Transmigrated into Fractured Dawn as the Awakened Cinder

[BEING REWRITTEN] He was just playing a game. That’s the last clear memory before the fall—before the screen went black and the silence swallowed him whole. Now he wakes in a dead land. Fractured Dawn, but not the one he knew. No UI. No tutorials. Just a cracked sky, ash in his lungs, and something cold crawling up his spine. No Flame Keeper. No Emberlight. No second chances. Every time he dies, something leaves him—memories, feelings, pieces of who he was. The monsters don’t care. The world doesn’t blink. He learns to survive the only way left: by taking. The dead leave behind power, and when he touches it, it clings to him—burning, changing him. Not into something stronger. Veyla, a Knight of Grace turned exile, says he shouldn’t be here. That this world spits out anything that doesn’t belong. She calls him a crack in the frame. But the world is already broken. Rot is spreading like a sickness. Grace flickers. Madness chews through what’s left of the sky. Everyone’s chasing something, power, memory, escape and he’s caught in the middle. He doesn’t know what brought him here. He just knows one thing: He refuses to die forgotten but to ascend through the ranks and become the scorched king. “I am Riven Ashur. Bound to nothing. Born to no Grace.” “I am the Cinder who should not be. I will be the Lord they cannot name.” If you want to have a discussion about the novel, kindly tap on the discord group link-> https://discord.gg/zMNffw54