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

Deep within the catacombs of the temple of light, inside a large circular throne room with towering pillars, a group gathered, all of them wearing a glimmering white robe. Yet even with their shining clothing, all of them hid in the shadows of the columns surrounding the place. 


Their murmurs echoing through the halls, yet their figures remained still like statues adoring the entirety of the area. 


In far middle of the room, Beneath the sculpture of the maiden with four wings, holding a staff with three-pointed star was a throne, where an elder with a long white beard sat, sighing as he looked at the person in front of him. 


In the center of the gathering kneeled Altron Seemer, wearing his white armor that shimmered from the ray coming from the gigantic sculpture of the goddess of light. 


“Yes, grand bishop. Our spies have informed me that the king has sent the heroes to the duchy of Brensfield.” 


Chapter 39