TravelingDreamer

My Thoughts on the Difference Between Awakened Beasts and Monsters

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A note from John:

I included it here, but read at your own peril.

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In the labyrinthine complexities that constitut...

2024-04-30 23:00:00 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 7: Medicine to Magic: A Bridge to Becoming a Healer

Driving down the mountain, I thought about what still needed doing. First stop, visiting the Gate—refill mana and practice the two spells I’d bought.

What else?

More ability points. I spent all the points I earned. At this...

Chapter 6: When Pride Hurts More Than Training

The phone buzzed on the table, and I stalled before answering. The lawyer’s name flashed on the screen, a reminder of all the loose ends still needing to be tied up. Finally, I swiped and held the phone close.

“Good afternoon,” he said...

Chapter 5: A Different Perspective

I checked what other Travelers had to say about Earth in the Archive, and the latest entry was hilarious.

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18.4.2016—Traveler Guar Shum

I knew this world would be trouble the minute I touched ...

2024-04-29 20:02:32 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 4: A New Kind of Farmer

I had five stat points, just enough to trade for an ability point. After looking at the endless list of spells and skills, and seeing all the amazing things magic could do, I hoped to find something to bring Sophie back. My eyes ran over the scree...

Chapter 3: OP MC? Me?

It was time to delve into my Profile, or Personal Information, as the system called it. I took a fortifying breath, ready for the new weirdnes, and tapped each line with my mind.

First, there was my name. There was this odd sen...

Chapter 2: Mapping My New Reality

I opened my eyes, yawned, and stretched, enjoying the feeling. A pleasant warmth spread through every cell of my body. A full night’s sleep had finally brought me back to feeling human, and damn, I missed it.

What a strange dream....

Chapter 1: Wait, What?

I trudged through the Black Forest in Germany, hands deep in my pockets. My body was so heavy; my feet dragged, and every step felt like wading through mud. A pounding headache pulsed behind my eyes in waves. I was so tired and drained that my tho...

Prologue

Hello Reader,

My name is John Rue. I’m either 45 or 49 years old—but I’m not sure with the time skips between worlds, and it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Despite growing up in the foster care system in Birmingham, Al...

The Gate Traveler

Synopsis

A Low-Stakes, Cozy, Slice-Of-Life Travelogue Adventure

John, a 37-year-old widower, discovers the extrao...