... even classes and skills. 

In a world where time matter less and power are more rampant, Kivas attempts to strive and live her brand new life.

My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind

The sky in her dream was black and without stars.

No moon, no wind, no horizon—just shifting folds of void and random biomes where her breath made no echo.

In that chaotic realm of unconsciousness, Kivas stood there, wrapped in the familiar weight of her gear, her soul-bound equipment gleaming faintly through the dark.

The shotgun connected to her MP reservoir like a heartbeat. The Driftwool scarf coiled around her throat in weightless stillness. The Crumbling Judgment sat docked on her shoulder, resting in a reinforced sling of instinct and expectation. The mask dulled every thought not necessary to the moment.

Kivas gazed at her dirty hand, soiled. She was alone, she was fatigued, she was devastated.

And the Nightmares began to appear.

Slash Away The Nightmare