24 Hearts - Chapter 3

The story follows Matt, a young man planning to delve the rifts responsible for the monsters that destroyed his city and killed his parents. His dreams are crushed when his Tier 1 Talent is rated as detrimental, and no guild or group will take him.Working at a nearby inn, he meets a mysterious and powerful couple. They give him a chance to join The Path of Ascension, an empire wide race to ascend the Tiers and become living legends.With their recommendation and a stolen skill, Matt begins his journey to the peak of power.

Using the brain as an Axis to process large amounts of data, an Advance Computer was made that is faster, accurate and more efficient than Quantum Computers.The only downside was it consumed an infinite amount of energy within a short period of time and also make the human brain stop functioning after prolonged use.Nevertheless, when a looming threat of destruction encroached on Earth for the second time due to excessive Energy emitted by Beta Asteroid Core, humanity decided to use the Advance Computer to siphon away the excess Energy!And the fastest way to do that was to make a VR MMORPG Cabin that will allow billions of people to dive in and make use of the Energy.****Seth was born with a very low body constitution that made him almost a cripple due to his body getting stressed very fast from any extended physical activity.He escaped reality by gaming and when he met with an accident he stopped gaming. But when the ultimate game was out, Asteroid Online, Seth was asked to dive again.Sadly, he found an exact replica of his real-life body in the game. At first, he detested it, but on that first day, Seth was intrigued by the game and wished to explore more.To his utter shock, when he raised his Skills to Talent in the game, his real-life skill also improved.A series of other unexplainable events keep happening to him which steel his resolve to crack the game mystery.

A couple of words from the author: after chapter 3, the writing style changes; don’t be afraid of the first two chapters, because I really screwed up there when I wrote this.This is the story of a guy who met God and was sent to another world at will by acting according to his choice. There is no mention of training for yourself or overcoming challenges. The main character is strong from the start, and this is a light-hearted story without the darkness, betrayal and other complications often found in any work. I came up with the story myself and then corrected and translated it using ChatGPT. English is not my native language, so please forgive any mistakes.I'll write this right away for the stupid potatoes who will read this. This is literally my first experience in writing history and something similar. Before this, I only wrote diploma papers and term papers, not counting filling out documents at work, so I apologize in advance if something does not suit you. Enjoy reading!First Arc: DanMachiSecond Arc: Cyberpunk: EdgerunnersThird Arc: Record of Ragnarok

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”