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Chapter 10 - Nascent Killing Intent
After scarfing down the pizza, I rushed back to my apartment.
Screw privacy—if the game wanted to read my mind, then so be it. It’s not like there was much going on in there anyway.
I chuckled dryly.
As for my kids, I found some comfort in knowing they were both adults now. ...
2025-08-05 13:38:13 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 09 - Pandora's Box
Alone with my thoughts, I stared up listlessly at the rotating ceiling fan and the bland, egg-white coloured ceiling that sustained it. Next to me, my VR HeadGear nestled on an oversized pillow. If one studied the sleek device, one would notice that a light was blinking, indicating that it was ch...
2025-08-05 11:58:11 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 08 - Lilac's Anguish
Lilac’s point of view
“God I’m shaking…” My face burned as I stepped onto the platform, painfully aware of every stare fixed on me. Somehow, the silence made it worse—like the entire evaluation ground was holding its breath just for me.
"Why c...
2025-08-05 10:43:13 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 07 - The Trial
I wish I could say that what followed was a constructive forum in which we got to ask the two inner disciples about cultivation or the sect. Instead, the lead cultivator decided to hold a long monologue.
“Since I might see some of you in the sect later, I think it’s time for some introd...
2025-08-03 09:46:10 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 06 - Aptitude and Affinities
Percival and his friend were the first to step onto the platform, both appearing to be in their late teens. Percival's avatar was sharp and clean-cut, almost unnervingly handsome, while his companion's rugged looks—complete with heavy facial hair—obscured much of his. youthful features.
Chapter 05 - No Place For Garbage
Night had already fallen when I finally logged in again. Yet, since it was so close to the summer solstice, it wasn't actually that dark. The distant horizon shimmered with beautiful orange hue.
For a moment, I just marvelled at how the air felt somewhat colder, crispier, and easier to brea...
2025-08-02 19:03:23 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 04 - The Bullies
Wherever the white-robe clad cultivator went, the crowd of adolescents parted like the red sea did for Moses. Suddenly, it was crystal clear who amongst us was native and who was a player.
The NPCs bowed reverentially as the cultivator passed them by. In contrast, the players treated him li...
2025-08-02 17:36:52 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 03 - The Cultivator
Fortunately, the rest of the morning passed expeditiously. The merchants and their workers were obviously competent at their work as before long, the camp was reassembled and the horses fastened to their wagons.
For some reason, despite helping out, I didn’t receive a copper coin this tim...
2025-08-02 14:42:21 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 02 - Swordsmanship Proficiency
After a brief moment of silence, I was showered in applause. Only my opponent’s closest confidants remained conspiciously silent. The rest of the spectators erupted in cheers. The loudest of whom came from my fellow players.
“Oh my god! Bro just wiped the floor with that turd.”
...
2025-08-02 13:36:25 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 01 - The Game Begins
With a flash of pale-blue light, my surroundings changed. Darkness morphed into an array of colours, which subsequently transformed into a variety of shapes and silhouettes.
Suddenly, I was no longer in my bed; I was standing in a large plaza, wearing a surprisingly scratchy greyish-white t...
2025-08-02 12:23:03 +0000 UTC View PostHogwarts (Year One) - Part 11
Disused Classroom, Fourth Floor, Hogwarts. September 11, 1989.
Dark clouds loomed outside the windows, cloaking the already dusty, timeworn classroom in an added layer of foreboding.
Yet Thalia and I paid it no heed as we continued practicing.
“No, your arm should be ...
2025-08-02 09:13:38 +0000 UTC View PostHogwarts (Year One) - Part 10
Professor Flitwick’s Classroom, Third Floor, Hogwarts. September 11, 1989.
Collapsing into my seat, I rested my weary head against the cool wood of the desk. A quick glance at the clock confirmed I blessedly still had another half an hour before class began—which meant that the...
2025-07-25 08:10:24 +0000 UTC View PostHogwarts (Year One) - Part 9
Professor Crowe’s’ Classroom, Third Floor, Hogwarts. September 8, 1989.
A heavy silence settled over the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom in response to Professor Crowe’s ruling.
The atmosphere was practically crackling with tension.
Except for Tha...
2025-07-21 08:14:10 +0000 UTC View PostHogwarts (Year One) - Part 8
Professor Binns’ Classroom, First Floor, Hogwarts. September 7, 1989.
“…After the ill-advised intervention of the Department of Magical Transportation, in which Portkeys were distributed to Ministry officials but not to their goblin counterparts, the ensuing diplomat...
2025-07-17 06:08:31 +0000 UTC View PostHogwarts (Year One) - Part 7
Professor Flitwick’s Classroom, Third Floor, Hogwarts. September 6, 1989.
With practiced ease and deliberate wandwork, I channelled my focus into that beautiful spark of energy pulsing within me—the source of magic lodged somewhere between my chest and my stomach.
And in ...
2025-07-15 04:34:35 +0000 UTC View PostHogwarts (Year One) - Part 6
The Great Library, First Floor, Hogwarts. September 5, 1989.
Yawning, I glanced over Thalia’s shoulder—at her unfinished paper.
To think, despite living in the twentieth century, the girl was still using quill and ink.
Romantic, perhaps. But certainly not ...
Hogwarts (Year One) - Part 5
First Year Girls’ Dormitory, Ravenclaw Tower, Hogwarts. September 5, 1989.
“I can't believe he didn't say anything!” I frowned, yanking my comb through my hair with far more force than what was proper.
Yesterday had been the day I’d dreamed about for...
2025-06-13 19:06:58 +0000 UTC View PostFirst-Year Schedule (Patreon Exclusive)
See attached screenshot for detailed schedule. ***************************************** Charms (w. Hufflepuff) taught by Professor Flitwick
See attached screenshot for detailed schedule.
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Hogwarts (Year One) - Part 4
First Year Boys' Dormitory, Ravenclaw Tower, Hogwarts. September 4, 1989.
The next morning, I did something unusual and slept in until five minutes before breakfast.
After quickly checking my magical reserves, I was pleased to note that my spark had mostly recovered since yes...
2025-06-12 08:30:40 +0000 UTC View PostHogwarts (Year One) - Part 3
First Year Boys' Dormitory, Ravenclaw Tower, Hogwarts. September 3, 1989.
I have to admit—it felt oddly disorienting not having to attend Sunday service this morning. After seven years of waking up to hymns and sermons, the absence left an unexpected void in my routine. As much a...
2025-06-12 08:27:43 +0000 UTC View PostHogwarts (Year One) - Part 2
First Year Boys' Dormitory, Ravenclaw Tower, Hogwarts. September 1, 1989.
The banquet was a feast unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
The food was succulent, rich with flavor, and so diverse that I didn’t know where to begin. Whoever was running the kitchen clearly knew...
2025-06-12 08:26:26 +0000 UTC View PostHogwarts (Year One) - Part 1
Sacred Morgan Children’s Home, Bath, England. September 1, 1989. Saying goodbye to everyone at the orphanage was definitely a bittersweet mo
Sacred Morgan Children’s Home, Bath, England. September 1, 1989.
Saying goodbye to everyone at the orphanage was definitely a bitte...
2025-06-12 08:24:35 +0000 UTC View PostChildhood - Part 4
Sacred Morgan Children’s Home, Bath, England. July 13, 1989. Like dominos, everything fell into place as I stared into the serious eyes of t
Sacred Morgan Children’s Home, Bath, England. July 13, 1989.
Like dominos, everything fell into place as I stared into the serious ...
2025-06-12 08:21:27 +0000 UTC View PostChildhood - Part 3
Sacred Morgan Children's Home, Bath, England. July 13, 1989.
“—up! It's time to wakey-wakey Mikey-Mikey!” A squeaky, adolescent voice tore me—unwillingly—from my dreams.
When the vexing little brat then had the subsequent audacity to kick my bedframe, I nearly manif...
2025-06-12 08:20:31 +0000 UTC View PostChildhood - Part 2
St. John The Evangelist’s Church, Bath, England. October 24, 1982.
Learning how to wield magic—attempt number two—was off to an even worse start than expected.
The more I practiced, the fewer ideas I had left at my disposal, and the less likely it seemed that I’d be a...
2025-06-12 08:19:39 +0000 UTC View PostChildhood - Part 1
England, The United Kingdoms. October 22, 1982.
A cool breeze swept purposefully through cobbled streets confined by honey-coloured buildings and picturesque townhouses. Everywhere one looked, meticulously designed limestone invited and evoked admiration.
Occasionally, an all...
2025-06-12 08:18:36 +0000 UTC View Post