Outworlders

The sun slowly rises again, the faint light made me wake up and see Gris and Noire waking up.

I pet the two and they nuzzled in response. I chuckled on how adorable they are when they needed to.

Now...how will I start my peaceful days?

"Hey, get up! This is huge!"

"This is bigger than the fall of the Red Claw Bandits!"

"Things would get crazy for now on."

I hear the voices outside of the hut and I looked out of the window to see that many villagers are moving around speaking and holding newspapers.

This must be the time where Islero and Andre went in and caused chaos in that fake church. With the help of Emperor Gravius and Emperor Ferdinand wrapping things up, things might be rampant, even more so in Felexin.

Ezo walked into the house and saw me looking out from the window.

"Morning, little guy. " Ezo said, holding the newspaper.

"Morning. Can I read that?" I asked.

"Sure, try not to be an old man too quickly." Ezo chuckled as he returned to the room Tuya is at.

I began reading the contents of the newspaper and this confirms it.

Yep, Arkaon is getting the guillotine and the crisis is averted. Felexin will be in turmoil for a bit, but that's nothing compared the time where Ignyesa emerged. I would rather fight every Elder Dragon at the same time than to fight her.

"Did you also hear that three heroes died?"

"I can't believe Zaneth, of all people become a hero. But despite that, he was-"

"Don't say that name, chances are that thing is still around."

"But the other one was killed by a dragon and another one is killed by...Hellkins."

The few villagers who were talking shuddered from mentioning that race.

"Last week I was in there, I was hearing rumors about three people walking together. They have clothes that is different from Noltia...or anything from anywhere. They look ordinary, but is not at the same time where they came from the castle."

I raised my eyebrow from this statement. Clothes different from this world, ordinary, but not, and coming from the castle.

This must mean that the three people are Outworlders. I skimmed the pages of the newspaper and found nothing about the Outworlders. Not a single word.

This is either a rumor or something that is true, but hidden from view.

In the end, anything can happen in this world. If they're gonna find me, they can forget about it as I have covered bases. I am a little kid who lives in a humble village. A Black Horseman in Valtuz, Mirtis "killing" a hero led by "Cerberus", and Ashley killed two heroes by her hand.

But what if they have been gas lighted into thinking they they are the heroes, feeding them their egos and do anything without consequences? This could be a problem in the future.

However, the system never alerted me yet. Either they're not a threat or they did not come at all.

So, to be sure, I will unlock my Unique Skills every 2 months. Starting now.

{Meanwhile...}

Inside of a room with a window allowing the sun rays shine inside, the room is luxurious with couches made of the fine leather and wood where the four individuals stand.

"So, what's our task, huh?" one of the individuals said.

The first one is wearing a dark blue hoodie with a white t-shirt and black jeans, standing near the window, looking out at the city below.

Another figure walked to the window, wielding a staff that is the same height. The figure wears a bright blue cloak with red and gold trims on it. Inside that hood is a man with black hair with streaks of gray and a long, well-kept gray beard. The staff he wields is tall while at the same height as the old man.

"Six heroes has died in less than a week. The first was a Death Knight, the second and third was from a dragon who can turn into a human assisted by an Oni, and fourth through the sixth is a Hellkin." the old man said.

"So, you brought us here to do your dirty work?" one female voice said.

The female is sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and trimming her nails. She has long blue hair and parts of it pink. She wears a blue crop top and skirt. She blew her long nails as to clear off the dust.

"Yes. You have skills that can give you an edge in and out of battle. Although none of you are not Heroes, but by killing Tyrants, you'll become heroes undoubtedly." said the old man.

"All right! I'm itching for a fight!" The other individual said, slamming his fists together, showing off his excited grin for battle. "I wanna start with the Death Knight to test my stuff."

The third person is wearing a red unbuttoned shirt with a gray tank top underneath, showing his muscular build.

"I would take you there, but one small problem. As the Death Knight evolved, it disappeared. Most likely to where the three-headed beast is located which is also unknown." the old man sighed. "But I can take you where the shape shifting Blue Dragon."

"See, he gets it!" the red shirt man said happily.

"However, it will take a couple days to get there if we fly on the direct route." the old man added.

"Then our target is the shape shifting dragon and the oni." the blue hooded man said.

"For now at least." the old man nodded. He walked onto the carpet and his staff lets out a blue glow. "Gather around."

The three individuals surround the old man closely and he put both his hands on the staff.

*Shween!*

The blue magic circle appeared below the feet of the four and illuminated the room with its blue light, emitting blue specks of light around them.

*Vzoom!*

Sequentially, they vanished in that blue light.