You were the best. The undisputed champion of Mythos Verge Online. Level 160. Maxed stats. All achievements. Every raid boss soloed, every legendary item owned, every secret uncovered. In a world of millions of players, you stood alone at the peak.

For years, the game was your world—an escape, a proving ground, a second home. Friends came and went, guilds rose and fell, but you remained. The last true master in a fading digital realm. Most had moved on. You stayed behind. Not out of addiction—but out of love, out of pride, and because deep down, something told you it wasn’t over yet.

And then, without warning, it happened.

A final login. A strange patch note with no official announcement. A blinding flash on your screen. A heartbeat louder than your own. And then... silence.

When your eyes open, the air feels real. The sky overhead is not the skybox you knew. The wind tugs at your hair, cool and sharp like mountain mist. The distant forests sway. The stone beneath your feet is rough, warm with the sun. The HUD flickers once… then vanishes. No menus. No logout button. You’re no longer playing the game. You’re in it.

Your body moves with unnatural ease. Strength surges with each breath. The ground feels light beneath you. Everything about you is you—yet it isn't. Your memories remain, but they sit uneasily beside instincts and knowledge that were once stats and skills. Now they feel natural. Lived. Real.

You look out across the horizon. Towns you once visited are now bustling with life. Creatures you once farmed for loot now move with purpose. The NPCs no longer follow loops—they speak, they feel. The world you once knew as numbers and code now pulses with breath and blood.