Ivaim paused, a strange realization creeping over him. His eyes drifted down to his ragged clothes, the worn blanket draped haphazardly over his shoulders, and the tattered hat cocked at an odd angle.
His hands were filthy, his nails darkened with grime.
'I see... so I'm a beggar in this Reality.'
The thought almost made him smile, though it was more bitter than anything else. His lips twitched in amusement at the absurdity of it all.
He shifted his gaze to the screen that hovered in front of him, the notification blinking in cold, indifferent letters.
[Welcome to the Fractured Reality!]
[Reality Master]
Master of Cruelty
[Fractured Reality]
Ashes of the Dignified
He scanned his surroundings, trying to make sense of where he was.
The street bustled with people, their lives seemingly going on as if he didn't exist, but something gnawed at him.
