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Alice Saame is an Otaku chuunibyou with extreme social anxiety, so in short a total loser. One day, as she is grinding for loot in a videogame, her father calls her letting her know that he would no longer be financially supporting her if she was unable to “grow up” and get a proper job. With her extreme social anxiety finding a job would be impossible, let alone keeping it. With no other choice she turns to the internet for help. There she stumbles across a video where someone claimed to earn 5k a month just playing the full dive virtual reality game “Eclipse Now.” Spending the last chunk of money her father would ever give her, she purchased an extremely run down VR Headset with hopes of grandeur. But she makes a fatal blunder; She chooses a class that relies on popularity for strength! Even worse is that to make a new account it would take a whole month! With no other options, will Alice be able to rise to stardom or end up as a beggar on the streets? (Very inconsistent upload schedule... Sorry ;-; )
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Umbra Chronicle

I placed myself into my own novel, and now the world I once wrote is trying to erase me. I walk through the Human Realm as Kaeru, crossing roads I designed, entering kingdoms I once imagined, and standing before ruins, towers, and people that were never supposed to feel this real. What should have been a story has become lived reality, and every step I take drags me deeper into a world that no longer obeys me simply because I created it. Because creation was never the same as belonging. The Human Realm stretches before me as both invitation and warning. My journey through it is filled with things I cannot yet explain without saying too much—meetings that will matter later, places that should have been ordinary but are not, and scattered pieces I keep gathering for a future even I know will demand them. None of it is random. None of it is meaningless. Somewhere down the line, every fragment will become necessary. And yet, the more I move forward, the more the world itself begins to turn. The Law of Aion is not a rule, nor some distant force of morality or justice. It is the weight of continuity. The pressure of meaning. The truth that existence, no matter how much it changes, must still be able to trace itself. And around me, that truth is shifting. Quietly. Relentlessly. Reality bends in small ways first—through timing, through people, through events that feel almost right until I notice the shape of what is being altered. It is trying to make sense of me by leaving less room for me to exist. Something in this world knows that I do not align with the path that led everything here. My presence strains against the shape of what should be. So the Law moves—not to destroy me outright, but to rearrange the story around me until I can no longer remain inside it as I am. But I keep moving. I keep gathering what I need. I keep walking toward answers I may not want. And behind all of it, beyond every silence and every shift in the world, there is Kaediel. Close enough to haunt my thoughts. Distant enough to remain unclear. Whether he is another self, a witness, or something far beyond either, his presence lingers like a shadow cast by a truth I have not yet reached. This world remembers its own meaning. And if I cannot prove mine before the story closes around me, then one day the path that created everything will continue on— as if I was never part of it at all.
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