Realityquest Novels & Stories

To make the best use out of this opportunity, Chen now wanted to attain as much as he can. "Let's go..." the space behind Qian Daoliu trembled and the group vanished. Chen had set the mission where it will only be completed once he enters his room so he wasn't afraid that his trait can be discovered by others. It could be said that even if Chen could only gain one S-ranked reward back then, he can gain plenty of similar items from Spirit Hall in time. The title of being the holy land of Spirit Masters wasn't just for a show!

my voice quavered. Janus exhaled, leaning against the back of the chair again. “There is no reality.” I looked at Janus, confused. “What do you mean?” “My dead family is a reality for me, but not for others. They don’t see them, they don’t hear them. Meanwhile, your dreams, your nightmares are a dimensional reality for you, but not for me. Because I don’t see or hear them. So, what exactly is the reality? This world? This society? What if you are dead and this world you see is an illusion your mind has created to make you feel as if you are alive?”

I turned to Jenny. “Beep. Boop.” She grinned at me. “Really? You had to get my hopes up just so you could watch them crash and burn?” “The crash and burn is the best part,” she said. Girls are cruel. “I asked Maurice why you keep doing that, and he said you think this might be some kind of virtual reality game.” “It’s possible.” “I don’t think so. I’ve tried Oculus Rift and I can tell you, it isn’t like this. It’s shit.”

"How silly you still are, Ezekiel. You despise me, that's alright, but I wonder if you really do have a heart." The place they were then was a vast, deep and mysterious forest named Anceps. There was a tiny fountain surrounded by rugged-top hills a mile away from them, its gentle but powerful sound of water falling could be heard clearly. So many creatures, so many undiscovered facts, so many myths were still hidden in that forest, they wouldn't even know if something was closely watching them. Moriah looked away from her. He hated it when she called him by his real name. Hadassah sighed subconsciously and smugly placed her lower body on the ground, but never taking her eyes off him. She unt

"I can't do this without him." "Yes, you can. You have been." Mira appeared. "The fourteenth reality is unstable. We need to move. Now." We entered the fourteenth reality. Beautiful. Pristine. Perfect. And completely artificial. "Welcome," a man materialized. "I'm the Administrator. I run this reality. Control it. And I'd like to hire you to help me perfect bonds. Make them controllable. Predictable. Safe." "That's not how bonds work. They're messy. Unpredictable. That's what makes them real."

POV DARLENE The transition from the Mirror-Queen’s cold ransom was not a movement through space, but a Total Narrative Eviction. As the clinical diamond and the fading indigo runes of the Paternal Audit dissolved into the white-hot static of the Loom, the "Mercy" didn't just end—it Rendered the Architect. We emerged into the One-Hundred-and-Forty-Seventh Layer of Entropy, a realm that felt like the interior of a massive, hollowed-out star made of Polished Silver and Cyan Circuitry. This was the Chamber of the Jackson Protocol, the primary server of the High Council’s romantic audit, where the "Sovereignty" was no longer being fought for, but Branded by the Man who first Broke it.

“For me as reality’s foundation. Parameters the Architect implanted during evaluation. I’m reading them now and… Mama, they’re terrible.” “What do they say?” I demand. “They say reality is approved for continuation conditionally,” Marcus explains rapidly. “The Architect left code that tests continue automatically. Every century, random consciousness gets selected for authenticity evaluation. If they fail, reality unmakes. It’s perpetual testing without the Architect needing to return.” “Automated judgment,” Anna breathes. “The Architect designed self-testing reality.” “Worse,” Marcus continues. “The code specifies that first century test happens in… three days. Random consciousness selected

"My professors are stuck in the last century. They’re teaching us combustion engine repair. Combustion engines! Meanwhile, I’m in here hacking quantum firewalls. I feel like I’m sitting in kindergarten. I just want to finish the degree so I can get a piece of paper that says I’m smart." "Well," Ren said, standing up. "Tonight, you don't have to be bored. Tonight, we aren't students or sons. We're legends." Ren walked to the mission board. The Admin had posted a new Quest. Unlike the grim, dossier-style contracts of the assassination missions, this one was styled like a high-fantasy raid. The interface was bright, colorful, and pulsed with adventure. QUEST: THE HOARD OF THE CLOCKWORK KING TAR

A series of gold-light symbols appeared around the pupil, scrolling in a language that felt like a localized rewrite of reality. UPGRADE PROTOCOL INITIATED. USER: 'THE COLLECTOR'. TARGET: SECTOR 4 GENESIS. ACTION: PRE-ORDERING THE SEQUEL. A wave of "Premium Reality" expanded from the Eye, passing through the keep and out into the violet-gold mountains. It wasn't a reset, and it wasn't a deletion. It was a "Filter." The world didn't change its shape, but it changed its "Quality." The colors became too vibrant, the edges of the stone too sharp, and the scent of the lilies became an overwhelming, synthetic perfume.

Beyond everything. "Then how? How do we fight?" With truth, the Seeker said. With reality itself. They're trying to enter. To become. But they don't understand reality. Don't understand existence. Don't understand what it means to be. You do. You're connected. You're real. Use that. Use your understanding. Your connection. Your reality against their void. That's weapon. That's answer. That's only way. I tried to understand. Tried to grasp it. "What does that mean? How do I use reality? How do I"