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Worldbound of Maidens

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WSA 2025 ENTRY Edward Hodgson, is just a 32-year-old man who always leads an ordinary life, living in a Central American country that isn't very developed and where jobs are extremely scarce. Although he had saved up a lot of money from his previous jobs to last at least two years, he needed a distraction. He left his small apartment in search of new cables for his PS2. But on a day that seemed so normal to him, everything changed when he walked into a secondhand store. Among the abandoned objects, a Victorian handheld mirror caught his eye. Its design was simple but intriguing: made of shiny silver, with tiny, indecipherable runes engraved on the back of the handle. Although he hadn't planned to buy it, a familiar feeling compelled him to take it with him. That night, after arriving late due to traffic, Edward heated up some leftovers from his lunch. He took a shower to wash off the dust from a construction site that the wind had thrown his way, and connected the sound cables from his PS2 to the TV. Before turning it on, a beautiful, serene melody—similar to the soundtrack of a video game he vaguely remembered—echoed through the room. He turned to the bed, where he'd left the mirror. As he approached, it began to glow with a white glow that gradually intensified. Taking it in his right hand, he muttered, "What the Fuc-" before a blinding flash flooded the room. The white light enveloped everything, blurring the contours of the room until only the silhouette of the mirror remained above the bed. As the light faded, Edward appeared out of thin air in a vast valley. Upon inspecting his body, he discovered that his left arm was covered in a black gauntlet with gold and white details, and on the wrist of the artifact, a glowing red gem. With no other choice, he walked until he reached a village that combined medieval, Victorian, and futuristic styles. The gauntlet reacted as he crossed the village entrance: the gem emitted a red flash, and a holographic interface appeared in front of Edward, displaying a map of the village area. Before he could understand it, a robotic female voice echoed from the artifact: "Welcome to Mibeibia Summoner." Edward was startled and shouted, "What the fuck?!" #isekai #future
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