WAR FICTION

Realm of Myths and Legends

Realm of Myths and Legends by DaoistZenFeng, a war novel, Jin, a down-on-his-luck gamer, dies in a tragic accident. However, his body becomes a vessel for Izroth, a legendary cultivator from another world. With his past life’s memories and a powerful soul, Izroth sets out to conquer the game, right Jin’s wrongs, and become the strongest player in existence. Read Realm of Myths and Legends Blurb Below.

Realm of Myths and Legends Blurb

Jin, a perpetual resident of his childhood bedroom at the ripe age of 24, was the embodiment of misfortune. Jobless, heartbroken after his high school sweetheart left him for his best friend, and perpetually harassed by a local gang, his life was a monotonous cycle of defeat. To top it all off, his father, having struck it rich in the lottery, had abandoned him and his mother for a “debt-free” life with a new family. His mother, a beacon of strength, held down a staggering three jobs just to keep their world from collapsing.

One fateful day, on his way home clutching the much-anticipated first copy of “Realm of Myths and Legends” (RML), the world’s first truly immersive VRMMORPG, Jin’s life took a dramatic, albeit terminal, turn. A hit-and-run accident ended his struggles, but fate, it seemed, wasn’t quite done with him. As Jin breathed his last, a soul from another world crossed paths with his, merging with his fading consciousness.

This soul belonged to Izroth, a legendary cultivator from the distant Seven Realms, a being who had scaled the pinnacle of power. Now, stripped of his former body and thrust into the unfamiliar world of Earth, Izroth found himself inhabiting Jin’s frail shell. Memories of his past life flooded his mind – a past filled with epic battles, otherworldly landscapes, and a power far beyond anything Earth could offer.

Dismay settled upon him as he realized his cultivation, the source of his immense power, had been reduced to a flicker in this new world. The spiritual essence, the lifeblood of cultivation, was scarce here. Yet, amidst the despair, a spark of his indomitable spirit remained. His soul strength, the very essence of his being, was intact.

Looking down at the frail limbs that now encased his powerful essence, Izroth made a vow. He would honor the memories of the life he had unwittingly stolen. He would enact revenge on those who had wronged Jin, a promise whispered by a soul yearning for justice.

Then, his eyes landed on the RML capsule clutched in his newly acquired hand. A wry smile touched his lips. “A video game, is it?” he mused, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Very well. You gave me this body, and in turn, I’ll fulfill your dream of becoming the number one player.”

This wasn’t just a game for Izroth; it was an opportunity. Guilds, he discovered, were the closest equivalent to the powerful sects of his world. He would forge a guild unlike any other, one that would dominate the virtual landscape. And as he encountered the arrogant boasts of self-proclaimed “greatest gamers,” a chilling laughter escaped his lips. The path he would walk wouldn’t be paved with pixels; it would be carved with the blood, sweat, and maybe even a few tears, of those who dared to underestimate him. Izroth, the legendary cultivator, had arrived, and the world of “Realm of Myths and Legends” would soon tremble under the might of a soul reborn.