The Exodia saga Game
A strange game that appeared out of nowhere, suddenly, without any prior advertisements or funding campaigns.
If it were an ordinary game, it wouldn't be shocking—but this game is classified at a legendary level, far ahead of its time by years.
A massive, overwhelming world.
Races with countless sub-bloodlines.
An endless skill tree, empires, kingdoms, families, and organizations beyond counting, each with detailed backgrounds.
Endless gameplay.
Multiple paths to finish the game.
Graphics so realistic it's absurd.
The company didn't stop at announcing just one part—in a little over a year, they released the second and third parts.
A game that contains everything players love—
action, adventure, and even romance.
Humans,
elf, dwarves, vampires, werewolves, dragons, demons, sea monsters, and intelligent beasts with human-level intellect.
This is Exodia, in short. But if we were to dive into its content? It wouldn't end in just one or two chapters… and Alfred barely even finished the first part.
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In another world, far from planet Earth by distances incomprehensible to humans…
On the Eastern Continent, specifically at its center, lies the Astria Empire. An empire whose history stretches back one hundred thousand years, cycling through prosperity and war. All races live within it, ruled by four families:
The human family, House Valeria.
The elf family, House Rofilyon.
The vampire family, House Drakenhat.
And finally, the werewolf family, House Sisrius.
Within the Astria Empire lies the Arcane Academy,
along with three other academies.
Their origins are mysterious to the general public and to lower-ranking nobles.
Inside Arcane Academy, within the S-rank student dormitories, in one of the rooms, sits a young man who appears to be sixteen years old. Black hair reaching his shoulders, eyes as dark as the night, and somewhat handsome features.
He is Ion—Ion Drakis.
But right now, something about him is strange.
He had lost consciousness earlier that morning during training without any clear reason. He hadn't suffered any serious injury, and the training wasn't even intense enough to make him sweat—let alone cause him to faint. There was no issue with his blood flow or anything of the sort. So after being taken to the nurse, he was returned to his room.
Not long after, a sudden, overwhelming pain struck him without warning.
A pain he had never imagined—let alone experienced. His face turned pale like a sheet of paper, sweat covering his entire body until the bed beneath him was soaked.
He trembled violently from the intensity of it. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. Everything hurt—even his tongue. Every inch of his body screamed with a pain unlike anything he had ever known.
The pain didn't last long—just under ten seconds—then vanished as if it had never existed.
But to Ion, it felt like hours of inhuman torture.
He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
"…What the hell was that…" he muttered, his voice carrying a hint of fear. He truly thought he would die—or lose his mind—if it had lasted any longer.
He quickly examined himself from head to toe, finding nothing that could explain that unbearable pain. His mind tried to process what had happened—but he couldn't understand it at all.
Until—
His eyes widened as a possibility crossed his mind.
He immediately shifted his consciousness inward, toward his inner soul.
His vision changed from the external world to his spiritual sea.
The place was calm as usual—like a white lake, spanning over half a mile in diameter.
He looked upward slightly—
And froze.
A massive crack, as if the sky itself had shattered like glass.
A gigantic fracture, the size of a house, in the dome of his soul—the barrier protecting the core of his being.
He considered the possibility that he had been attacked by some unknown entity.
But his attention was quickly drawn to blue threads—originating from a sphere the size of a house. The threads slowly repaired the cracks.
The sphere floated in the void, sending threads toward the dome—and also toward…
His shattered soul core.
The soul core resembled a small, smooth white crystal.
A part of it was missing,
distorting its perfect shape.
But now—that missing piece was slowly being restored, nearing completion.
Ion felt an indescribable sense of familiarity toward the sphere floating in the void, sending threads to heal his dome and soul core.
A frightening thought crossed his mind—yet it filled him with excitement.
This might be the solution to the problem he had suffered from for years.
He quickly sent his consciousness toward the sphere to examine it.
The moment his consciousness touched it—
The sphere trembled violently.
His spiritual form was hurled across the space, crashing hard into the dome.
"Damn…"
He lost consciousness once again.
…
Less than two hours later, Ion woke up again, feeling needle-like stabs piercing his soul.
But this time, his eyes were filled with complete confusion.
Words slipped from his mouth unconsciously:
"Who am I?"
"Am I Ion Drakis, son of Duke Drakis of the Olivan Kingdom? An aura user who fought barbarians and sea demons, who earned the Medal of Honor from the Union of a Thousand Kingdoms? The one personally invited by the dean to Arcane Academy? The one who surpassed his peers of the new generation?"
Ion began reminding himself of who he was, recalling memories that had passed through him.
Then he said in disbelief:
"Or am I Alfred Nite, a high school student, orphaned, studying every day for entrance exams as if my life depended on it?"
…
"Or am I a consciousness formed from both?"
No…
"No… I am Ion Drakis. I am still Ion Drakis… and Alfred Nite has become a part of me—or perhaps he returned to his original place as memories from another world entirely…"