It was called {Laplace}.
The design was minimalist, black and silver, all sharp lines and glowing, cryptic runes. It screamed 'exclusive evil nightclub.'
And at the top of the screen, a welcome message appeared.
Welcome, user 114514. Your temporary handle is: Saburo.
My eye twitched.
Saburo.
Kevin's real, given name.
A name so profoundly, aggressively normal it was an insult.
I was Ragnar Vhagar, the Tyrant of Aethelburg, the Vampire Lord, the conqueror of two kingdoms.
And this stupid, all-knowing website had just named me after my embarrassing, cape-wearing intern.
"I'm going to kill him," I whispered, my voice a dangerous growl. "Slowly. And with something rusty."
Kevin, sensing my murderous intent, wisely made himself very, very small in a corner of the room.
Grumbling under my breath, I began to explore. The main forums were a chaotic, beautiful mess.
[THREAD] Help! My True Core is a lava lamp. Is this normal?
