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The Great Realm Portal

He died with three fingers missing and a ceramic blade in his heart. He woke up in the body of a brain-dead infant. David Han never expected to wake up again, much less in a world where witches are burned, magic is outlawed, and cybernetic empires rule with sterile cruelty. On Earth, his wife’s invention, a portal capable of instant dimensional travel, was seen as a threat. Governments responded with black ops, silence, and knives. His children were taken. He was tortured and killed. And he never found out whether his wife survived. But death wasn’t the end. An AI named TERA, bonded to the very technology they tried to erase, preserved his consciousness and launched it across dimensions, into the ruined shell of a newborn child. That child’s mother, Thalenne, was one of the last witches alive. She died protecting him. Now, David carries two forces inside him: the forbidden blood magic of a dying witch, and the unstable energy of the portal that shattered his world. Both are growing. Both are dangerous. As he grows in a world of noble conspiracies, magical purges, and hidden cults seeking control of the portal, David must survive long enough to understand what he’s become. He’s not here to save this world. He’s just trying to get back to the one he lost. --------------- What you can expect: Sci-fi, dark fantasy, horror, progression, and reincarnation elements. Story focus: Originally planned as a dual protagonist story (David and Vivian), but I've decided to center this narrative on David's journey. Vivian's story may get its own dedicated series if this one is well-received. Progression system: Stats and abilities will be introduced gradually. I believe in earning power through story development rather than rushing into game mechanics.
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The Curse of Third Wish

A Haunting Tale of Forbidden Desires and Inescapable Consequences** In a nameless, rain-lashed city where poverty clings to its residents like a second skin, an aging couple—**Haris and Amina**—struggle to survive in the shadow of relentless hardship. Their only solace is their devoted son, **Zain**, who works grueling shifts at a glass factory, his hands perpetually scarred by shards and heat. Though well past the age when most men marry, Zain has forgone a family of his own, pouring every ounce of his meager earnings into keeping his parents afloat. Their life is a cycle of evictions and crumbling rented rooms—until they move into *House No. 13*, a deceptively airy dwelling with a past that whispers through its warped floorboards. The Box That Should Have Stayed Buried** While cleaning, Amina discovers a **carved wooden box** hidden beneath a loose floorboard. Its surface is etched with a warning: *"Do not let greed conquer you."* Ignoring her husband’s pleas to leave it untouched, she pries it open to find a **40-bead rosary** and three slips of paper labeled: 1. *Your life’s first wish* 2. *Your life’s second wish* 3. *Your life’s third wish* Instructions scrawled inside the lid read: *"Write your desires. Misuse them, and fate will reclaim its due."* The First Wish: A Glimpse of Hope** Amina’s trembling hand writes: *"Let my son rise from this poverty."* Within days, Zain is promoted to foreman at the factory. The family rejoices—until Amina, emboldened, makes her **second wish**: *"Let my son marry into wealth, and let gold fill our home."* Soon, Zain is wed to the factory owner’s daughter, and coins spill from Amina’s once-empty cupboards. But the house grows colder. Zain’s new wife **flinches at his touch**, as if sensing something wrong. Then, news arrives: **the glass factory has burned to the ground**, and Zain—trapped inside—is reduced to ashes. The Third Wish: A Mother’s Fatal Love** Blinded by grief, Amina scribbles her **final wish**: *"Bring my son back to me."* At midnight, **something knocks**. The door creaks open to reveal Zain—or what’s left of him. His skin peels like melted wax; his eyes are hollow pits. He stumbles forward, whispering, *"You called me back… but the dead belong *there*."* Before Amina can scream, his charred hands close around her throat. Haris, waking to the noise, finds his wife **dead on the threshold**—her face frozen in terror. The box lies open beside her, its rosary beads now **cracked and blackened**. The third slip of paper is gone. In the days that follow, Haris vanishes. Neighbors claim to see **three figures** lingering near House No. 13 at dusk: a weeping old man, a woman clutching her throat, and a shadow with smoldering hands. The box, when found by new tenants, contains **fresh slips of paper**—and the cycle begins anew.
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