Fantasy

Life.
    People say it has meaning. Purpose. Some grand reason you’re supposed to figure out before it’s over.
    Honestly?
    I think that’s bullshit.
    Some people are born strong. Some are born lucky. And some of us are born just… there. Not special enough to matter. Not useless enough to disappear.
    I tried. I really did.
    School. Family. Dreams.
    Didn’t work out.
    So I ran. From expectations. From people. From myself.
    And somehow, I ended up here.
    Inside a game I used to play.
    The Hero Chronicles.
    Famous for being unfair. Famous for being impossible.
    And now I’m part of it.
    Not as the chosen hero.
    Not as someone important.
    Just Leo von Celestial.
    The human Domain's failure.
    And the worst part? I've got 40 days until the Path Awakening.
    The same trial that killed the original Leo in the game.
    Now it’s my turn.