Above. The gods look down on all beings other than their own kind. Then, as the mightiest, you must enforce the norm and allow the lowest animals to follow, bow, repent, and pray. Because they had endless lives, they were bored doing nothing, and the gods decided to invent entertainment suitable for a deity that monarchizes every world they control. The gods have an eye in every universe; they established this link to facilitate communication and wagering. Gods that crave amusement will go to any length to obtain it. One example is the formation of angels, demon lords, heroes, saints, and monsters to compete for the correct piece to employ. Whoever wins will be fortunate. They LIE. This is a never-ending cycle of battle, life, and death. But all changes when the Ertoverse, a component of the multiverse, gives birth to a solitary man on planet Ert. They refer to him as a miscalculation, a mistake, or a bug, to be precise. The guy they believed was the weakest link turned out to be t

“Fireball!” A ball of flame erupted from Perk's hand. Perk began to recite another magic spell after firing the fireball, “Fireball Brid,” and a little firebird flew and burned her attackers. It's only been fifteen minutes since the brawl began, but they feel like they've been fighting for many hours. There are too many weird monkeys on every side, and they are encircled. “We've killed a dozen of them, but they still—” Malt avoids monkey claws and counterattacks with a little knife, striking the monkey in the heart. Zack killed the beast with a concealed blade, creeping up on May. “Thank you,” May says as she smashes the beast monkey's head. “Focus on what's in front of you, May,” Zack said as he slashed another one. “There are too many of them... It's difficult for me to defend.” Joy pierced the beast's midsection and blasted the other one, who attacked her front with her big shield. “Form a circle formation!” Zack remains in the foreground, Joy is in the rear, guarding May, who is

“So...” Screw flailed the shattered teacup, checking to see whether there was still a love of my life within. Screw drops the teacup and glances at the two ladies in front of him after checking it for any remaining liquid. “What's next?” he asked. [Are you questioning me or them?] The system, too, has no idea what's going on. “Mr. Screw, are five royalties not enough?” May inquires softly. “How about we make it ten royalties, and you can add something if it works for you?” Screw taps his left-pointing finger three times on the table, and the two women swallow as they wait for his response. “What's the catch?” Screw asked again, randomly. Joy clutched her massive shield and sword as she realized something was awry. After that inquiry, his aura instantly altered, and Joy felt a huge weight suddenly crush her. May didn't squint after that question either; she attempted to seem more valiant in front of Screw; even her garments were soiled from the last combat. “Mr. Screw, we are looki

“Is that where the village location is?” she wondered as she noticed a cloud of smoke in the distance. “I need to check it out.” She hurried as fast as she could, but was astonished and bewildered when she noticed her surroundings begin to move backward. A brilliant light arose and was absorbed by her former spot. She suddenly realized she had returned to reality, this time in the gloomy attic. She looked around, retrieved the cursed book, and placed it inside her bag as she slowly regained her calm. With a heavy sigh, she began to stroll down the steps. When she arrived and opened the back door, a cool breeze caressed her skin. “I'm ready,” she said, walking to the main road and approaching the city gate. Her gaze surveyed the city, taking in the grandeur of all the buildings and stores. There is a lot of history behind the people who live here. When they talk about their lives, they make you feel at ease. When she arrived, she noticed a lot of people coming in and out of the city g

A bunch of folks rummaged through some lost grass in the middle of the glaring heat. Others utilized it for medicinal reasons, while others used it as a main meal. It's been weeks since the great village exodus. Many locals became depressed since they didn't know what to do and had lost hope. “If the great chief had not died inside our village, he would have survived and led us; maybe we would have known what to do,” one of the village survivors explained. “We can't do anything; those bandits attack us unexpectedly and without hesitation.” A lady embraces a bundle of grass and inquires, “Why do those bandits attack us? Is it because we agreed to call an adventurer from the guild?” After Screw and the adventurers leave the settlement, everything happens so quickly. They have the impression that someone is following their every move after they leave. They first assumed those were the creatures from outside the hamlet, and they were certain that the adventurers they had recruited would