Adam's eyes fluttered open, greeted by blinding sunlight filtering through the lush foliage. Groggily, he raised a hand to shield his face. Confusion swirled as he assessed his surroundings.How... how am I alive?Memories of the truck's impact still lingered, yet Adam felt no pain. He tentatively explored his body, finding himself intact. He could remember very well how his friends had betrayed him. They set him up, got him so drunk, which was suspicious, he never drank above his limit, which means they must have drugged his glass, and when he wasn't himself anymore, they took him outside in the guise of helping him get home, then they pushed him into the speeding truck. Totally unforgivable… But why was he still alive then?With a deep breath, Adam sat up, hands splayed on the damp earth. The ground's cool moisture seeped into his skin. Towering trees surrounded him, their trunks robust, leaves rustling softly.As Adam stood, a startling realization hit him.. He was taller, signific

Eryndor knew that sparing Lyrien will bring him more troubles in future, but he could not bring himself to kill a family member of the former Eryndor."Well, if he comes looking for trouble again, I won't mind sending him on his way to goddess Gaia." Eryndor muttered. He recalled the system. Now he has a system, his life in this new world will be smooth sailing."Hey, Two-face, mind showing me my stats?""Ding! As Host wishes.""Ding!STAT (System for Transfer and Analysis of Tactical data):Host: Eryndor ThorneRace: Half-ElfAge: 250Status: HealthyAttributes:Strength: 30Intelligence: 55Agility: 40Vitality: 50Endurance: 35Charisma: 60Combat stats:Attack power: 60Defense: 85Health points: 100%Mana points: InfiniteAccuracy: 50%Evasion: 50%Performance metrics:Goody or Chaos points: 100Level: 1Skills: NoneGold or currency: 0Kills: 0 killsWin-loss record: 0Goal: None setSystem suggests that Host creates a goal so as to activate the system missions.""A goal huh? Wa

As the sun began to set on the victorious battle, Eryndor and his goblin entourage made their way back to the village, carrying the lifeless bodies of the orcs. The goblins chattered excitedly among themselves, their eyes gleaming with pride and accomplishment. The spoils of war would provide them with a much-needed feast, and Eryndor knew that this would boost morale and bring the tribe closer together.Upon arriving at the village, Eryndor gathered the goblins around him. "Today, we proved our strength and resilience," he declared, his voice echoing through the ruined village. "But our work is far from over. We must rebuild and ensure our village is secure and prosperous."Eryndor's gaze fell upon Grimp, the battle-scarred goblin who had fought bravely alongside him. "Grimp, your loyalty and bravery have earned you a place by my side. From this day forward, you will serve as my second-in-command."Grimp's eyes widened in surprise, and he nodded solemnly, accepting the responsibility

As Eryndor and his goblins fled back into the darkness, the surviving elf guards made their way to the Heartwood Palace. Exhausted and wounded, they sought out the Grand Elder and Lyrien to share the tale of the brutal attack.Upon arriving, the guards recounted the events of the battle, telling of the unexpected ambush and the devastating loss of life. They spoke of Eryndor, revealing that he was the mastermind behind the assault and the one responsible for the mowing of over forty of their comrades.However, the Grand Elder and Lyrien listened to the guards' account with skepticism. They found it hard to believe that Eryndor, a respected member of their community, could be capable of such treachery. The idea that he would lead a band of goblins in a massacre of his own people seemed unthinkable.The Grand Elder's expression remained stern, his eyes narrowing as he considered the guards' words. "You are certain it was Eryndor?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt.Lyrien, too, looke

Eryndor approached the hut, guarded by two goblins who bowed and opened the door for him.Inside, the three humans sat on the floor: Princess Isabella, Lady Commander Adara, and Sir Edward.Eryndor's gaze settled on them. "What brought you to the Dark Forest?"Lady Commander Adara's eyes flashed defiance. "We demand release. You have no right to hold us prisoner."Eryndor frowned, his expression stern. "Release you? Be thankful I didn't have you executed for trespassing into my clan and killing two of my men."Sir Edward's face paled, while Princess Isabella's eyes widened in fear.Lady Commander Adara's jaw clenched. "We were on a mission to retrieve a rare herb. We didn't mean to trespass."Eryndor's interest piqued. "A rare herb? Which one?"The humans exchanged uneasy glances.Lady Commander Adara hesitated before speaking. "Dragon's Breath. Rumored to grow only in these woods."Eryndor's eyes narrowed. "What's your true purpose for this herb?"The humans' silence was palpable.Er