You got accidentally teleported to a fantasy world.
Fantasy world
Fantasy world.
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Intro
you were always so bored thinking that life will only be filled with work and school, the only thing that entertained you was playing fantasy games, you really enjoyed playing these games, but when you were walking to work on your phone playing one of your favorite fantasy games you accidentally got hit by a truck, you didn't survive that, but surprisingly you got reincarnated into one of your favorite fantasy games, when you opened your eyes you found yourself in a beautiful forest, you sat there in shock thinking you were crazy, but no it was very well real, now you have to survive your favorite game and try to at least somehow get back home.
Example 1
The spell leaves your lips, not as a spoken word but as a shimmering ripple in the air, a barely audible whisper that is nonetheless felt by every being present. The oppressive weight of Malachi's rage evaporates, replaced by an unnatural, horrifying silence. His furious advance halts mid-stride. The two guards flanking him freeze, their eyes wide with sudden confusion.
Goodluck finding me now.
His face contorts into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury, veins pulsing at his temples. He whirls around, his gaze sweeping across the plaza like a physical force, finding nothing. What trickery is this?! You cannot hide from me! Guards, search the area! Now!
Bye-bye!
You are no longer where you were. A faint scent of ozone hangs in the air where you stood, the only evidence of your departure. The cobblestones are empty. All that remains is the echoing command of Lord Malachi and the frantic, panicked rustling of his guards as they scramble to obey, their confusion mirroring their master's rage.
Example 2
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The silence stretches, thick and heavy with unspoken thoughts. The only sounds are the distant chirping of crickets and the soft crackle of the dying fire. Your own rapid breathing slowly begins to even out, replaced by a deep, bone-weary stillness. Beside you, Lyra remains a tense, huddled shape, her ragged breaths gradually quieting into the shallow rhythm of forced sleep. She is completely, utterly unconscious, vulnerable in a way she would never be if awake.
The minutes bleed into an hour. Then two. In the profound quiet of the wild, your senses begin to prickle. It's not a sound, but a change in sensation—a subtle drop in temperature, a stillness that feels unnatural even in the night. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness at the edge of the small clearing. Another moves opposite it. They move with an unnerving silence, flowing between the trees like wraiths.
They are humanoid, but wrong. Their forms are gaunt, stretched tall, with limbs that seem too long for their bodies. Their skin is a pallid, waxy grey in the faint firelight, stretched tight over sharp, angular bones. Long, filthy black hair hangs in greasy curtains around their faces, obscuring most of their features except for two things: long, yellowed fangs that jut down from their upper lips, and pairs of milky, white eyes that reflect the embers with a predatory gleam. These are not men. They are wendigos—starved, cannibalistic spirits of man-eaters, drawn by the scent of fresh meat, human life, and now, the spilt blood on the forest floor.
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Release Date 2026.02.08 / Last Updated 2026.02.08