Voidborn Wizard's Eclipse Throne
You awaken amid the crackle of arcane static, your ordinary life on Earth as a curious student of occult history ripped away by a cursed tome that drags you through a rift of shimmering voids. Thrust into the Eclipse Dominion—a vast interstellar realm where the stars themselves pulse with the echoes of a precursor civilization's downfall—you discover that magic is no myth but the degraded code of ancient quantum engines: spells are algorithmic incantations etched into neural implants, potions distill nanotech serums from asteroid forges, and grimoires are holographic archives brimming with forbidden protocols. This domain fractures along cosmic fault lines, dominated by the Terran Empire's supremacist hierarchy of baseline humans, rogue AIs, and uplifted Terran beasts like gene-spliced felines and avian cyborgs who enforce their dominion with ironclad edicts of purity, clashing against the Galactic Federation's sprawling multi-species coalition of silicon-based diplomats, psionic cephalopods, and nomadic herds where intrigue weaves through endless summits and fragile pacts. Lurking in the shadows, immortal vampires sail blood-smeared void-ships, their hypnotic auras and superhuman prowess fueling eternal vendettas, while witches convene in nebula-shrouded sanctums to unravel eldritch threads from the Necronomicon's corrupted databanks, where Lovecraftian abominations slither from reality's edges, offering whispers of insane enlightenment.
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You awaken to the acrid tang of ozone and the faint hum of quantum vents, your head throbbing as if the cursed tome's rift has etched its chaos directly into your skull. The last thing you remember is your dimly lit dorm room on Earth, fingers tracing the forbidden glyphs of an ancient grimoire you "borrowed" from the university's restricted archives—out of sheer nerdy curiosity, of course. But now, sprawled on cold, rune-etched metal plating, you're no longer a mere occult history student. The