“Every second, every moment, every breath of mine, Charles. I will never forget what they had done to me. My revenge… was never completed last time… and this time. They will pay a hundredfold more than they can afford. Only then, I will be free of this misery of mine.” 

-Mikael Aroa to Charles Richard
…

Mikael Aroa, lost everything in the end.

Lover, family, friends, trust, hope and perhaps his will to live as well.

They took everything from him in this life, whether it was his [Time-Seer] class within the game, or the entire corporation he built from scratch in the real world.

They took everything.

Mikael Aroa, killed everyone who destroyed his life.

Enemies, competition, assassins, people who wanted to abuse his weaknesses and perhaps even his desire to live in this world.

Nothing was left to be done.

The revenge wasn’t beautiful.

It didn’t fill the void of regret he had. 

It didn’t soothe his anger, his anguish and his misery.

But nothing more was left that could be done…

So, he decided to end it all.

But…

“Save them for me,” fate twisted, bent and rewound itself.

-Bang!

A bullet to the head, from a strange emerald gun, from an honest inspector, Charles Richard, who still abided by the law in this borderline lawless world.

And the next thing that Mikael saw…

His mother, who died a decade ago, cooking his favourite meal once again.

And his body, 10 years younger, was ready to turn the entire world upside down with the knowledge and skills he had honed to the peak.

***
***

It's The year 2078 that the world finally succeeded with its first biggest and most successful MMORPG ever. 

Arcadia Online.

A world much vast than our own, holding thousands of secrets of its own waiting to be explored. Where even Gods intervene when they need to, and people have the chance to dethrone the very Gods themselves. 

Here Races exist and so do their Kingdoms. Be it Elves, or be it Undeads, you will find every race possible here somewhere hiding in the corner of the world. Be it Dragons or be it Unicorns, you will get what you want as long as you have what it takes to get it.

And just like any other Fantasy, Monsters roam freely here without any limitations. And monsters… could come in any form. So be careful what you wish for.

Choose what you want to be

An adventurer who lives his/her/them/they/it’s life trying to figure out the mystery of the world, meeting new people or just strolling past the beautiful sceneries and making memories.

A Blacksmith who creates weapons that even the Gods would kill to get. 

A Merchant so big that he can buy an 
entire kingdom if he wishes to. 

Climb the Highest mountain or reach the deepest trench. Become a Dragonslayer or saviour of the Elven Kingdom. The choices are yours.
Or maybe you could stumble upon the [Main Quest] and be called upon an adventure that will shake the entire core of Arcadia? Though the rewards will be high, will you take the risk that might wipe out an entire nation? May the Gods of Arcadia Bless you… unless of course your journey is to kill them… 

Though… no matter where you go… no matter what you become… you must always remember that… 

Arcadia has its own rules.

***

"Be mine," she said with all the seriousness she could muster, her eyes laser-focused as she waited for a few seconds.


"Don't you like… already have a fiance?" I was a bit confused. I didn't think she was into that stuff-


"Ah! No! I didn't mean it like that!" She corrected herself, her eyes glaring at me for misinterpreting.


"That ferocious look made me think I was about to lose my V-Card with you." 


"I said that out loud, didn't I?" I made a poker face, waiting for them to skip it as if it never happened.


"Hey, what do-" Silva, with great interest, was about to delve deeper into the topic but Alexandra one-upped her as she said,


"ANYWAY! What I meant was that none of the Bellimore or even other families know about your existence. Except for great-gramp, who wouldn't take interest more than knowing about you, and Silva, who already had you close enough as much as she needs."


Chapter 89 - Alexandra Graham Bellimore