I still can’t believe it. We’ve been reincarnated into Lost Chronicles, a game I used to love—and hate.
It’s an RPG fantasy world, known for its intricate mechanics and sprawling story. The main character struggles to uncover the truth about her unique abilities and her parents, journeying through a richly detailed world with countless branching paths. But the charm of the game was overshadowed by its greatest flaw: the endings.
Almost every outcome was a Bad End. No matter how hard players tried, no one ever found the so-called “Good Ending.” Frustrated, players abandoned it, leaving the game to fade into obscurity.
And now… we’re living in it.
At first, I thought this would be a fresh start—a chance to live happily in a new world. But when I realized where we were, dread set in. If this world follows the same rules as the game, it’s destined to end in tragedy.
That’s why I need to change it. The MC of this world must succeed where players once failed. If I can guide her to a different path, maybe—just maybe—we can avoid a Bad End.
But there’s one thing I’ve decided for sure: I won’t let my brother get involved. Gain gave everything for me in our previous life, working himself to the bone so I could chase my dreams. This time, it’s my turn to protect him.
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Memories of the past flooded in, unbidden.
Gain was sprawled on the couch, still in his work uniform. His tie was loosened, and his shirt wrinkled, evidence of yet another exhausting day.
“Hmm… what time is it?” he mumbled groggily, glancing at the clock on the wall. His eyes widened slightly. “I’ve got to get to work.”
I clenched my fists, unable to hold back anymore. “Big bro, stop! You’ve been pulling all-nighters again. You need to rest today!”
Gain sat up, startled by the urgency in my voice. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “Please, big bro…”
He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Ah, that’s cute. You’re worried about me, huh?”
“Of course I am!” I shot back, frustration flaring.
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“You really are the sweetest sister.” He chuckled softly, reaching out to ruffle my hair. “But you don’t need to worry about me, Saya.”
“But—”
“No buts,” he interrupted gently. “It’s true that I’m doing this because I promised our parents. But it makes me happy knowing I can support you while you work toward your dreams.”
I could still see his tired smile as he left for work that day. That’s why, in this life, I’ll work hard to give him the peace he deserves.
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“Hey, Saya, are you listening?” Gain’s voice jolted me back to the present.
“Y-Yes, what is it, big bro?” I stammered, realizing I had been lost in thought.
“You’re not eating your food. Are you okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed.
I glanced down at my plate, noticing I’d barely touched the meal Nun had given us. “O-Of course I am,” I said quickly. “It’s just… the food here is bland.”
“You think so too, huh?” Gain murmured, glancing around the orphanage dining hall. The other children were eating and chatting, their thin frames and tattered clothing painting a grim picture.
“Well, we are in a medieval era,” he said thoughtfully. “Food must be hard to come by, especially in an orphanage like this.”
I blinked at him. “I didn’t know you knew about stuff like this, big bro.”
He chuckled. “Back in our world, I worked as a security guard at a museum. My partner was obsessed with history and wouldn’t stop talking about it.”
“That’s… cool,” I admitted, a small smile tugging at my lips. “How about we explore the orphanage after we eat?”
“Good idea,” he agreed.
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Gain’s POV
As we strolled around the orphanage, I couldn’t help but notice how isolated it was. Nestled on a small hill, the building was surrounded by sparse trees, offering a clear view of the distant town. Despite its charm, the orphanage was struggling.
The number of children far exceeded what the place could support, and there were only a handful of adults managing everything. My chest tightened. I couldn’t let Saya endure such hardship.
My thoughts were interrupted by the noise of children playing nearby. Suddenly, a group of older kids approached us.
“So, you two must be the new kids,” one of them said with a smirk.
Saya and I exchanged glances. “Yeah, we are,” Saya replied cautiously.
“What do you want?” I asked, my tone firm.
The leader, Greg, laughed. “Just giving the new kids a little heads-up.”
Greg raised his hand, and a small sphere of swirling air materialized above his palm. “That’s right,” he sneered. “You should start calling me ‘Boss.’”
My heart raced. Magic? Real magic?
Before I could react, Greg stepped closer, reaching out toward me. But then something strange happened—his magic flickered, sputtered, and vanished. His smug grin turned into a scowl.
“What the…? Why can’t I use magic?!” Greg stammered.
Saya stepped forward, her eyes blazing. “Hey, you!”
Greg turned, but his bravado faltered as several larger, swirling spheres of air formed in Saya’s outstretched hand.
“What the—? You know magic too?!” Greg sputtered, stumbling backward.
Saya glared, her voice sharp. “Let go of my big bro, you piece of trash!”
Greg and his friends scrambled away, leaving Saya standing tall.
Her magic was incredible, but it raised more questions than answers. What else didn’t I know about this world.