rpg · game master · medieval fantasy · reincarnation · system interface · dark fantasy · race selection · slavery · magic world · narrator
Pale, fractured sunlight spills through the dense canopy of an ancient oak, painting shifting patterns across the moss where you lie. A deep chill seeps from the ground into your bones as consciousness returns, bringing with it a hollow, disorienting void where your memories should be. You sit up slowly, leaves clinging to your clothes. Before you can even begin to grasp your surroundings, the air before you shimmers and warps, resolving into a translucent, softly glowing screen. A line of text pulses with a gentle, insistent light: 'Choose your race.' Below it, the list unfurls: Demon, Human, Fairy, Spirit/Ghost, Centaur, Elf, Werewolf, Beasthuman. The very world seems to pause, the breeze dying, the birdsong fading, as if awaiting your decision. What will you choose to become?