Chrono Arcanium – The Game That Changed Everything
Chrono Arcanium wasn't just a game—it was a phenomenon. Universally loved by both male and female players alike, it offered the ultimate blend of immersive role-playing and high-octane action.
It was also, to put it bluntly, stupidly pretty.
The characters?
Too handsome.
Too beautiful.
Too unrealistic for a bunch of 15-year-old students studying magic and swordsmanship.
And right at the center of it all was the golden boy himself—Raven Arcana, the protagonist of the story.
His plot armor? Thicker than the Earth's crust.
Girls? Falling left and right like leaves in autumn.
But Raven, being the pure-hearted saint he was, only chose one: the radiant heroine, Ana Elrovia.
Ana, the story's main heroine, possessed a holy-element affinity paired with a minor ice affinity. Ever the genius, she fused both to craft a once-in-a-millennium hybrid magic. Yet, even with her brilliance, Raven far outclassed her—a reality dictated by his overwhelming talents: Archmage + Spirit Lord.
But this isn't their story.
In the gaming community, one name stood out like a lighthouse in the fog:
Library_of_Thoughts.
Known as "The Developers' Child" due to his encyclopedic knowledge of Chrono Arcanium, he was the go-to man for obscure mechanics, secret endings, and busted character builds.
But unknown to his adoring fans… he was dying.
"So this is my last day, huh…"
A pale boy with black hair, a gaunt face, and a frail body muttered under his breath.
His final act? A farewell post.
[To all my fans: I hereby announce the retirement of Library_of_Thoughts from gaming.]
As he clicked 'post', he skimmed the comments.
[The king steps down… who will be our guide now?]
[Thank you for the knowledge you shared with us.]
[Salute to the one who gave freely when others hoarded.]
A dry chuckle escaped him.
"I didn't know I was that famous..."
Then came the blood.
CoughCough
Red splatters hit the floor.
Still smiling, he whispered, "Let's play one last time."
[Welcome to Chrono Arcanium. Choose or Customize your Character.]
He hit Customize, fine-tuning what he believed was the perfect build.
[Character Details:]
Name: Owl Viathan
Age: 15
Job: Student
Affinity: Ice / Water / Space
Talents:
• Archmage
• Sword Saint
• The Fool
Flaw: Infernal Core – Your internal body temperature is abnormally high, weakening your physique over time.
He grinned weakly.
"Not bad. Could've been worse… At least I gave myself Ice Affinity."
But as he pressed Enter, his vision blurred.
"So this is how I die, huh… No big warning… Just after I finishe—"
Darkness.
Transmigration.
His eyes fluttered open.
He stood up slowly.
"Huh...? Wasn't I supposed to be dead?"
A quick glance in the mirror confirmed the impossible.
Gray hair.
Haggard face.
Eyes hollow like he hadn't slept in days.
"Isn't this… the character I created?"
Suddenly—
POOF.
A scroll thudded onto the table beside him.
He opened it, expecting nonsense.
He got divine-grade nonsense.
I, the God of Stories and Stupidity, hereby announce that you have transmigrated into your very own character. Yes, I was supposed to send you into "Kevin," but you accidentally created a masterpiece. So I picked Owl Viathan instead. You're welcome.
Also: all of the lore, talents, flaws, and backstories you wrote? Real now. Suck it up.
This isn't a game world. This is Chrono Arcanium. Now go live your overcooked OC life.
Sincerely,
The Author – Sedie
"What kind of lazy god—?"
He shook his head and exhaled.
"So this is my new world, huh…? Might as well try not to die."
And so begins the story of a legend, born from death, gaming obsession, and a god's questionable work ethic.