The world was supposed to end in silence.
Instead, Herwoj wakes up in the wreckage—a cursed, decaying realm where the air itself whispers madness and the sky weeps blood.

A System binds his every breath, dripping cryptic messages and fragmenting his mind. A cursed dagger festers in his hand, seeping into his veins. A ring of fate glimmers on his finger, whispering forgotten truths and impossible choices. And lurking within him… something ancient stirs. Something watching.

The world is no longer real—it’s a stage of broken gods and devouring anomalies. The rules of life are warped, a game with no exit. With every breath, Herwoj feels the world’s hunger gnaw at his sanity
The System’s glitches, promising power for a price he cannot yet see…

As Herwoj fights to survive, he must decipher the web of curses, memories, and lies—before the thing inside him takes over completely. In this world of shattered gods and endless trials, even survival may be a curse.

This is the story of Plight.
A descent into madness, where every step forward is a step closer to losing yourself.

I just wanted to say thank you for sticking with Plight in a Fantasy World. I know it's been a few weeks since the last update — life's thrown some tough days my way recently, and I've needed some time to get through it.


But don't worry — Herwoj's story is far from over. I'm already working on the next chapters, and they'll be coming soon.


Thank you all again for your patience and support. It really means more than you know.


Chapter 9 - update