"The twin suns of Enroth dimmed to embers. Kingdoms collapsed inward—forests, towers, steppes—all dragged toward the Shattered Peak, where the world tore itself open.
Gelu stood at the edge of nothing. His green armor burned with spelllight. Seven arrows hovered at his bowstring, each humming with magic old enough to wound reality.
Behind him, Castle Krondor drifted in fragments, marble streets hanging in the void like broken memories.
Across the chasm rose Tarnum.
The barbarian king was no longer mortal. His scarred bronze body blazed with conquest and his veins were filled with fury.
In his hands loomed the Sword of Frost.
Between them churned the Convergence Point, where Fire bled into Darkness, where Life and Death collapsed into raw force.
"You cannot stop what comes next," Tarnum thundered. "I conquered the world. Now I conquer existence."
The snow elf drew.
"The wild does not conquer," he said. "It merely survives."
Tarnum charged.
The ground folded upward beneath his steps. He crossed a league in seconds, his roar splitting the sky open into bleeding rifts.
Gelu loosed.
The arrow curved through impossible angles and it struck the sword.
The explosion erased the ridge.
Mountains vaporized. Seas surged free of their borders. The world lurched sideways.
Tarnum burst from the blast, laughing. His axe had grown larger—feeding on impact. One swing carved the sky open, spilling pre-creation chaos into the wound.
Gelu dove, ditching the bow. The Blade of Armageddon flashed into his hands, singing like rain on silver.
Steel met steel.
The sky fractured. Demon-red horizons clashed with lost blue worlds and nameless violet voids, all stacked atop one another, all collapsing.
Tarnum drove forward, step by step.
Wherever he walked, forests rotted to ash. Cities dissolved. Nature itself unraveled.
"Power isn't preservation!" he roared. "It's annihilation!"
Gelu stopped retreating.
He drew on the last breath of the forests behind him—ten thousand years of roots, rain, and patience. Green fire ignited in his eyes.
They struck together.
Tarnum's sword fell with godlike force.
Gelu did not deflect. His sword met his.
He endured.
The impact made no sound.
The vibration exceeded sound. Space itself buckled. Reality shattered like crystal.
When the light died, nothing remained.
Not void. Not darkness.
Less than nothing.
Gelu and Tarnum stood frozen at the final point of contact—unable to move, unable to die—locked forever in the last moment before existence ceased."
But that is story is just the beginning... for the people of Enroth have found refuge in another world, a world called Azeroth.
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"AND I SAID HEEEEEEEEEEYAAAAH- HEEEEEEEYYAAAAH! I SAID HEY
WHAT"S GOING ON!"
"God damn alarm!
Wha-where am I?"
On the shoreline lay a disheveled, blonde young man.
He was Lion Gryphonheart, a teenager from Earth. No relation to any actual Gryphonheart.
"What the hell?! Why am I on the shoreline? Why is that crab huge?!
Lion checked his belongings.
"Hmm. I still have my phone, but its useless, I can't even doom scroll!" Lion had the urge to throw it into the sea but stopped as he saw a huge figure in the sky.
*Welcome mortal! You, Lion Gryphonheart, have been to save people of Enroth!
Their world is doomed but fear not, they are waiting for your word!
They are waiting for a hero to lead them! A hero of might and magic you might say!*
"Enroth? Hero of might and magic? Where am I?!"
*You are in the world of magic and titans, Azeroth!
I shall leave you with a parting gift, may fortune favor thee!*
"Don't leave me here you God damn ROB!"
Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head.
*System loading...
Loading finished
Hello sir, I am the Grand Archive of Conjured Heroic Assets. You may call me G.A.C.H.A or simply Gacha. I am here to help youbuild a new kingdom in Azeroth. Do you have any questions?
"Just one, is there a silent mode for you? You're making my head ring!"
...
...
...
Adam sat on a big rock on the shore "Okay you can talk now. Tell me about your capabilities."
* My pleasure sir, you are familiar with your childhood game Heroes of Might and Magic 3 are you not?*
"Yes?"
*And I said I'm a gacha system, you know what that is right?*
"Don't worry I pray to RNJesus every day!"
*Fabulous sir! Now just say or think Panel and Menu!*
Adam smiled.
'Panel...'
A large panel opened up. On the left side was his name and stats while on the right his equipment and inventory.
Name: Lion Gryphonheart
Title: Confused Teenager
Level: 1
Attack: 5
Defense: 5
Spell Power: 5
Knowledge: 5
'Hmm just like in the game... And I see that I started as an all rounder with no items at the moment'
"Gacha! Now explain the menu for me!"
*Of course sir! The menu is where you use your rolls currently you have 3 rolls, one for units, one for an item, one for a random spell and-*
"Alright alright, let's do this!"
*Hold for a moment sir, first things first you must roll for your starting Town*
"Okay okay just do it already, let's found our first town!"
*You got Castle sir! Congratulations!"
"I guess it's really fated...
A huge castle town was magically erected out of the shoreline.
'Alright let's call it New Steadwick. Let's see... no buildings figures. Just houses for the people and the Town Hall.'
A resource panel appeared while inspecting the castle.
'0 Gold 0 Resources'
'I'm broke for real for real.'
Good, good... roll for the units Gacha!"
*Congratulations sir you got 50 Halflings*
"What?! Where's my dragons?!"
*You only had a level 1 roll sir...*
"Why didn't you tell me?!"
*You didn't ask sir.*
50 Halflings apperead and Lion assigned them to his army.
"It's not over yet, let me see what else I got. Gacha! Roll the other 2!
*Congrats you got Titan's Gladius!*
*Grants plus 12 to Attack but lowers defense by 3*
*Congrats you learned Magic Arrow!*
*Causes a bolt of magical energy to strike the selected enemy unit*
"Luck can't strike more than once, Magic Arrow is pretty decent. Gacha this will be the start of a great venture, now let's go kill some giant crabs with my gladius!"
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*Dictionary:
Gacha System:A magical or technological mechanism that "summons" heroes, items, or creatures at random, usually with varying rarity, often turning luck, chance, or fate into tangible rewards—or consequences.