"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary."
An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
But after getting defeated with a sealing power, the Dragon felt sadness for the first time in thousands.
There, in the deafening silence of the Abyss, the Dragon built up a plan to return.
The hopeful creature sent out a request to the world below, to find a Champion worthy of it.
Calling to this was but a mortal man, not Elven, Vampiric, nor of great Knightly or Noble bloodline.
This Human, now named Sir Jackson of Manor Minuit, Felled Rose Knight.
Took upon himself to become its champion, and the two rode on to the future.
With great adventures and friends, the Dragon soon found out more about life.
With the human, the Dragon felt more sadness, and even concern, not to itself but to others.
Soon, the Dragon Bahamut came to our world of Threa, and blessed us with its miracles.
But, that's another story for another day."
"Ehhhhh, but father, is that all?"
"You must go to sleep, a Noble only shows its true strength when given a full rest."
"But it was getting so good!"
"Now, now. Maybe tomorrow, I shall read you more. But your Mother doesn't like it when I read you bedtime stories as the reading usually surpasses your time of sleep."
"Then can't you at least tell me what happened to this human Knight from the foreign world? Or Bahamut itself?"
"Hmmm... well the story is as old as time, when great Heroes and Divine creatures walked this land... so I don't really have a definite answer."
"Boooo... it's such a good story though."
"Heh, but if it is true. I'm sure Bahamut is somewhere out there, sleeping and resting. Pray to the Dragon God and it might pay you tribute one day."
The well dressed man in a vintage suit with a golden chain on his vest stands up, taking the fedora on the stand as he waved to his son. Exiting the room and leaving the kid to be. "I wonder if I should pray to Bahamut. Would she answer my call?"
Floating in the midst of nothing but eternal whiteness, the woman opened her eyes. Naked and immobile as she floated endlessly into the empty space. She didn't scream or panicked and instead, looked around for anything. The pale beauty was hovering freely in the open space, absent of any gravity or weight. In an eternal whiteness that isn't Heaven or Hell. The smokey floating clouds weren't changing locations but were moving at the same time, the woman only squinted at the strangeness of the place she found herself in.
She spots an object, far yet close. Reaching out her hand, it comes closer and closer. The woman's eyes widened, it's the sight of her dress. All but floating, and suspended in the air without a wearer.
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