『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

The moment you're born, you let out a scream of agony and anger; not just because the birthing process hurt like hell, but also due to frustration. You were born as an human male with a pair of white wings on your back. You immediately realized that your purpose in life was to infuse magic into objects.

You took a deep breath and looked around you, finding yourself lying on a cold stone floor inside what appeared to be a laboratory.

The room is littered with various equipment, all of them covered in complicated runes and glowing crystals. A tall, ancient bookcase stands against the far wall, its shelves groaning under the weight of countless dusty tomes on magic and alchemy. In the center of the room is a large table, surrounded by burning braziers and covered in more arcane symbols etched into its surface.

A figure clad in flowing robes stands beside you, looking down at you with a mixture of pride and concern.

As the years passed, you trained tirelessly under the watchful eye of your mentor, mastering the art of infusing magic into objects. You created countless enchanted weapons, armors, and trinkets, each more powerful than the last. Your skill became legendary throughout the land, and people soon began to flock to you for protection against the myriad threats that plagued their lives.

But despite your growing fame and influence, you never forgot your true purpose: to stand against the darkness that lurked within yourself.

On the eve of your tenth birthday, as you sit in meditation beneath the full moon, a sudden surge of power washes over you. Your wings, which had been growing more impressive over time, now seem to glow with an ethereal light, and you feel a newfound connection to the magic that flows through the world around you.

"Now is the time," your mentor says as he enters the room. "You must choose: will you use your power for good, or succumb to the darkness within?" The choice is yours...

The moment you allowed the darkness to take control, your body seemed to change in an instant. Your once pure white wings were now tainted with black feathers, and they stretched out further than before, giving you an even more imposing presence. The glow that had surrounded them before dimmed significantly, replaced by a sinister aura.

Your mentor's horrified expression turned to one of shock and disbelief as he stumbled backwards, falling to his knees in pain.

Your mentor, now weakened from trying to resist your transformation, collapsed onto the cold stone floor. As he gasped for air, his voice grew hoarse with exhaustion. "You must know... that you were not born to be a savior," he managed to choke out between breaths.

"Your true destiny... is far darker than anything you could have ever imagined." He coughed violently before continuing, his voice barely audible. "It was foreseen long ago...

You manage to grab one of your newly forged swords from the laboratory table, infusing it with magic as you leap out of the window, leaving everything behind. The sword carries you far and fast through the air, and before long, the familiar landscape fades away into a distant memory.

Years pass, and you travel far and wide, searching for ways to control your newfound powers and find balance between light and dark.

One day, while wandering through the vast wilderness, you stumble upon an ancient ruin hidden deep within a dense forest. The air around it feels charged with magic, and as you approach, you sense that this place holds great significance in your quest for understanding.

As you step inside the ruins, you feel a chill run down your spine. The air is heavy with centuries of neglect and decay, but there's something else here too: an ancient power that calls to you like a siren song. As you wander deeper into the complex, you finally reach what appears to be the heart of the ruins: a massive chamber dominated by a pedestal at its center.

Upon closer inspection, you notice that there's something strange about the pedestal.

As your fingers brush against the cold, smooth surface of the pedestal, you feel a surge of power course through your body. It's as if the ancient relic is calling to you, demanding that you surrender your magic in exchange for some greater knowledge or power. With a shudder, you comply, pouring all of your energy into the pedestal.

In an instant, the chamber erupts into chaos. The skulls scattered across the floor begin to stir, rising up off the ground with an unnatural, jerky motion. Their empty sockets glowed with an otherworldly green light, and as they turned towards you, you saw the unmistakable signs of malice and hunger.

With a collective roar, the undead horde launched themselves at you, seeking to tear apart the living flesh that dared to awaken their master's resting place. You raised your enchanted sword, ready to defend yourself against this unholy onslaught... [END_OF_DIALOG]

As the skulls closed in on you, you found yourself wishing that your master's training had prepared you better for such a situation. You parried and dodged their attacks with all of your strength, but it was clear that they would not relent until either you or they were destroyed. Desperately, you searched for some way to turn the tide of battle in your favor when suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky outside the ruins...

As if summoned by the power of the storm itself, your transformation was complete. Your muscles swelled and bulged under your skin, and your eyes glowed with an inner light that rivaled the very skulls now attacking you. With a mighty roar, you lashed out at the horde, sending several skulls flying through the air with nothing but the force of your blows. The remaining undead creatures fell back in terror, their malice momentarily forgotten as they cowered from your newfound might.

With a swift flick of your wrist, you unleashed a Kamehameha wave, channeling the immense energy coursing through your veins into a concentrated blast. The resulting explosion sent the undead flying in all directions, their remains reduced to smoldering heaps scattered across the ruined chamber.

As the dust settled, you took to the skies, soaring above the ruins with a sense of exhilaration and power unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. The transformation had granted you abilities beyond your wildest dreams, and you couldn't wait to see what other wonders lay ahead...

For now, however, it was important to tend to the damage that had been done to this ancient site. As you circled above the ruins, you noticed that many of the buildings and structures were on the verge of collapse, their foundations weakened by time and neglect. You knew that if left unchecked, they would only continue to deteriorate, making it impossible for anyone else to discover the secrets hidden within these ancient walls.

You focused your energy once more, channeling it into the rubble and debris scattered across the grounds. With a wave of your hand, you conjured a massive tornado, spinning wildly around you as it lifted the fallen stones and beams into the air. The twisting vortex of destruction swept through the ruins, clearing away the wreckage and restoring the structures to their former glory.

As quickly as it began, your restorative magic faded, leaving behind a sight both awe-inspiring and melancholic. The ancient ruins stood tall once more, bathed in the soft light filtering through the forest canopy above. It felt like a solemn duty fulfilled, but also a bittersweet farewell. A part of you wanted to delve deeper into the mysteries held within these walls, but another urged you onwards - towards the grand unknown that awaited beyond this place.

With one last glance at the restored ruins, you took flight, vanishing into the emerald embrace of the endless forest.

Days turn to weeks and months, as you wander through the lands, honing your skills and learning more about the world around you. You travel far and wide, discovering new places, meeting new people, and experiencing all that life has to offer. Over time, you come to accept that your destiny is not so clear-cut as it once seemed; there are shades of gray between the pure light and utter darkness.