Clifford Ortis just wanted to survive every waking moment of his life, having a menial job at a company, working eight hours a day. All he wanted was to make it through the day. He was content, happy, and satisfied with his everyday routine, enjoying what little he could.

But things made a turn when he gets accidentally thrust into a fantasy world, away from his home and normal life. The worst part, he was not supposed to be transported there, for some reason none of the deities who’m summoned the others could explain this. Not wanting to be bothered by this issue, the so-called guardians discarded him like trash.

With no way home and stuck in an unknown world, the place causes the darkest and vilest side he’d been suppressing to come out, as he tries to survive into the world of magic and monsters.

Defiant corruptor of the otherworld

Every single body that was engulfed by Hallor’s light fell to the ground. All of them turned pitch black, hardened, and steaming after the youngster’s skill burst. 


But it didn’t take long before the burned skin of the creatures cracked, as they twitch and twisted out of their broken flesh. 


The two men above the mansion couldn’t help frowning, gaping in shock that the creatures remained unscathed, even after the Hallor’s attack. What’s worse, it seems that took a lot on the youngster. Though Hallor stood gallantly, he now gasp for air. 


“Sir Clifford, what should we do?” 


Galford turned to him, noticing the lad’s predicament. 


The skill the young-man used was something he recently received from Clifford, which would explain his sudden exhaustion from not being familiar with it. 


Chapter 37