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Twelveth Core Mage

In a world shaped by gods, destiny, and prophecy, everything follows a predetermined cycle. The Five Goddesses rule the heavens, having sealed away their sole brother, Kaelis, the God of Unity, long ago—twisting his name into the God of Chaos to erase his true purpose. With his fall, the Hero’s Party defeated the Demon Lord, and non-human races perished one by one, leaving only humans to rule the world. Before Kaelis was sealed, however, eight monoliths descended, warning that once every odd century, a Destined One would be born—either a harbinger of chaos or tranquility. This prophecy became an unshakable truth, with the world rising and falling in accordance with these chosen individuals. Yet, centuries later, long after the last Destined One passed, the world faced a new calamity. The ley lines of mana, the lifeblood of magic, began to wither. The Church of the Five declared it divine will, while scholars and mages sought a solution. One woman—a brilliant but infamous sorceress—discovered the cause and took it upon herself to restore the mana flow. She succeeded—but her actions tore open a rift between dimensions, unleashing monsters not born of this world. Though the breach was eventually sealed, the damage was irreversible. The world changed forever, and she vanished into legend—reviled by some, revered by others. Now, in the present era, the world exists in tenuous balance. Monsters roam the land, kings rule their fractured domains, and the Church maintains its iron grip. No new Destined One has emerged. The world expects another cycle to begin. Then, he is born. A child without prophecy, without divine origin, without fate. A soul not from this world. Unlike the Destined Ones of legend, his birth was never foreseen by the gods—an impossibility that throws the celestial order into chaos and confusion. For the first time, something has entered this world without the hand of the divine guiding it. He is not a hero. He is not the chosen one. He is an anomaly. And in a world where destiny dictates all, a man with no fate may be the most dangerous force of all.
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Senseless [Golden Gemini]

We became what the eyes see us as. Not us. Not real. *** "Try this." Yuki lifted his gaze to see a fish ball skewered on a stick, held close to his mouth. The hand offering it belonged to none other than the striking stranger standing beside him. He wore a blue and white uniform, a black bag slung over one shoulder. Yuki’s eyes landed on the stranger’s face again. Even now, he still wasn’t used to seeing someone like him—a face that seemed completely out of place in their small, ordinary town. There was no doubt he was an outsider. "Yuki." Yuki was startled when the stranger moved the skewer even closer to his lips. He could smell the warm, spicy sauce, and without thinking, he quickly flicked his tongue over it. His brows furrowed in surprise—it was unexpectedly delicious. Instead of reprimanding the stranger, he found himself praising him. "Mm, this is good!" He opened his mouth to take a bite of the fish ball—only for it to vanish into thin air. "Huh?" Confused, he looked up, but the stranger was already busy selecting more street food. Yuki’s cheeks suddenly burned, and with clenched fists, he moved closer to him. "What’s your problem?" Even the elderly vendor glanced at them, observing how the stranger completely ignored Yuki. His face flushed with frustration, as if ready to pick a fight. The vendor quickly intervened. "Alright, alright, no fighting! Son, just choose what you want." He nudged Yuki toward the food stall. "No, thank you." Yuki muttered before walking away from the kiosk. The old vendor watched him leave, staring in silence until he disappeared from sight. "One more order of that, please. And make it to-go." The stranger finally spoke. "Ah, sure, son." When the vendor handed him the food, the young man left without another word. Hands in his pockets, he walked in the same direction Yuki had gone, the plastic bag of fish balls dangling from his fingers. The vendor sighed and sat down, shaking his head. "Kids these days." ©2025
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