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I Became the Timekeeper: Juno and the Minutes of her Shattered Deaths

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(WARNING: THIS IS A STORY OF INSANITY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) [Rewinding] In a world where each moment hangs by a thread and every second could be her last, Juno Luminara has discovered a horrifying gift—the ability to manipulate the fabric of time. But what seems like salvation is a double-edged curse, bringing her to her own deaths. Each death is real, leaving her scarred with the knowledge of lives unlived and choices unmade. Only she remembers every brutal ending, every gruesome failure. And with every use of her power, the weight of reality presses harder, like an unseen force that’s waiting to crush her under its clockwork inevitability. The realms teeters on the edge of collapse, threatened by the encroaching Void, a force of pure entropy devouring space, time, and sanity itself. Its monstrous rifts open without warning, twisting streets into nightmares where creatures born from forgotten futures stalk anyone unlucky enough to wander too close. Chosen as the Timekeeper, Juno is forced into a deadly game of survival, where one mistake can spiral into endless loops of despair. But she’s not just running from monsters—there are those who know what she can do, and they will stop at nothing to steal her power, even if it means trapping her in an eternal rewind. As she- [System overload] [REDACTED] [Time Skip Initializing] disappears into realms and timelines. With every use of her ability, Juno inches closer to madness, questioning how many times she can watch herself die before she loses what little humanity she has left. Time is both a lifeline and a labyrinth, and the deeper she goes, the harder it becomes to tell what’s real. As the Void tightens its grip on reality, Juno must untangle the twisted threads of fate, confront enigmatic enemies who bend time as easily as she does, and unlock the secrets of her own existence—before her mind fractures, and she becomes just another forgotten anomaly in the collapsing timeline. Her only weapons are her ingenuity, grit, and a system that responds to her every action but reveals as much danger as it does opportunity. One wrong move can doom an entire future; one right step can rewrite reality itself. Every ally is a potential betrayer. Every enemy hides a clue. And in the end, Juno’s biggest enemy may be time itself. "This timekeeper... How much longer do you think you can run from fate? Do you really believe you can cheat death forever?" [System failing...] [Reality restart commencing] With the fabric of existence unraveling, Juno must decide: will she surrender to inevitability, or break free from the cycle to forge her own future? The clock is ticking. And she’s running out of time.
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