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Dimensional Warper

Malphathus
The strive for power,the need to stand to stand on top of the world. There wasn't something new for Andrew to which he didn't care that much about. He laid back as he saw Gods, protagonists and villains to fall on this trope. Why wasn't it important to him, because it all classified as Hedonism and Fear to him. The need to strive for power for benefits."Hedonism." and the strive to abstain from death or servitude."Fear." How was any of this important to him now, because that was one of his exploits. It also didn't help that he had unrealistically overpowered "skills" against his opponents. "Every being that has the displeasure of existing falls under the principle of hedonism and fear. Once experiencing it,there is no stopping so regardless of what they do,only one fate awaits them." He mused in his void. "Andrew,come give me a hand." A voice rang making him emerge from his palace and Infront of him was a lady with blood covered all over her along with a dying body next to her feet. The lady gave him a gun to which he coldly looked at the person crawling on the ground. "Shoot, my beloved." *Bang* "Things never change." Andrew muttered beneath his breathe. Also if you aren't a fan of op mc. Do not touch thank you!!!
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Ash and Thorns: The Mirror Chronicles

Once, stories were written to save us — fairytales filled with hope, love, and happy endings. But something ancient crept between the lines. A darkness that watched from behind mirrors. It didn’t want heroes. It wanted order. It wanted control. In a kingdom once ruled by magic and tales, an unseen force rewrote the endings. The Mirror Network — a secret society buried in forgotten history — used enchanted mirrors to twist reality, control identities, and bend entire fates to their will. Every mirror placed in a royal chamber, every whisper that echoed through polished glass, was part of a long experiment: to erase the truth and build a world of obedience. Red never believed in stories. Dressed in her iconic crimson cloak, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, she arrived at the royal palace to escape a past she could barely remember. But fate had other plans. The night she stepped into the ballroom was the night the prince died — murdered before midnight, with Cinderella at the center of the scandal. As the fairytale crumbled, Red found herself caught in a puzzle far deeper than royal betrayal. Her investigation uncovered hidden corridors behind mirrors, a diary filled with erased names, and magic that made her question every version of truth she’d ever known. Cinderella’s charm, she discovered, was a facade — a product of the same curse that bound others before her. The Mirror Network had marked Red too. But unlike the others, Red could see the cracks. Her mind fought back. Her memories flickered like a broken reel, revealing glimpses of stolen children, rewritten love stories, and a mirror that always showed someone else’s reflection. Far beyond the castle walls, in a forgotten thorn-covered palace swallowed by sleep and silence, Aurora opened her eyes. A century had passed, though to her, it felt like moments. She remembered falling asleep, but not why. She remembered her name, but not her face. All that remained was the mirror. It stood untouched by time. Smooth. Cold. Watching. Aurora wandered the ruins of her life, searching for answers in shadows. The curse that once held her was no romantic spell — it was a lock. Her dreams hadn’t been dreams at all, but experiments — visions planted by the Mirror Network to overwrite who she was. Every time she resisted, they erased a little more. But the magic faltered when Red shattered her story. As Aurora unraveled the hidden carvings etched in her tower’s stone walls, she found a name. Red. The girl who broke the pattern. The girl who survived the Network’s web of lies. And in that name, Aurora found the first thread of her own truth. Now, two stories — once separated by time and distance — begin to converge. Red, hunted for what she’s uncovered, and Aurora, haunted by what she’s forgotten, must both confront the same question: who were they before the mirrors rewrote them? The Network is collapsing. The magic they’ve guarded is fracturing. The mirrors are leaking into the world, twisting reality with every reflection. Versions of Red and Aurora — darker, crueler, broken — begin to manifest, born of manipulated memory and fear. Red must return to the place where it all began. Aurora must enter the world she slept through. Both carry fragments of the mirror, and in those shards lies the key to destroying the Network. But nothing comes without sacrifice. The deeper they go, the more truth they see. And the truth is dangerous. The curse was never meant to be broken. It was meant to transform. Only together can they unwrite the story, reclaim their identities, and face the one mirror that has never been shattered — the Mirror of Origin. Because in this world, you don’t defeat monsters by fighting them. You defeat them by remembering who you were before the story began.
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