"Have you ever wondered what if all the fairy tales and legends were true?"
The narrator's voice rolled through the trailer — deep, resonant, and heavy with promise.
"Then experience it for yourself. Play Chronicles of the Forgotten Age — a world set in the European Middle Ages, where magic, witchcraft, and mythical creatures await your discovery."
Storm-dark skies filled the screen. Armored knights marched across mud-soaked fields. Witches whispered through candlelit woods. Something enormous shifted behind a wall of fog.
"Our aim is extreme realism. Ninety-nine percent of humans are ordinary — no special powers, no chosen ones — just as in the real Middle Ages."
The scene cut to a lone figure standing on a battlefield as lightning cracked overhead.
"Only one percent," the voice continued, "carry the spark of the extraordinary."
Eric instinctively leaned closer, the cold blue glow of his monitor painting his face.
"This… looks good," he murmured, eyes narrowing with interest.
"Realism, and only one percent with power… now that's interesting."
He typed the game's name into the search bar — Chronicles of the Forgotten Age.
He scrolled down to the official intro. It was… unusual. Strangely authentic. Most fantasy games were stuffed with mana sparkles and neon fireballs. But Chronicles of the Forgotten Age stripped all that away — choosing instead to breathe realism into myth.
No infinite energy. No spellbooks falling from the sky. No chosen-one prophecy. Humans lived as they had in the true medieval era — plowing fields, hammering iron, brewing herbs, or dying young of fever and famine.
Only a rare handful — barely one percent — were touched by something otherworldly.
Witches who brewed hexes under crescent moons.
Warlocks who bartered sanity for power.
Alchemists obsessed with transmutation.
Templars whose relics burned demons on sight.
Remnants of the supernatural — scattered, secretive, feared, hunted. And beyond mankind waited the creatures of centuries-old folklore
The pale, cunning vampires of ruined keeps. The feral werewolves bound by blood and moonlight. The deceptive fae courts hidden within hollow hills. The revenants who rose for vengeance.
A world where the Church's prayers clashed with pagan magic — and both trembled before what lurked unseen.
The main story followed a humble villager — a man of soil and sweat — leaving his quiet home to find work in a nearby city. But fate, cruel and unseen, awaited him beneath ancient oaks and a blood-red moon. There, he crossed paths with a wandering warlock.
The encounter ended with a curse… and his rebirth as one of the undead. From then on, his tale became one not of glory, but of redemption — a desperate struggle to reclaim his lost humanity. Eric's eyes widened slightly as he read, each line pulling him deeper.
"Wow… such a unique start," he whispered, excitement creeping into his voice.
Without hesitation, he clicked Download.
A burst of blinding blue light exploded from his monitor, flooding the room.
"That… doesn't look good," Eric muttered, standing up slowly, half expecting smoke to curl from the corners.
The display flickered violently. Static crackled through the speakers. The image twisted and warped, flashing between lines of broken code and scenes from the trailer — knights, witches, forests drowning in fog.
Eric blinked, unsettled. "This looks exactly like those cheesy novel intros where the main guy gets sucked into a game." A nervous laugh slipped from him.
"Yeah, right. Not happening." He yanked the power cable from the socket — click.
The screen went dark. He exhaled in relief, rubbing his temples.
"Okay… crisis averted. Didn't want to become some cursed protagonist today."
Then the monitor flickered back on. Eric froze. He slowly looked down. The power cable dangled from his hand — still unplugged.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," he whispered. The screen pulsed once. Twice.
Then a massive, blue, spectral hand burst through it and clamped icy fingers around his arm.
"Hey! Let go, you glitchy freak!" Eric shouted, stumbling backward.
"I didn't even install the game yet! I didn't comment, didn't subscribe, didn't open any secret route — just leave me out of this!"
The hand tightened its grip, deaf to his desperation, and began dragging him forward. Papers scattered. His chair toppled.
The monitor's glow deepened until it swallowed the entire room.
"Wait—no, no, no! Pick someone else! I don't even have a handsome face!" His voice warped into static as he was pulled into the screen.
A sharp snap echoed. Darkness swallowed everything.
For a long moment, nothing moved.
Then pale letters appeared on the monitor — one by one — glowing like cold fire
[The Game Has Just Started.]
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