Clash Of Realms: The Legacy System

Blurb:

Benign Cross had died in glory on the battlefield, only to reawaken with a system that needed his help to balance three realms and stop them from glitching.

Too much work? Not for Benign Cross and his savior complex!

He took the job and underestimated it—until he realized that there was more to the glitches, and the Primordial Core wasn’t what he thought.

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“But this can’t be possible,” Benign muttered, sluggishly moving toward the other side of the sand hill he stood on.

Upon reaching the edge, his eyes widened at the landscape and the ancient battlefield. The battlefield was littered with the bodies of soldiers and forgotten weaponry.

The whole desert seemed to be covered with blood and the dead, especially some strange horse-like creatures. The bodies mostly belonged to men wearing ancient clothes.

Had no one come for their corpses? No one to bury them?

"What historical event happened here?” Benign asked, feeling it resembled mass murder more than a battlefield.

[This event will be recorded in history as the Clash of Realms. You, Benign Cross, shall be recorded with it.]
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It was a call to doom, and Benign Cross was the only one who could answer it!