Time Cursed Knight

In 2097, humanity discovered Mana, and the world lost its mind.

Arcane academies, spelltech cities, enchanted weaponry… magic became ordinary, a part of daily life. But that blessing tore open portals across the globe. At first, the elves, dragons, and orcs who stepped through were welcomed as refugees, survivors fleeing ruined realities.

It took time, until the truth came out. They weren’t running. They were invading.

They took everything. Piece by piece, our world fell. Now all that’s left of humanity is a sliver of land, clinging to the edge of a shattered continent.

That’s the world I woke up in after my first death.

Fire. Blades. Arrows. None of it kills me, not for long. Every death drags me back to the beginning of the day. Every loop forces me to train harder, learn faster, and outthink a world designed to erase me.

Some call this power a gift. To me, it’s a curse, but curses can be shaped into weapons.

I’ll keep going. I’ll keep growing. I’ll break this loop. I’ll take back our world. I will find a way home.