October 1st, 2029
The world changed — suddenly and irrevocably.
I was just a child when rifts began appearing across the globe. I later gave them a name: Fragments. These zones led to other realities — completed or ruined stories from worlds not our own.
Around the same time, It manifested — the System, which we would later call the Story. Some believed it brought disaster. But in time, I came to a different conclusion: perhaps, it was our salvation.
My colleagues and I did not invent the name. We uncovered traces — traces of a Deity. That was when I first realized: the Story is not humanity's enemy. It may well be our ally.
All my conclusions are rooted in a single event — the moment I was pulled into a Fragment myself.
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January 1st, 2030
I was pulled in by accident. A brush against distorted space — and I was dragged into a nightmare.
Before me lay a world that had survived its own apocalypse. Advanced technology, cults of Ether, vanished gods, abandoned labs, and silent cities.
I was seventeen. Without the System, I would've died. It gave me a goal: survive for ten years. A death sentence, it seemed. Until I found the laboratory.
Inside were monsters. Some were dumb and weak — I killed them. Others I trapped in the underground levels.
Back then, the System didn't grant false cores — but it didn't take away all hope either. The lab's technology was powered by near-limitless energy extracted from monster cores.
I had to survive.
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April 7th, 2035
Five years passed.
Through the lab's records, I discovered a disturbing truth: there were eight worlds. The one I had entered was the fifth.
I studied everything I could. But the data wasn't enough.
Why had the inhabitants turned into monsters?
Where had their gods gone?
What broke their civilization?
Too many contradictions. Too few answers.
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June 6th, 2039
I've found the truth. And it is worse than any Fragment I've known.
The gods… lost their minds.
They destroyed their own worlds — all of them, save one.
All that remains now are Fragments of History —
shards of broken realities.
But one being did not vanish.
One of the gods — the Keeper of History.
He is not the last god. Merely one among many.
But he gave us the System.
The Story is his tool.
Through it, he shields us from mutation — from becoming monsters.
And through it, he grants us strength.
But in return, he demands that we pass through the Fragments.
Why?
Because each completed Fragment restores a shattered world.
I must leave this lab.
And I must share this knowledge with the world —
before it's too late.