Just ahead of the Capital's gate, towards the Master's Residence where they had just passed through, few guards surrounded this area, something which wasn't the same as when they first got through this path.Gap did the talking, and the guards expressed both dissatisfaction in something which spelled Doom.Valtor had one say, "We heard that a Gate's core wasn't shattered in the Southern Kingdom, and rumours had it, some Corruptors had escaped the barrier into our world.."Another added, "Luckily, it's a Normal-Risk Gate, so the threat level isn't as high as a Moderate-Risk Gate, and although the Southern Kingdom had stationed some of their ranks around whatsoever... The Corruptors might have spread across the kingdom..."Gap nodded, "And is that the reason for the stations?""Yes High GrandMaster," The previous guard who spoke first, again, added, "There are words that the Corruptors might move towards the Capital, so the General had stationed some of us around the entrance of the Gat

SUMMARY OF ALL WHAT HAD HAPPENED: After Valtor's Grandfather, Burnwood had died, following the incident with the First Monarch, Thalor, Valtor moves to the Capital with a Divine Blob, named Blobby, to meet with Master Gap, a High GrandMaster, under the Category of a combat Ni-user ability. He learns more about himself (although half and not fully truly.), being the Fifth Monarch, key to the The release of a full calamity and also the other Monarchs and how this affects the prediction of Chaos resurrecting. From this pace, he makes decision which leads him into discovering what actually is happening with these Gates opening, and encountered one, which called for an adventure. Knowing the knowledge of the Gate, and making friends with the Miners, he venture farther from the Safety Zone, understanding everything regarding the Gate's true World after meeting with the last goddess who gave him her blessings before dying off. After which, he met with the Raid Team members, saved th

That SAME TIME.In the far edge of the Southern Kingdom, where the land was warm and the air felt soft, there was a quiet village called Marrowplain. It wasn’t a rich village, but the people were happy. The sun rose clean this morning, kids played in the brown fields, and traders carried fresh fruits and shiny items through the market.Farmers laughed as they worked. Water ran freely through small streams. The village wasn’t big, but it was full of life. A peaceful place.Near the center, an old bell stood high on wooden poles. It was only rung when there was danger—but it hadn’t been rung in years.Little did they know... danger was already moving.Far past the trees, near the edge of the Dry Hills, the wind grew strange. No birds chirped. No leaves moved. Just silence.Then something stepped out of the shadows.It had bones. But not clean ones. These bones were burnt black, some glowing purple from inside. Long arms. Long claws. Darkness wrapped around them like smoke. Their eyes?

As they neared the Royal Palace, the guards at the outer gates opened them without a word. Everyone already knew they were coming.The palace stood tall at the heart of the city.Stone walls as wide as towers. Thick metal doors that groaned as they opened. Guards in full armor standing like statues, holding long silver spears.The banners of the Southern Kingdom—gold lions on a black field—fluttered in the morning wind.Gap stepped off his horse first. Then Aulus.They walked together, their boots echoing on the stone floor. Every step sounded like a drum in the silence of the palace halls.Although old and wrinkled, the Guards knew that these Men were not ordinary old men, but High GrandMasters. They excluded an aura of Respect.High respect and as well as An Aura enough to make those around, stand firm and strong.Immediately they walked towards the main Gate to the Hall, a Man, with a crooked shape, more of a Scoliosis postural defect stepped out, "High GrandMaster Gap and Aulus, I

The Techno-Magic Lab was not really magic. Not the kind with wands or smoke or potions bubbling in glass jars. Nah. This place was more like a big, old garage that had turned into a workshop where tech dreams came to life.The air inside smelled of metal and oil. That sharp, kinda burnt smell that sticks to your clothes if you stay too long. The light buzzed above, yellow and flickering, like it was tired too. Shelves lined the walls, all messy—full of small containers and open boxes. Nuts, bolts, tiny wires coiled up like snakes, metal scraps, broken screens, copper pipes, torn leather straps, springs, gears, screwdrivers, pliers... all just piled like Mr Ken himself didn’t believe in order. Some things still had labels on them, but most of the ink had faded or got smudged with grease.Valtor stepped in slow, eyes scanning. No alarms, no locks, just the quiet hum of machines that were still running. Somewhere in the corner, an engine purred softly, like a cat waiting to be fed. The r