Redrift

Varcel Denion, the Re-drift of his reality.

What occurred at his death was a phenomenon that shook the stars.

Harbored in an inferior realm, an anomaly was forged by none other than Varcel himself...

He was the type of earthling who would point at a blank wall, laugh, all while having a full conversation with what looked to be nothing.

Nothing? Sure, but in Varcel's eyes, there was a wise sage offering knowledge like nobody before. To him, from his reality, he was a timeless cultivator who had lived for eons.

His hallucinations were almost never this bright, though.

Unknown beings who'd he never met would roam his vicinity, peering through windows, staring through a crevice. A closet, a door, anywhere.

The list of such encounters seemed completely, utterly endless.

Like many things, this was his constant existence.

Another thing he hates?

His delusions....


reality morphs with a trickster whose aim is to make you and your entire world collapse. They smile, they win. You can choose how to react, but in the end, you lose.

Clawing at his very subconscious, he could not trust himself.

Reality for him, morphs with a trickster whose aim is to make you and your entire world collapse. They smile, they win. You can choose how to react, but in the end, you lose.

"What's my purpose?"

"Searching for a purpose."

He saw many things.

Monsters like you've never perceived, voices like you've never heard...

This is who Varcel was on Earth... an OCD fanatic turned schizophrenic.

A man who'd been given a shitty hand, but instead of folding, he solemnly gazed at the other competitors, flying his bluff till death.

Like all life, there has to be an end...

In the serene ambiance of Yale University's campus, Varcel met his earthly demise with a bullet piercing his forehead. Falling, he had died under that starlit sky...

Other than having a bit of a higher "third eye," he was...

Strangely inviting of death with a large smile adorning his face, that was... also faceplanted in blood, distant... and hopelessness.

As his "final..." breaths escaped him, along with others, one thought prevailed:

'I will not die...'

Lucky for our gloomy protagonist, he had reincarnated into a fantasy world where magic and swords reign over technology. As for its name, for a while... it lied in dark obscurity.

The Bizzare Universe, dubbed by its inhabitance as... Red-rift.


As Varcel wandered through this unfamiliar world, he suddenly grasped a thrilling truth: he still inhabited his earthly form, with his familiar features unchanged. Yet, he couldn't be on Earth; he had already passed away there. This realization sparked within him the notion of transitioning into another reality, where magic could be more than just a fantasy.

That thought turned out to be somewhat correct.

More importantly... A shocking miracle was revealed.

Varcel wasn't schizophrenic anymore.

Rivers of tears flooded the grasses.

This is the mystical story of a being who was not suited for his initial world, and now, ventures into the realms where anything is possible.

He was a...

Man turned metaphorical alien.