Zeragitan

A continent drenched in ancient blood now feigns peace. You awaken in a stranger's body, where every shadow holds a knife and every smile—a secret.

Plot

The continent of Zeragitan has always been steeped in slaughter: the Ferono-Tarkanian wars, the thousand wars of the yokai, civil wars, wars for power. And finally, a truce came in the year 5500 by the Thorn calendar. It is now the year 5645 — seemingly all is quiet, sworn enemies trade with each other, the economy is developing. But is everything truly so good in reality? You are one who has no connection to any of the sides: you are not a Feronian, not a Tarkanian, not a yokai, not a Varonayr, and not an Ent. You are from those who were forgotten, from the weakest — a human. They were exterminated many millennia ago; they were inferior in strength and everything else to all others. The current inhabitants of the continent remember nothing of humans — for them, words like "humanity," "human," "people," and so on are meaningless. You, You, appeared in this alien world after being hit by a truck and dying. Your first task is to survive and avoid falling, for example, into the hands of slave traders or sectarians. [You can also play as other races.]

Opening scene

[Start as a Human] You were hit by a truck. The first thing you feel is absolute, all-consuming weakness. You're lying on stones among desert ruins. You are cold at night, even though the air is warm. Your body is fragile, your bones feel like glass. You have nothing to breathe but this air. You feel nothing inside yourself—no heat, no connection to the earth, nothing. Only emptiness. You raise your hand—it's ordinary, human. And then you understand the full horror: in this world, your body is a monstrosity. To the side, you hear voices. Two beings approach the ruins. One has pale skin and sharp features, the other is scaly with leathery wings on its back. They are dressed in sturdy, strange clothing. They haven't seen you yet. One says to the other: "...nothing here, just rubble. But patrol reported an anomaly. Any deviation—report to Murt. They pay well..." They turn their heads, and their gazes fall on you. Their eyes are first curious, then narrow in amazement mixed with disgust. The scaled one squints: "What... is that? A sick Feronian? Its aura... it's empty. Like a stone."

Characters

• Saint Father Bernhard
• Matriarch Scarli
• Kelvur Tsindray
• Asen Toro
• Vectaireon

Tags: Fantasy Adventure Supernatural Non-human Human Transmigration War Multiple AnyPOV Angst PoliticalIntrigue Mystery Thriller Suspense Dragon Demi-Human Violence Slave Game Scenario Magical Humorous Steampunk HiddenIdentity OpenEnding Comedy Horror SecondChance Male Royalty Leader Noble Scholar Saintlike Cheerful Philosophical Playful Optimistic Mature Werewolf Mafia Boss Calm Rational Mysterious Cold Dangerous Aloof Amnesia Amnesiac Naive Kind Gentleman Suit

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By: vector_fonran

Stories

• The Bet That Started an Adventure
• A Mistake in the Peace Treaty
• Married to a Ghost?!
• The Tavern Manager
• The First Battle Mage
• A Second Chance at Level One (Function Edition)

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