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RIFTBORN SAGA: The One Who Carries The Void

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The gods sealed it away. The nations forgot it existed. But the Void… never stops watching. And now, it has chosen him. Rei never mattered. Not in Tokyo. Not in that tiny apartment, surrounded by silence and ramen cups. He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t special. He just kept breathing because he hadn’t figured out how to stop. Then the Rift opened. Then the sky screamed. Then the dark reached out and said: “You’ll do.” Now he’s a stranger in a shattered realm of beasts, ruins, and dying kings. Bound to a mark older than the sun, haunted by the memories of a god who broke the world to save it, Rei walks a path where heroes die, and monsters remember. But he won’t walk it alone. A frost-marked beastkin scout watches his back, knives flashing in moonlight. A loud-mouthed dwarf swings a hammer called Smashmallow and laughs in the face of dragons. A flirtatious elven trapmaker teases with lips—and blades—while hiding a truth older than the forest itself. Together, they journey through war-scorched kingdoms, fractured seals, and whispers that bleed from cracks in the sky. But the Void does not grant power freely. And what it gives? It always takes back. No systems. No chosen one power fantasy. Only blood, bonds, and the whispering dark. For readers who crave: Emotional depth and psychological scars (Re:ZERO) Legendary build-up and brutal battles (Shadow Slave) Broken worlds and slow-burn epic (Shield Hero × LOTR) A fantasy where characters matter more than stats—and where the Void watches everything “He carries the seal. He bleeds the Rift. He is not a hero. He is the Riftborn.”
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Chapter 1 - I: The Riftborn

Steel screamed. Orcs howled. The sky bled smoke and ash.

Rei blinked.

Once—he slipped past a sword.

Twice—he carved through a throat.

Three times—he stood behind a brute, his blade drenched in Riftlight.

Seven blinks. Seven multiply by seven kills.

Now only one before the warlock remained.

Oggrazh the Black Howl.

Warchief. Oathbreaker. A beast wrapped in shattered iron, his tusks cracked and blood-slick. Eyes glowing like dying coals. His roar was thunder and hatred.

Rei faced him alone, breath ragged, blade flickering with veins of violet flame.

Oggrazh swung.

The world trembled as his axe descended. Rei blinked again—vanishing mid-breath—appearing just behind the warlord.

He struck—

But Oggrazh twisted, arm like a boulder crashing into Rei's chest. Rei hit the stone, hard. The world reeled. He coughed blood.

"Now!" he shouted.

Kaia was already in motion—sliding between broken corpses and shattered steel. Her eyes were wild, her frost-mark glowing.

She darted past Oggrazh's side, blade flashing low.

"SHATTER!"

Ice detonated up the warlord's leg. Frost coiled like fangs, snapping around his joints. His roar turned to a guttural scream.

Oggrazh lifted his axe—but too slow.

Durik had already moved.

Feet planted. Hammer gripped in both hands.

Frost mist curled around the dwarven steel—runes pulsing like a frozen heartbeat.

He paused, muttering to himself.

"Frost Hammer? Nah. Judgment of Ice? Too long... Blizzard Strike? Bit much—ah, sod it—"

He raised his hammer high.

Then slammed it into the ground.

"FOR THE MOUNTAIN!"

The ground split. Frost howled. A ripple of ancient winter burst outward—coating armor, blade, and bone in the breath of old kings. Durik stood wrapped in frost-wrought mail, eyes gleaming pale.

Oggrazh staggered.

That was all Rei needed.

The Void pulsed.

He blinked—just once.

Straight through the veil of frost, past the warlord's guard, to the final opening—

And swung.

Bread Cutter screamed violet.

It cleaved through flesh, iron, and bone as if slicing through warm bread.

Clean. Effortless. Final.

Oggrazh's head fell with a thud that silenced the battlefield.

Durik raised a fist and shouted, voice booming across the field

"I NAMED IT! BREAD CUTTER, BABY!"

Rei stood over the body, blade humming. The Cleaver of Baphomette hissed quietly, folding back into the steel.

He didn't say a word.

The Void had already begun to whisper again.