Nebucha

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Laverne never believed in the supernatural. To him, life was already complicated enough without worrying about things like ghosts or reincarnation. But when a reckless act of bravery ends in fire and chaos, he wakes up to something far worse than death—an unfamiliar world governed by an unfathomable system.

Marked as an Anomaly, an existence that shouldn't be, he finds himself entangled in forces beyond mortal comprehension. The world he is reborn into runs on the concept of Ka, the essence of life and fate itself. Yet, unlike others, his Ka does not conform—it rebels. The system that governs this world struggles to define him, its very framework warping around his presence.

With each step forward, he realizes that his mere existence is enough to tip the scales of destiny. Some will seek to control him. Others will try to erase him. But one truth remains:

'In a world where fate reigns supreme, what happens when something stands outside of its design?'

Anomaly of Fate

Velren stood near the window of the Aether Tram, watching as the floating city gradually gave way to open sky. The transport glided effortlessly along an unseen path, suspended between islands as if it were skating across air itself. There were no rails, no visible means of support—just a soft hum of energy thrumming beneath their feet, guiding them forward.

The cabin was spacious yet enclosed, its interior designed with both luxury and function in mind. Gilded inlays adorned the walls, and the seats—arranged in small clusters—were upholstered in rich fabric. Unlike the grandeur of the airship, this felt more… personal.

Aside from Velren and Solenne, several other passengers occupied the tram. Diplomats, nobles, and officials sat in quiet conversation. Some cast occasional glances her way, though whether out of curiosity or recognition, Velren wasn't sure.

Beneath the Gilded Veil