kennoxide
He finished the game at midnight on a Thursday.
Cold noodles. Gold achievement. No one to call.
Then the screen went white - and he woke up
inside Aethermoor. Same unremarkable face.
Same worn clothes. But with every future
catastrophe already memorized like scripture.
The plague in ninety days. The Emperor's murder.
The weapon that levels a city. The god waking
in the North.
He picks the weakest mage class.
He lets them laugh.
He has a plan.
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One cold knight who dismisses him - and
cannot stop thinking about him afterward.
One brilliant woman who sees through
every layer and stays anyway.
One con-artist who makes everything worse
and better simultaneously.
One world that was a game and is now
the most real thing he has ever touched.
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This is the story of a man who spent his
whole life not fitting - finding the one
place he does.
⚔ Lowkey OP | 💛 Slow burn BL
🌹 Romance | 🌑 Dark themes
⚠ Mature. BL. Violence.
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