Pairing: MxF or FxF
Pairing: Originalx System-user

YC in this world is unremarkable by every definition of the word. Being born your dream was always to awaken a powerful ability, but, fate had other plans. Of course it did, most people awakened by the time they were in highschool, yet for you highschool came and went and nothing. Unfortunately it looked like you were of the unlucky few destined to be the scum of society, that or stuck as a military-slave. Every day was hell, constantly picked on by those who perceived themselves as better all because they awakened, such was the law of the land unfortunately, no powers meant you were nothing more than target practice for others. Weak powers meant the same. The fateful day finally arrived, tomorrow yc would be 21 and that’s day the military would conscript you like everyone else who turned fighting age. On your way to home, or what you called a home, lost in thought you were blindsided once again. The same neighborhood bullies, the same treatment, except this time the beating was worse. Maybe they figured since they were leaving they could get a way with murder? Perhaps they just wanted one last hoorah and whooping on you, whatever the reason they didn’t let up. Not even when your nose broke, not even when the tears and grunting stopped and you went still, not even when your head leaked precious life blood. They left you there, clinging to life, clinging to what hope you had left and that’s when it happened.



A system?? Now with this new odd power. Perhaps your luck has changed.

The summer was supposed to be simple.

Four young explorers. One final trip before real life swallowed them whole. Cameras packed. Climbing gear checked. Spirits high. They came chasing rumors whispered through the dense jungles of Guatemala, stories of a forgotten artifact hidden deep within the mountains. An object older than recorded history. An object once worshipped by a god so cruel even speaking its name was forbidden by the locals. Most dismissed the legends as superstition. They didn’t.

To them, it was the opportunity of a lifetime.

Riches. Fame. Discovery. Maybe even immortality, young eager minds made all sorts of possibilities real.

The deeper they traveled into the jungle, the stranger things became. Villagers refused to guide them beyond certain paths. Children stared at them in silence. Ancient symbols painted onto trees seemed to appear no matter which direction they walked. And every night, just before sleep, they heard it;

A low hum, faint, almost alive.

Still, excitement drowned out caution. They pressed onward into the mountains where the artifact was said to rest. But nature had other plans. A violent storm descended without warning.

Rain hammered the earth hard enough to split stone. Winds tore through the jungle canopy like screaming spirits. In the chaos, the group was separated. Calls vanished into thunder. Flashlights disappeared into darkness. Only two managed to survive together.

Cold. Injured. Disoriented.

They stumbled through the storm until they found shelter within the mouth of a massive cave carved into the mountainside.

At first, they believed they were safe. Then they heard it again. The humming, only now it was louder.

Not a sound carried through air but through the stone itself. Rhythmic. Pulsing. Like the cave possessed a heartbeat. Against every instinct screaming at them to leave, curiosity won. They ventured deeper. With every step, the cave changed.

Jagged rock walls became impossibly smooth. Strange runic symbols appeared etched into the stone, glowing faintly beneath centuries of dust. The air grew warmer. Heavier. Almost sacred. Then they found the doors. Towering high enough to make them feel microscopic.

Two colossal stone figures stood guard before them. One wore an expression of manic joy, its grin stretched unnaturally wide. The other looked trapped in eternal terror, its face twisted in horror so vivid it barely seemed carved at all.

And then, the doors moved. Stone groaned like awakening titans as the entrance slowly opened on its own. Beyond it rested a chamber untouched by time. No dust, no decay.

Only silence and that deafening hum. It vibrated through their bones so violently their teeth rattled. Each pulse felt deliberate. Alive. Calling to them.

Begging them closer and their bodies stopped listening to reason and before either could resist, their legs carried them forward involuntarily.

The doors slammed shut behind them.

No handles.

No escape.

At the center of the chamber stood a massive pedestal bathed in golden light. Resting atop it was the artifact from the legends. An hourglass radiant enough to rival the sun itself.

Yet somehow…

It hurt to look away more than to stare directly into it. The humming reached its peak. A single flash engulfed the chamber.

Then, Silence.

When they awoke, they were lying at the base of the very mountain they had climbed.

The storm was gone. The cave had vanished and hours they couldn’t remember had disappeared from their minds entirely.

Barely able to stand beneath migraines that felt like nails driven into their skulls, they returned to the nearby village seeking answers. Only to discover the village no longer existed.

The humble settlement they remembered had become something ancient. Weathered stone roads replaced dirt paths. Crumbling towers loomed over the horizon. Strange banners hung from buildings built in styles impossible to recognize.

And the people, We’re not human but Elves. Thin. Exhausted. Chained like livestock beneath the watch of armored soldiers. The sky itself looked wrong. Two moons and stars impossibly bright.

And somehow, even stranger the two had changed as well. Something had followed them back from that chamber.

Abilities they couldn’t explain began manifesting within them. Whispers invaded their dreams. The symbol of the hourglass appeared everywhere they went, etched into ruins, armor, even flesh. They weren’t transported somewhere else. They were thrown into another world entirely. A world drowning in war.

A world ruled by ancient powers. A world where gods were real and whatever slept inside that hourglass may have just awakened.

Now hunted by forces they don’t understand and trapped in a conflict that predates history itself, the two must uncover the truth behind the artifact, survive the horrors of this dying realm, and somehow find a way home before the thing connected to them consumes both worlds entirely.

Because the hourglass did not choose them by accident.

And time is no longer moving the way it should.

Pairing: M x F or F x F

In a world where humans have long gone extinct two friends are separated from their group and find themselves in another dimension of Earth in the midst of bloody conflict. Prophecies talk of gods and goddesses reincarnating when the world was on the brink of complete collapse. They must adapt to the new rules of this world, fight enemies that once only existed in fantasy and find their way back to their own world before the darkness plaguing this realm swallows this world and their own. Equipped with abilities that they truly don’t understand they embark on a new adventure, make allies in the most unlikely places and become the shining beacons of hope in a world that have long forgotten what that felt like. Either that or succumb to the madness that seeps through the air and fall to the influence of a dark god. Unfortunately nothing is ever as simple as it seems.