In 2185, Warcraft Online was launched—and the world was never the same.

What began as a game swiftly evolved into a global revolution. Information, education, media, politics—even human perception itself—were reshaped by its existence. It became more than a cultural phenomenon: it became the foundation of a new era, woven into the fabric of society and taught in schools as both history and future.

Then came the Great Collapse—a cataclysm that shattered the old world and opened the gates to a boundless multiversal frontier.

From the ruins, humanity rose again, now settled on KOI-5715.01—a world stronger, stranger, and saturated with power. Here, Warcraft Online has become more than a game. It is a second reality, a gateway to infinite realms accessed through the Akashic Library, where Storywalkers wield narrative as a weapon, memory as power, and fate as a game board.

By 2225, the line between player and god had all but vanished. Across endless timelines, empires rise and fall in decades, systems awaken, and forgotten forces stir. The veil between memory and reality thins, and humanity begins its plan to dominate all of existence.

At Glory Academy, the brightest—and most dangerous—Storywalkers are forged. Among them: are students, rebels, dreamers, and cursed prodigies drawn into a spiralling war of reincarnation, rebellion, and revelation. Some carry memories from lives they’ve never lived. Others die only to return stronger, their echoes rippling across realities. All of them are fated to shape the outcome of worlds.

As The One in Red stirs The Eldritch Code, and Taebaek’s forgotten soul awakens within the cracks of destiny, the Paragon Council and their executioners, the Judicator Corps, move to enforce the Laws of Humanity—seven absolute edicts that hold the multiverse together through fear, force, and fatal consequence.

The game is no longer about glory.

It's about the right to rewrite heaven itself.

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This story is currently undergoing some refinement. I'll be rewriting all chapters leading up to Chapter 20. I have gained new ideas, which would, unfortunately, make a lot of what has been stated previously completely irrelevant.


As the wise Dao seniors would say. "Your foundation is lacking." Or some bullshit like that.


This junior will now enter secluded cultivation.


Note that this story will probably make zero sense during the time of editing. So I recommend holding off on rereading of this story until the completion notice.


I woke up with soup in my lungs again. Not metaphorically. Cream of mushroom, I think. The flavour whispered something about Tuesday, but it's Sunday. I'm not sure where the extra days are going. Probably the same place where keys vanish.


The ceiling has grown teeth again. Not human ones. Too sharp, too opinionated. They click when I breathe wrong, so I try not to breathe at all. Last time I exhaled too hard, they bit off Wednesday. Now, everyone pretends it never existed.


My roommate is a turnip named Elijah. He says I need to stop feeding the clocks. But if I don't, how will they stay on time? Time is hungry, and I'm not a monster.


I don't know who 2578 is, but I always take their food. I think it's the neighbourly thing to do. I don't like it, though. It tastes like children, nobody likes children.


Chapter 24 - Edit Notice