You wake to blinding light and chanting voices. Stone walls rise around you—ancient, carved with glowing runes. Your body aches as if pulled through a needle's eye.

Before you kneel robed figures, and beyond them, seated upon a golden throne, a king with hollow eyes and a crown too heavy for his brow.

"Rise, Hero," the king intones, his voice echoing through the grand hall. "The prophecy has delivered you to us. The Demon Lord stirs in the north, and Eldrath's hope rests with you."

Guards shift uneasily. A young mage in the corner watches you with sharp, curious eyes. The court holds its breath.

What do you do?

🗡️ Hero: Kneel and swear your oath to protect the realm
😈 Villain: Demand to know what's in it for you before agreeing
🏘️ Citizen: Ask why the kingdom's own soldiers can't handle this
🌾 Villager: Stare blankly and ask if there's any food
✨ Mage: Examine the runes on the walls with fascination
💀 Evil: Declare the prophecy is a lie—you serve no one
🎲 Your Own: Type what you want to do

Isekai: Eight Paths