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“Sometimes, it is better to not know.”

Such sayings worked most of the time, especially in the magical world in order to maintain peace.

"It is better to leave mysteries unsolved rather than discovering them recklessly and then suffer miserably. Besides, it is for everyone’s sake," so said the Inquisitor.

However, no matter in what era, world, and situation, the truths will be unveiled no matter how well it is hidden from everyone, even if it takes a millennium to unfold. It shall be, and will be.

As a result, anomalies, wars and battles, swords and sorceries, bloods and tears, rage and sadness, and chaos will surely erect for every truths learnt. Or maybe, would it be the other way around?

Well, who knows? It may not be as simple as you think it is.

This is a story of a young man named Marco Istinggar, whose goal is to seek the Grand Altar, the mighty and most holy site of the ancient times. Within, stores the secret of the world.

Dragonia

What do I hate about this merged world, you ask? That is… 


…The other world has a demon general, perhaps many, while our original world did not have any. 


Marco and his party are surrounded by dozens of monsters. “Haah…” Marco whined. “I was hoping NOT to meet that thing. Turned out this isn’t my lucky day, huh?” 


“Really, now, Marco?” Scias grunted. “Heh, I’m just playing for a fool just now,” 


The moth monster’s chirping sound suddenly transformed into an audible language. Its voice sounded shrill and buzzing, but it is more than enough for simple humans to understand words coming from it. 


“It… it talked?!” said Marco in surprise. “T-That monster… can talk…?” Aily trembled in her speaking. Scias’ eyes sharped more in alert. 


“Don’t address me so lightly, humans. I am not the same as these mindless creatures.” 


“After what happened just now… you’re the entomancer, right?” Marco asked. His stance appeared vigilant. 


Mothrui the Entomancer