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Daily Life in Myriad Worlds

🇵🇭knightfromthecliff
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What would you do if given a chance to travel worlds? Shopping at Andromeda Galaxy? Drinking in a Dwarven pub? or have a date on top of Yggdrasil? Let's follow the young traveler as he traverse worlds and be the top (smuggler) .. I mean merchant in the universe. Note: I'm a big fan of The Magicians (TV and books) and Jumper series (Books) so I decided to give this novel's main character the, I think one of the most coolest ability ever.
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Chapter 1 - A Map Beyond Beige

David, the epitome of "living the dream," was staring at his reflection in the microwave door, a feat of existential despair that only a true champion of misery could achieve. "It's not a dream," he muttered, his voice a weary echo of his soul, "It's a lukewarm reality soup. And I'm drowning in it." His life, he felt, was as exciting as watching paint dry, only less colorful.

His day had been a symphony of beige. Beige spreadsheets, beige emails, beige furniture, beige colleagues - he was starting to see beige in his dreams. The only thing preventing him from reaching peak beige-induced coma was a sudden, uncharacteristic impulse to explore the back alleys of his town. A desperate attempt to inject some kind of, dare he say it, *color* into his life.

His walk led him to a dusty antique shop that looked like it hadn't been dusted since the Victorian era. It was a place where time had apparently lost its way and decided to sit down for a long, dusty nap. He peeked inside, half expecting to find a cobweb-encased time traveler lamenting the loss of his vintage pocket watch.

Instead, he found a cluttered, chaotic, almost endearing mess of forgotten treasures. And there, tucked away in a dusty corner, was a map. Not just any map, mind you. This map was an intricate, hand-drawn monstrosity, its parchment brittle with age and its lines drawn in a language he couldn't comprehend. It was a map that screamed "Adventure!", a scream that was slightly muffled by centuries of dust and the faint scent of mothballs.

"Excuse me," David said to the shopkeeper, a man who looked as though he had spent his entire life reading dusty books in a dimly lit room, "What's this?"

The shopkeeper, whose eyes seemed to shimmer with a lifetime of unseen adventures, peered at the map with a knowing twinkle. "That, my boy," he said, his voice rasping like the wind whistling through a haunted graveyard, "is a map to a place that doesn't exist."

David, with his limited attention span and tendency to overthink, was momentarily captivated by the absurdity of the statement. "A place that doesn't exist?" he scoffed, "So, a map to nowhere?"

The shopkeeper chuckled, a dry, dusty sound that echoed through the room. "Don't be so quick to judge, son. Sometimes the things that don't exist are the most real."

David stared at the map, a map of a world that never was, a world that screamed of forgotten lands and impossible adventures. And for the first time in what felt like forever, a small flicker of something resembling hope appeared in his chest.

"Do you think it's real?" David asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed. "I wouldn't be selling it if it wasn't real, would I?" He winked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

David blinked, suddenly feeling a surge of adrenaline, a thrilling rush of the unknown. Maybe, just maybe, this map, this absurd, dusty map, was the answer to his beige existence. The map to a life worth living.

"How much?" he asked, his voice surprisingly firm, his beige finally cracked, a tiny, vibrant crack in the wall of his predictable life.

The shopkeeper, a ghost of a man with an air of mystery about him, smiled. "It's not about the price, my boy," he said, his voice a whisper, "It's about the journey." He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial level. "And trust me, this journey will be anything but beige."

David's eyes narrowed, a spark of excitement burning within him. "Then I'll take it." His gaze returned to the map, its intricate lines beckoning him to a world beyond his understanding, a world that seemed to be shimmering with possibilities.

Maybe, just maybe, beige wasn't the end. Maybe, just maybe, beige was just the beginning. He looked at the dusty map, a map that was both a promise and a challenge. This map, he realized, was a map to a place that didn't exist, but it was a place that could be real. If he dared to believe, if he dared to take a chance.

David left the shop, the map carefully tucked away in his pocket, a talisman against the beige that threatened to engulf him once more. The sun had set, casting an orange hue over the town, but David barely noticed the color. His mind was alive with thoughts of the map and the adventure it promised. He felt a sense of anticipation he hadn't experienced since he was a child, waiting for the school bell to ring so he could run out and explore the local woods, pretending they were magical forests filled with dragons and knights. As he walked home, his steps carried him past the familiar beige buildings, but now they seemed different. Almost as if they were mere set pieces, waiting for the hero to stride by and bring them to life. David felt a twinkle in his eye as he imagined himself as that hero, about to embark on a grand adventure. The map, a silent companion, burned a hole in his pocket, urging him to take the first step towards the unknown. That night, David slept fitfully, his dreams filled with images of far-off lands and mysterious encounters. He woke early, eager to begin his journey. With a cup of strong coffee in hand, he spread the map out on his kitchen table, tracing his finger along the intricate lines, wondering where they would lead him. "A place that doesn't exist," he murmured, his heart racing. "Here goes nothing." And with that, David took the first step towards a world of color and adventure, a world that was anything but beige.