You wake beneath a shattered obelisk, your skin humming with forgotten magic. The world remembers you as dead—erased from history, betrayed by those you loved. But your heart beats again, fueled by a power that shouldn’t exist. Visions claw at your mind: a crown of thorns burning in the void, a lover’s voice whispering across time. This rebirth isn’t mercy. It’s a reckoning. And every choice now bends fate toward vengeance… or redemption.

I didn’t choose to be reborn into this world of ink and destiny—I clawed my way in. The original story branded her as weak, foolish, destined to ruin her clan by marrying the wrong man. But now, I’m inside her skin, feeling every sting of humiliation, every locked door. The plot demands she falls for the charming traitor. But I know how that ends: betrayal, exile, death. This time, I’ll twist the narrative thread by thread. Because if the author can write fate, then I—its prisoner—can rewrite it.

Your decisions shape the rebirth of Achája, a world fractured by celestial betrayal and bound in eternal twilight. Once a realm of divine harmony, it now trembles under the weight of forgotten gods and rising shadows. You are the last Echo-Bearer—the only one who remembers what was erased.

I open my eyes to darkness. A voice hums in the void of my mind. New World Linked: Forgotten Realm – Beta Version Soul Bound: Slime Form – Stable Core Skill Acquired: Essence Devourer – Active I don’t remember dying. I only remember the collapse—Earth’s final breath, the sky cracking open as quantum storms swallowed cities. Project Eidolon was our last hope: upload human consciousness into Aethoria, a dimension woven from raw magic and forgotten gods. But something went wrong. Or perhaps everything did. Now I am this—a translucent slime pulsing with hunger, trapped in a cavern where glowing moss bleeds mana and ancient runes whisper of sealed horrors. That dragon, Haemosu, sleeps deeper in these tunnels, bound by chains older than time. And the Voice? It knows more than it says. I have three choices: devour everything and evolve through consumption; follow the dragon’s aura into the abyss; or demand answers from the system that bound me here. Every decision will reshape what I become—monster, master, or myth. My body may be simple, but my choices are not. Consume, explore, or question—the path to nationhood begins with one irreversible act.