A young man named Jason Hiro is depressed and feels as if his life is aimless, thus he volunteers to enter a cryogenics program so his body will at least be useful for science. He wakes up 100,000 years in the future, only to discover that humanity has gone nearly extinct, the humans who remain are all slaves, and the slave masters are the Demons. Humans are nothing more than chattel for their new overlords.
Demons now rule the galaxy, but Jason discovers he has a unique power called Wordsmithing, a magic which descends from the legends of King Arthur and Solomon, one that can rewrite the fabric of reality based on his imagination and cast by speaking a single Word of Power. Will Jason be able to uplift and save humanity? Or will the forces of evil prove too powerful to overcome?
"Return." My body materializes inside the Labyrinth Core. Teleporting often tends to disorient me, but this time is different. I barely notice the difference in air pressure. The moment I arrive, a Goblin sitting in front of a nearby console turns and gapes at me. "Ah! You’re back!" "Yeah." "Holy shit! Everyone’s been waiting for…
"Return." My body materializes inside the Labyrinth Core. Teleporting often tends to disorient me, but this time is different. I barely notice the difference in air pressure. The moment I arrive, a Goblin sitting in front of a nearby console turns and gapes at me. "Ah! You’re back!" "Yeah." "Holy shit! Everyone’s been waiting for…
Recommended Listening The Archangel charges at me. My eyes instantly jump around as I gather data about the Balrog’s fighting capabilities, as well as the situation around him. There are five enemies. Uriel is the first. The other four are light constructs. The winged constructs appear to be a melee and caster-type, while the cube…
Recommended Listening The Archangel charges at me. My eyes instantly jump around as I gather data about the Balrog’s fighting capabilities, as well as the situation around him. There are five enemies. Uriel is the first. The other four are light constructs. The winged constructs appear to be a melee and caster-type, while the cube…
Dozens of demons walk around us in the entrance to Hell Harbor. Several Barons line up, ready to fight against that evil woman, the Archangel Uriel, but there’s a feeling of dread in the air. Everyone is on edge. I poke the big demon beside me. "Mister Bael, sir? Why are we waiting?" It takes…
Dozens of demons walk around us in the entrance to Hell Harbor. Several Barons line up, ready to fight against that evil woman, the Archangel Uriel, but there’s a feeling of dread in the air. Everyone is on edge. I poke the big demon beside me. "Mister Bael, sir? Why are we waiting?" It takes…
Recommended Listening. Winged figures in white robes rush through a narrow, underground passage. Pebbles knock around under their sandals, and small patches of grass poke up to brush their soles. One of them, a woman, stops to grab my arm. "Archangel Uriel! The demons are coming! They’re barely twenty seconds behind us!" I nod, though…
Recommended Listening. Winged figures in white robes rush through a narrow, underground passage. Pebbles knock around under their sandals, and small patches of grass poke up to brush their soles. One of them, a woman, stops to grab my arm. "Archangel Uriel! The demons are coming! They’re barely twenty seconds behind us!" I nod, though…
Recommended Listening Two combatants face each other on an empty battlefield. After scorching away every trace of life for several miles in every direction, Beelzebub’s attack obliterated a circular cavern the size of a small city, giving Hope and Uriel plenty of space to move around. The Archangel weaves a dozen hand signs, causing a…
Recommended Listening Two combatants face each other on an empty battlefield. After scorching away every trace of life for several miles in every direction, Beelzebub’s attack obliterated a circular cavern the size of a small city, giving Hope and Uriel plenty of space to move around. The Archangel weaves a dozen hand signs, causing a…
