Dimensional Knights—legendary heroes who uphold order across the infinite realms. Wielding powers beyond comprehension, their purpose is singular and unwavering: to preserve the balance between worlds and defend against the ever-looming threats that seek to plunge them into chaos.

Zane, a boy from Earth—one of the weakest and most forgotten realms—had his world forever changed the day he first witnessed the awe-inspiring power of the Dimensional Knights. In that moment, a dream was born. He wanted to become one of them. A hero. A symbol of strength and salvation.

But fate had other plans.

One tragic event shattered his world and dragged him into a downward spiral from which there was no escape. As the years passed, the dream that once filled him with hope twisted into something far more desperate. Becoming a Dimensional Knight was no longer about admiration or ideals—it became his only path forward. His only way to fight back. His only way to reach those who caused him immense pain and blood.

Now, Zane's journey is not about heroism. It's about vengeance, survival, and rewriting the destiny forced upon him by those who wished for his death.

Unbeknowst to him, this very path he was taking would change the order of the world forever.

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New story :p, probably my best work so far, the most polished and well-written one at least, I have worked on the idea for a long time, and I hope you give it a try, it might be your cup of tea. (PS: No, it's not a revenge story, though it has elements of revenge woven into it. It will be more focused on the path Zane will take, the adventure aspect, and the world around him.)

Elizabeth stood beside Zane, her head bowed, fists clenched tight at her sides. Her lips quivered, teeth biting down hard to keep the tears from spilling. It was all she could do to stop herself from collapsing under the weight of her own disappointment.


'I was so close…' The thought haunted her, gnawed at her like an open wound. 'This was the closest I'd ever come to succeeding… And I failed.'


What made it worse—so much worse—was that Zane had watched. He had seen it all. The stumble, the defeat, the final blow. She could feel the shame pressing on her chest like a boulder. It was far worse than anything she felt in a very long time.


Even lifting her head felt unbearable. She didn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes. She imagined it vividly—his narrowed gaze, his cold disapproval, the silent judgment. Just the thought of it made her want to curl into herself and disappear.


Chapter 72 - Chapter 72 – Combat Class (Part 4)