ENTER REALITY: HeroDude Kage
It all started like a regular day. The sun was shining, The flowers were blooming, Kids were playing, Adults were gambling. Nothing new.
It was the same day as always…..Until that happened.
The weather didn’t just change — it shut off.
Like someone flicked the lights of the world. And then the sky cracked open……Beams of pure gold came crashing down as if the gods themselves were firing at us. One by one, each beam found a target. Not random. Not accidental. It was like they were chosen by the attack.
People screamed, ran, grabbed their kids, covered their loved ones. Police, firefighters, even government forces mobilized, but none of them could stop it. Not even the “heroes” of the normal world could change fate.
And yet… the people struck by the beams did not die. Some felt nothing. Some felt better.
Some of them even felt great.
The day went on like nothing happened. But everything was already turning. Because those same people — they became hungry. But not hungry for food…the where hungry for power.
Their desires rotted, then took over. Productivity shot up. Job rates soared. People were “locked in,” working harder, moving faster, striving for something they couldn’t name.
But even that wasn’t enough. These people…They wanted more……They craved more….And then… they gained abilities.
As if they were chosen heroes straight out of a comic book — only they weren’t heroes at all. They used their powers to rob, to steal, to manipulate. They rampaged, doing anything and everything to satisfy the hunger inside them.
But once again, not even that was enough…Until the sky spoke. A voice rang from above — ancient, powerful, cruel:
“People of this reality…
You have been chosen as my toys.”
“You hunger for more than reality can give you.
I can give you what you want.
But you must earn it.”
“Fight each other. To the end.
Become stronger than the myths of your own fantasies.
When only one remains, that survivor will control reality itself.”
And that was all it took.
Chaos ruled.
Battles raged for weeks.
Lives were tossed aside like trash.
Innocent blood soaked the streets.
And those who survived…
They became known as Reality Sorcerers.
The rampage eventually slowed, but never stopped. They were still out there — fighting, destroying, devouring anything that got in their way.
People prayed to every god they knew.
Will this end?
Will peace ever return?
Is there anyone… anyone at all…
coming to save us?
Well…
Maybe there is
