Emeruferuu

April 1st, on the day of celebaration sprouted out a desperation.

The two alternative world, collided with each other, causing to Monster to come in surface.

The day afterwards, was the born of the adventurers and players who played the important role of slaying the Monsters.

However, Kalix was just a transporter. He was a poor lad in his teen, who was forced to work in order to be able to pay the medication bill of his bedridden mother.

One day, a large stone temple rose up from his team usually hunting ground, and after deciding a few votes, they went into the unknown temple.

Only to meet their ends, but before his life was taken away from him in regret. 

A notification has rang into his ears, and before he knew it, he was alive and lively again like nothing ever happened.

He who must fight

A huge amount of blood gushed out, from an abdomen of a young lad, who is fallen into his knees, facing the ground in tremble.


His eyes were tainted in utterly despair.


As the large shadows of crowned kings grew larger and larger, the ground started shaking, loudly.


The lad gritted his teeth in desperation.


Unable to accept the reality unfolding before his eyes, the lad carried a regret looked in his face.


As seconds passed by, the footsteps that were creating an unmeasurably underground shake stopped in front of his trace.


And suddenly, at the silent atmosphere, the giant bloodied statue opened his mouth to speak.


—One was an arrogant one, and the other was a brave one.


Although beside the crowned statue in front of him were another statues crowned in honor, they seemed unmovable at the very moment.


—Say, who do you think died at the both of these?


At these weird question, a killing intent shot forward to the lad, coming from the statue.


He carefully studied the question of the statue before swallowing his saliva in a horrible sight.


Asking him out of nowhere a non-related question, he felt a bit puzzled by the question.


"Is he just teasing me on my last breath!?"


"Or is he just having fun playing with a cornered mouse!?"


As confusion took over his mind. A consecutives horrible thoughts floated up.


But it soon came to halt, as the impatient king couldn't wait any longer.


—I'll give you a 15 seconds to answer.


Even though it was such a simple words created in small sentence. His words alone sent cold, to travel to the lad's very spine.


The lad almost choked himself from the lack of oxygen around his mouth, and started inhaling heavily like a mad man clinging into his life to calm his head.


Even so, at the unbearable sight of him, the count didn't stopped even for a second.


As the count continued to rings into both of his ears in a rather immense pressure, his eyes started fading out, almost as if his strength was being drained.


Before he knew it, the count regressed to the point of "2" and he knew, that he had to answer before the counting come to an end.


But even though he badly wanted to answer, even if it'll be a wrong one or right one which he is curious of an answer. His mouth were like tied with a tape, stoned and couldn't speak a single word.


At the end of the counting, the bloodied statue frowned over him as he patted his forehead in regret.


—Whatta shame, you couldn't even do such a thing, as to sooth my boredom.


And afterwards, the words of his that weren't cold as before, became somewhat cold and sent a pressure to the body of the lad.


At the word of the statue, the other crowned statues grabbed their sword that were hidden into their back, as they ran forward.


The lad could only let out a scream as the blade of the sword got closer to his side, preparing to cut his head.


At that point, his mind became entirely blank.


And all of the sudden, a notification rang out of his ears.


[Condition Required Has Been Met: Face with no fear against the strong.]


As the blade plucked out his head, a fountain of blood flooded out of his headless body.  


And the perfectly sliced head of his flew into the air, unfolding before his eyes a scenery of the statues leaving him be.


And a visible light, contained of a word saying 'Condition required has been met'.


He suffered so much for the day, and still died.


As he slowly started closing his both sorrowful eyes, everything became dark.


And afterwards, as he opened his eyes again, unfolded a familiar place he had seen almost everyday.


Prolouge