The sound was faint at first. A soft beeping, steady and rhythmic. Then ca the cold. The scent of antiseptic filled his lungs, and sothing stiff tugged at the inside of his elbow. A needle?
Evon Wang’s eyes shot open.
Bright lights blinded him. His breath hitched. He sat up sharply.
"Where... where am I?"
The room was stark white, polished chro rails along the bed, monitors beeping steadily beside him. Outside the thick glass wall, he saw flying cars streaking across a cloudless sky. Skyscrapers pierced the heavens like tallic thorns. Shenzhen... but this wasn’t the sa city he rembered.
A nurse scread and dropped the clipboard in her hand. "Doctor! He’s awake! Patient 0117 is awake!"
Heavy footsteps thundered into the room monts later.
Doctors and nurses rushed in, staring at him as though he were a ghost.
Evon blinked, throat dry. "Where... where is Lyria? Naia? Sythara? Veyra? Yena?! Where the hell am I?!"
A middle-aged man in a white coat stepped forward, carefully but firmly. "Please, Mr. Wang. Calm down. You’ve been in a coma for a long ti. You’re in Shenzhen Central Restoration Facility."
"Restoration facility? What—what do you an coma?" His voice cracked, his whole body trembling. "I died in a plane crash... I rember flas... screams... then..."
He clutched his chest.
**But the faces.**
Lyria, with her blazing red hair and crimson gaze. Naia, gentle and cool as the ocean. Sythara, proud and mighty. Veyra’s cyber gaze. Yena’s divine smile.
He rembered all of them.
He rembered *love*.
He rembered **a world without n.**
But it was fading like mist.
"This doesn’t make sense!" he shouted, voice raw. "Where did they go?! Why am I here?! I—I was with them! I died! I transmigrated! They were real—!"
Suddenly, the doctor placed a trembling hand on his shoulder.
"Mr. Wang, the date is July 19th, 3007."
Evon froze.
Silence.
He stared blankly at the doctor. "That’s... impossible."
"You were involved in the infamous Flight 311 crash of 2025. One of the few survivors. But you were in a vegetative coma for nearly a thousand years. You never aged. Suspended animation. Your body adapted."
Evon’s lips parted, but no words ca.
3007.
He glanced at the window again.
Flying transports. Vertical gardens scaling entire towers. Massive digital billboards shaped like dragons and neon wolves.
This... wasn’t just the future. It was a different world.
"But... that can’t be true..." he whispered. "That world was real. I felt everything. I saw their tears. I saw Naia awaken her power. Sythara—she turned into a divine dragon. Lyria... she reached stage eleven—!"
The beeping of his heart monitor spiked.
Suddenly, the door opened again.
And a woman rushed in, long black hair streaked with silver, her eyes wide with disbelief. Behind her ca a tall, muscular man in a futuristic armor vest. His eyes matched hers: deep and tired, but fierce.
The woman burst into sobs the mont she saw him.
"My baby... Evon..."
Evon blinked.
"...Mom?"
Jessica Wang collapsed onto him, hugging him tightly, trembling. She wept openly, her face buried into his hospital gown. Shen Wang approached slowly, his hands shaking.
"You’re awake," Shen said, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You’re finally awake, son."
Evon didn’t know what to feel. The last ti he’d seen his parents, they were blurry mories from a ti before he died. Or... he thought he had.
His body responded before his mind did. He clutched his mother back tightly, his fingers digging into her back, as if afraid she’d vanish like a dream.
Jessica cupped his face, tears running down her cheeks. "You’ve been asleep for so long... we thought we lost you forever..."
"I... I don’t understand..." Evon’s voice cracked. "I... I was sowhere else. I lived a different life. I t people. I... I loved them. I died—"
"You didn’t die," Shen said with quiet grief. "Your body was found in the wreckage. You should’ve died. But sohow, you didn’t. You were... preserved."
Jessica added, "So call it divine intervention. Others called it fate. But your body kept breathing. Your heart kept beating."
Evon sank into the pillows, breathing hard.
Was it a dream?
No. No, it couldn’t be.
He rembered Lyria’s heat. Naia’s embrace. Sythara’s wings. Their powers. Their tears. Their kisses.
He could still feel them.
And yet...
He was here. In a hospital bed. In the year 3007.
"What... happened to the world?" he asked finally.
Jessica wiped her eyes and sat beside him, her hand clutched tightly in his.
"A lot changed. In the year of 2050, gates began appearing—rips in space. Monsters ca through. Dungeons ford. People awakened powers. Your father and I... we’re B-rank Hunters now."
Evon stared.
"Hunters...?"
Shen nodded. "The world changed, Evon. Magic, monsters, dungeons—it’s all real now. Civilization adapted. Governnts ford alliances. People now train in academies to protect cities."
"We’ve been fighting all these years," Jessica said softly. "To keep humanity alive. To keep this world from collapsing."
Evon rubbed his eyes. "This is too much..."
"I know," his mother whispered.
His mind raced.
The world had changed... no, **shifted**. But what about the one he left behind?
Was it real?
Was it another dinsion?
A dream given life?
Or... was it still out there, beyond ti?
He leaned forward, clutching his head. "But I saw her. I saw all of them. Lyria... she was so close to ascending... and Naia, she kissed under the moonlight..."
Shen looked at Jessica.
They had heard him murmur those nas while in the coma. Thousands of tis.
"...Evon," Jessica said gently. "While you were unconscious, you kept whispering about them. Lyria. Naia. Sythara. We heard those nas countless tis. Even when you were just barely breathing."
His eyes widened.
So it *wasn’t* just in his mind.
"They were... more than dreams," he murmured.
Then, suddenly, a sharp pain burst in his chest.
"Urgh—!"
His body tensed. The machines beside him whined.
"Evon!" Jessica cried.
But the pain wasn’t physical—it was *longing*.
His eyes flashed silver.
The **Eyes of Fate**.
For a brief mont, he saw **sothing**.
A vast sky. Cracked lands. A broken fortress.
And five beautiful won—**crying out his na**.
"Evon..."
"Evon..."
"Co back to us..."
The vision snapped away.
His heart pounded wildly.
"...They’re still out there," he whispered.
Jessica and Shen looked at each other, confused.
But Evon gritted his teeth, a faint glow of divine power shimring in his pupils.
"They need ."
"Who?" Shen asked.
"...My lovers," Evon said, his voice trembling but sure. "They’re waiting for . Sowhere beyond this world. I *have* to return."
Jessica placed a hand on his cheek. "We just got you back..."
Evon took her hand and kissed it gently. "And I promise I’ll never forget you. But sothing’s not right. I wasn’t supposed to wake up here. I think... this is only the beginning."
Outside the window, the sun dipped low over Shenzhen’s neon skyline.
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....Season 2 Begins....
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