Journey into madness

[World 305676]

He was just an ordinary student, blending into the background as he navigated the complexities of adolescence. Yet, despite his unassuming nature, he became the target of relentless bullying.

Day after day, the taunts and abuse chipped away at his spirit, leaving him a hollow shell of his former self. His days were filled with fear, and his nights were haunted by nightmares of his tormentors. He yearned for an escape, but there was none.

Years passed, and the advisor finally graduated from high school, but the torment didn't end there. He entered college, hoping for a fresh start, but the scars from his past ran too deep.

The bullying continued, albeit in different forms. His peers mocked him for his awkwardness, his professors dismissed his efforts, and he was constantly reminded of his inadequacy. He became more withdrawn, retreating into the recesses of his mind, where dark thoughts began to fester.

After graduation, he found a job, but it was far from the reprieve he had hoped for. His boss, a cruel and vindictive man, seemed to take pleasure in breaking him down.

The verbal abuse was relentless, the workload unbearable, and the pressure to perform was suffocating. The advisor's sanity began to unravel. He no longer saw himself as a victim; he began to fantasize about retribution.

One fateful day, the opportunity presented itself. His boss, drunk and careless, left himself vulnerable. The advisor's hands trembled as he picked up the heavy object—a paperweight, innocuous in its appearance but deadly in intent. With a single, savage blow, he brought it down on his boss's head. The man crumpled to the floor, blood pooling around him.

The advisor stood over the lifeless body, breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest. And then, something strange happened—he smiled. The weight that had burdened him for so long was gone, replaced by a twisted sense of satisfaction. He felt... free.

As he stared at the corpse, a system prompt appeared before his eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light. It asked him a simple question:

[DO YOU WANT TO SAVE YOUR WORLD?]

[YES][NO]

The advisor blinked, unsure if he was hallucinating. But what did it matter? He had nothing left to lose. He accepted.

The world around him dissolved into darkness, and when he opened his eyes again, he was standing in an endless blue void. All around him were others—hundreds, maybe thousands—each looking as confused and disoriented as he felt. He recognized none of them, and yet some of their appearances were unlike anything he had ever seen. A woman with pointed ears like an elf, a towering blue-skinned giant, a man with the head of a tiger—creatures that belonged in fantasy games, not reality.

As he tried to make sense of his surroundings, a figure in a dark suit appeared before the crowd.

The man exuded an air of authority, his expression cold and unfeeling. Without a word, he raised a hand and snapped his fingers. A man in the crowd's head exploded in a violent burst, spraying blood and brain matter across the void.

The advisor's reaction was unlike the others, who recoiled in horror. Instead, he felt a thrill unlike anything he had ever experienced. His lips curled into a grin, and a low, maniacal laugh bubbled up from his throat. The chaos, the violence, the sheer unpredictability of it all—it was exhilarating. For the first time in his life, he felt truly alive.

"This... is freedom," he whispered to himself, his eyes wide with a newfound zeal. The endless blue void, the strange creatures, the cold-blooded executions—none of it frightened him. Instead, it filled him with a twisted sense of joy.

He was no longer the helpless victim he had been for so long. Here, in this strange new world, he could be whoever he wanted to be. He could be powerful.

When the 1st quest appeared before his eyes, instructing him to find a territory and establish his rule. The advisor didn't hesitate. He set off across the vast open field, his mind already scheming, plotting. As he wandered, he came across an village full of humanoid pig, the inhabitants going about their daily lives, unaware of the monster that had come into their midst.

An evil plan began to form in the advisor's mind. Why bother finding an empty territory when he could simply take what was already there? He could see it now—himself, standing atop a pile of bodies, the village bowing before him in fear and reverence.

He could taste the power, feel it coursing through his veins. And the thought made him laugh, a cold, chilling sound that echoed across the plains.

"This village," he murmured to himself, "will be mine." And with that, he strode toward the village, his heart pounding with anticipation, his mind racing with thoughts of domination and destruction.

The advisor had found his true calling—not as a hero, but as a harbinger of chaos. And he relished every moment of it.

Zoren vs. the Adviser

The clash between Zoren and the adviser raged on, each blow exchanged with deadly precision and intensity. The battlefield around them seemed to shrink, their fight drawing all attention as the two titans of will and power sought to outmaneuver each other. Zoren's eyes were sharp, focused, and filled with a burning resolve, while the adviser's were wild, gleaming with unhinged delight, as if the chaos itself fed his madness.

The adviser twirled his fingers in the air, and dark tendrils of energy lashed out toward Zoren, who deflected them with the Twin-Spike Hammer, his movements swift and calculated. But the adviser was relentless, his maniacal laughter echoing through the air as he conjured another volley of shadowy blasts.

"How long can you keep up, Zoren?" the adviser taunted, his voice dripping with glee. "How long until you break?"

Zoren gritted his teeth, refusing to be drawn into the adviser's twisted games. He lunged forward, the hammer in his hand arcing through the air with devastating force. But the adviser danced back, his body twisting unnaturally as he evaded the strike, his laughter never ceasing.

"Too slow!" the adviser sang out mockingly, his eyes blazing with madness. "You'll have to do better than that!"

As the adviser prepared to launch another attack, a system alert suddenly flashed before Zoren's eyes, stopping him in his tracks.

[Warning!]

[Your City is Being Attacked]

[If Your Village is Completely Destroyed, You Will Die]

Zoren's heart skipped a beat, the words sinking in like a knife. His mind raced, the implications of the alert crashing down on him with terrifying clarity. His people—his home—were under siege. And if they fell, he would die with them.

He spun to face the adviser, fury blazing in his eyes. "Did you do this!?" he demanded, his voice trembling with rage.

The adviser's grin widened, his eyes glinting with wicked amusement. "Ah, so they're already there," he mused, his tone dripping with mock concern. Then, without warning, his expression twisted into one of pure delight, and he threw his head back, cackling maniacally. "Yes, Zoren! Your precious village is being torn apart as we speak! Isn't it wonderful? The despair, the hopelessness—they're all yours to savor!"

Zoren's blood boiled, his grip tightening on the hammer until his knuckles turned white. His vision narrowed, the world around him blurring as his rage took hold. The adviser's words were like fuel to the fire, igniting a fury that roared to life within him.

"I'll make you pay for this!" Zoren roared, his voice echoing with the force of his anger. He charged at the adviser, his hammer swinging with terrifying speed, the air crackling with the power of his strike.

But the adviser was ready. He parried the blow with a wave of dark energy, his laughter ringing out as he was pushed back. "Yes! That's it, Zoren! Show me your anger! Let it consume you!"

Their battle intensified, the air around them crackling with raw energy as they clashed again and again. Zoren's strikes were fierce, driven by the desperation to protect his village, but the adviser seemed to revel in the chaos, his movements erratic yet precise, always staying just out of reach.

"Your fury makes you predictable!" the adviser taunted, dodging another swing of the hammer. "You're so easy to read, Zoren! I can see right through you!"

But Zoren was beyond hearing reason. The thought of his village being destroyed, of his people suffering because of this twisted maniac, was more than he could bear. His attacks grew more relentless, each one fueled by the need to end this madness, to stop the adviser before it was too late.

The adviser, however, continued to laugh, his joy only growing with each passing moment. To him, this was all a game, a delightful dance of death and destruction. And he was winning.

As the fight raged on, the stakes grew ever higher, the tension between the two combatants crackling like a storm about to break.

Zoren knew he couldn't afford to lose—not now, not when everything he cared about was on the line. But the adviser's insanity was a force of nature, chaotic and unpredictable, making every move Zoren made feel like a step closer to the abyss.