Following a fatal workplace accident that thoroughly tore his being asunder. A covetous young adult suddenly finds himself transmigrated into a world permeating with cursed energy and many more mystical wonders unbound by conventional rationality. However, he soon comes to acknowledge that this is but the first of many worlds existing within the ethereal tangent brought about by the powersome 'curse' embroidered into the fabric of his being as a result of his unknowingly sacrilegious denial of death. DISCLAIMER: [1] I do not own the characters, settings, or trademarks referenced in this work. This is a fan creation, made for entertainment purposes only, with no intent to infringe on copyright or denounce another's intellectual property. All rights belong to their respective owners. [2] It's a fanfic. Hence, metaphysics and pseudoscience will be employed[ though I'll try to keep it as scientifically accurate as possible]. [3] Please excuse any profanity; I'm attempting to portray realistic human behaviour. Therefore, strong language and triggering mannerisms and events may be present to ensure authentic, non-dull themes. [4] Journey across the Multiverse genre. [5] Love may be explored in this story. I'm not sure how I'll tackle the topic as he's written to be rather green in the romance department. Though he isn't ignorant and would be pretty receptive to advances when the situation calls for it (though only from the fairer sex) [6] Male oc possesses a sort of deific beauty cause it's bound to draw more attention (good and horribly bad... like really bad), meaning more interactions and altercations. In addition, I just thought it'd be hella funny to use a cliche romance novel mc model for a mostly unromantic genre.

Atlantic International School was meant to prepare teenagers for the future. Instead, it teaches them how to survive chaos. Nurhan doesn't just fall in love, she falls too many times, confusing affection for safety. Sadiq is charming, reckless, and hiding a dangerous double life. Adelabu's secret relationship promises love but delivers consequences she never imagined. Omolara brings the violence of her home into school corridors no teacher can protect her from. Zayd and Zayyan were brothers by choice, until betrayal turned them into enemies. And twins Zoe and Zendaya learn that insecurity can destroy even the strongest bond. Behind pressed uniforms, morning assemblies, and whispered gossip are secret pregnancies, drugs, broken homes, tangled friendships, and emotions no one knows how to handle. This isn't a sweet high-school love story. It's about Nigerian teenagers growing up too fast in a system that looks away. Because at Atlantic International School, madness isn't the problem...it's the curriculum. Lessons will be learned🥺 Hearts will be broken 💔 Secrets will never stay buried 😐 Welcome to Lessons In Lunacy. Class is in session.

Myra Nwaeze (25) is the founder of Myra Events, one of Lagos's most sought-after event planning companies. She is sharp, composed, and relentlessly capable - a woman who has built something real from nothing and carries the weight of it daily. She is also, underneath all of that, a lover girl to her core: someone who believes in the spark, who loves deeply when she loves, and who has learned - through experience - to guard that depth carefully. When her close high school friend Ada Okoli asks her to plan the biggest wedding of her career, Myra takes the job with her usual thoroughness. Ada's family is old money. Her mother, the formidable Mrs. Okoli, has been quietly grooming Myra as a potential match for her eldest son Chidi - charming, handsome, and exactly the kind of man Myra has spent years learning to step around. What nobody accounts for is the other son. Uche Okoli (30) is an architect who spent thirteen years building his life in New York before a drunk driver changed everything six months ago. The accident left him with scars, a walking stick, and a leg that may never fully recover. It also left him with PTSD, anxiety, and an acute sense of unworthiness that he has been managing - poorly - since he returned to Lagos a month before the novel opens. He is quiet, patient, and perceptive in the way of someone who has stopped expecting good things and pays very close attention to anything that resembles one. Their first meeting is thirty seconds of professional courtesy and cold efficiency on her part. She finds him unsettling in a way she files immediately under irrelevant. He finds her coldness fascinating in a way he cannot explain. The problem is that they keep ending up in the same rooms - at the engagement dinner, in the village compound for the traditional wedding, at the Lekki mansion during white wedding preparations - and thirty seconds becomes something neither of them planned for.