Proud Sword Soaring Clouds - Chapter 5: Imperial Academy

Bored in class, Ivaim suddenly transmigrates into a world plagued with Fractured Realities.A century ago, Reality Masters suddenly arrived— bringing a wave of terror over the planet.Just as the people despaired, they began to discover “Threshold Items” which allowed them to enter the domains of these Reality Masters.They had two options starting from there :One, to become a Reality Walker— a person marked and blessed by a Reality Master, fighting by their side in order to defend against other Reality Masters.Or to become a Reality Ruiner— A person who kills Reality Masters, directly consuming and taking over the powers that they posses!However, to Ivaim, he seemed to have taken on a different path.As he looked towards his own body, he sighed as he realized that he was neither a Reality Walker, nor a Reality Ruiner.—He had somehow become a Reality Master....

A stroke of incredible luck sends Kenji on a one-way trip to the world of Toriko! As he's grappling with his new reality in the Gourmet Age, he's invited to a cross-dimensional chat group where he finds some very familiar, and very powerful, new friends.[The Pink Empress]: “Wow, what a beautiful Rainbow Fruit! ”[Fluffy Cutie]: “Is that a little... no, a GIANT cake?!!!”[King of Knights]: “The people of this world are simply blessed! [Ahoge stands on end]”[Just a Passing-Through Hero]: “A little interesting. I might just stop by.”[The God's Tongue]: “Such magical and delicious ingredients... my tongue is so satisfied.”Tags: ACTION, ADVENTURE, COMEDY, FANFICTION, CROSSOVER, TORIKO, CHAT GROUP, SYSTEM

Can't a man maintain his dignity while preparing for the end of the world? Is that too much to ask?

The Tower was all I knew... all any of us knew, and just like that, it was gone. Monsters the likes of which I'd never seen ravaged the land of my ancestors. They burst through the outer walls and stormed the city. No one could have been ready for that. But now... Now I have a second chance.

After the collapse of the known world, I woke up to find myself on the First Floor of the Tower. I was young and healthy, 18 again, and sitting in the same classroom that marked the worst days of my life. Confused and excited, I accepted this gift, deciding to use my vast knowledge of the future to climb the Tower in preparation for the end of the world.

Maybe I'll help some folks along the way? Who knows. Survival comes first.

The clock is ticking, and I'm left with only a century to build a Deck powerful enough to survive the end. Things to do... What's first? I need Essence, and I need power. I'll have to climb the Tower to acquire both of these. Some of the zealots will try to stop me, need to look out for those. What if-

“Hey, kid! Hand over the pouch or-”

Stab

Sorry, where was I? Ah... there's a spot of blood on my suit. What a lousy morning.

In this world of blood and fantasy, century-old Rowan Wilder has to not only survive, but thrive as he powers his way to the top of the Tower. The Demonic Plague that has twisted the creatures on the upper Floors is the least of his worries. Cane in hand and Summons by his side, he'll have to tear his way through the monsters, as well as the humans who want to stop his ascent. Of course, he can maintain a sense of decorum while he faces these trials, right?

A new emperor rules each year in Yohuachanca.Only the most delicious of food graces his palate; the realm’s most beautiful women fill his harem; his palace dazzles the mind in its beauty; and four priestesses counsel him in all matters. The life of an emperor is good, luxurious, and short. For at the year’s end, he is sacrificed to the Nightlords under the light of the Scarlet Moon.I am Iztac. A pisspoor orphan and the year’s emperor. A sacrifice bound for the altar. But the vampires have made a mistake this time. For I am a sorcerer, whose soul journeys into the secret underworld to plunder the secret spells of the dead. There, in the darkness, hides the power to drag the Nightlords off their throne. I have a year to find it, or perish for good.I may not be the first emperor, but I will be the last.