-Did you see that island over there? That’s where the King of the World lives-
Haaah… I’ve spent 25 years on this planet, and honestly, people here are… British. Yes, really. Don’t roll your eyes—you’re part of this story now, so pay attention.
I’m traveling with a group that calls themselves “Heroes.” Cute, right? Don’t be fooled. They’re all humans with personalities more broken than a cheap Wi-Fi connection. And yes, I see you smirking—you like dysfunctional characters, don’t you?
Being a “Hero”? Please. It’s just a job. Back on Earth, we had regular jobs—accountant, delivery driver, engineer. You do your work, get your reward, and that’s it. Yet here, they act like saving the world makes them special. Tell me, why do you keep dreaming of being a hero? Glory? Adventure? Or do you just like imagining your boring life as something epic?
I work as a Healer. Sounds noble, I know. But I once accidentally killed someone who called me a Priest. Priest! As if a holy person would get… excited over a hybrid cat-human. Furry! Real one! Valkyrie! Big-boobed Elf! And yes, all the other ridiculous fantasy clichés—you know who you are, basement dwellers.
And magic? Don’t get me started. Just yesterday, I watched someone use healing magic to fix a sprained bone. And it worked. Can you believe that? Worked! Something my brain could’ve fixed in ten seconds with a simple massage, but nooo… we need sparkles, hand-waving, and chanting. Magic just makes humans more annoying..
Anyway, if you’re expecting me to swoon over magic or some mystical destiny, you can turn of your internet now. I deal in science, logic, and cold, hard facts. Magic? Nope. I leave that nonsense to the plot devices.
First, let me introduce someone you wouldn’t expect me to be friends with—a dandy Grandmaster of Magic. Yes, 120 years old. Flowing beard, elegant robes, the full “I’m wise and mysterious” package. So why are we friends? Brace yourself… it’s because he has a condition that healing magic literally can’t fix: cataracts.
Think about it. A man who can obliterate armies, bend reality, and probably turn me into a frog with a snap… and he can’t even read his own spellbook without squinting like a drunk librarian. Honestly, it’s kind of inspiring in a pathetic sort of way
And over there… sitting in the shadows like he owns the darkness itself, is an Elf. In this world, Elves can live for thousands of years—but for him, only a few decades remain. Whether that terrifies him or gives him some secret thrill… I couldn’t care less.
What’s funny—and also a little unsettling—is that he wasn’t always this quiet. Once, he was the most famous and expensive… let’s call it a “specialist” in certain arts. Long enough to have lived over a millennium, and trust me, experience like that doesn’t vanish with time. Every glance, every lingering smile hints at stories you wouldn’t dare ask about, whispered lessons from centuries of… indulgence. Dark, elegant, and dangerously magnetic—he moves like someone who has known pleasure and pain in ways few mortals can imagine.
And over there… that one? Officially, she’s a Monster Tamer—but I prefer to call her a farmer. Yes, a farmer, because raising creatures that could eat you alive isn’t much different from tending livestock—just with sharper teeth and higher stakes.
She’s also the chef of this party. Fortunately for all of us, she isn’t a vegan—I’d rather not risk kidney stones surviving on spinach while she experiments in the kitchen. And yes… monster meat is delicious. Don’t ask me how she does it, but somehow, the very creatures that could kill you become a feast fit for kings.
Now, about her… I won’t tell you exactly what she looks like
That Guy you ask me?
He is one man party name "Gravewalker" yeah that is a coffin. he is shaman who can control and using gosh, people say he is super crazy tha kill all people from his village to learn forbident spell and gathering gosh from his village to be his army call 10.000 gosh prade
Sekarang lebih dari ratusan orang dan monster berkumpul untuk bersiap dan berperang melawan King Of The World hanya 2 hal yang bisa menyatukan banyak orang seperti untuk memiliki satu tujuan dan rela mengorbankan nyawa mereka, bukan untuk keluarga, bukan untuk mimpi dan bukan untuk kebahagian tapi uang dan musuh bersama, tapi karna mereka hanya menggunakan siver and gold jadi kalian bisa simpulkan sendiri manusia yang ada disini hanya memiliki 1 musuh bersama
