Code Name: Ryu

Leagard, Ragnarok, Dwargo, Nirvana, Netherworld, Gigante and Aerlogard. These seven realms host great races, including Dragons, Gods, Giants, Fairies, Demons, and so forth. Leagard, the weakest of the seven realms, more commonly known as the human realm, has a vast amount of mana. It is the second most beautiful of all the realms, falling short only of Nirvana, the realm of the gods. The human realm is home to both humans and magical beasts. At first, these magical beasts would hunt humans for fun. Only after the humans devoted themselves to the Gods were they gifted with magic. The humans used Leagard's high amount of mana to fend off the magical beasts. They were finally at peace. But peace does not last forever. The Demons started wreaking havoc in Leagard. Towns were destroyed, and kingdoms eviscerated. Millions of lives were lost. They stormed to Leagard from the demon realm, Netherworld. The demons partnered with the dwarves from the dwarven realm, Dwargo, and invaded Leagard. T

"Well done. Your form has improved." "Thank you, Father." "Brother," I hear my little sister call out. "Well done in today's practice. You will indeed be a wonderful king one day." Niklaus Borneheimer, next in line to the Borneheimer Kingdom. I have been educated since birth to be a great king. Father calls me a genius and would continuously say that I will surpass him and become the greatest king ever. But I don't care for such accolades. I am in no rush to succeed my father on the throne. What I truly want is to go on an adventure. See the world and traverse the realms. But as long as I am the crown prince, that will not happen. I look at father and notice he seems different today. His usual calm, reserved self is panicked and distracted. "Father. Is something bothering you?" He looks at me surprised and says, "So you noticed. Yes, there is something, but you needn't worry about that. Go on. Your sister seems quite impatient." Louisa is pouting. She is most likely angry at the f

The city is large. Much larger than any city in Ragnarok. We walk towards the northern gates of the city. There is quite a long queue for entry into the city. Everyone in the queue is human, as expected. We walk past the queue and get a lot of protests from furious merchants and civilians who waited for hours in the queue. One of the guards runs from the front of the gate to quell their fury. Louisa shows the guard a small badge. He is quiet for a second then quickly guides us through the gate. "What did you show him," I ask her curiously. "A golden ticket," she says smiling. As we enter through the gate, the bustling city causes me to look around viciously. Everyone seems to be rushing into and out of packed stores and houses are left discarded. The town is like a present with all these decorations hanging everywhere. The guard laughs when he looks at me and says, "It's usually like this, this time of the year. We love being prepared for Tanabata. But I'm sure you know that Tanaba

"It seems Louisa and her pet found the Soul Eaters. Well, now that that problem is sorted I can go on my next mission." I look at the alley behind me, "Or it seems not." I hear the screeching of a cat crawling through the darkness. "Who's there?" I ask hostilely. A cloaked figure appears from the shadows. "Hello there, Callisto. My name is Joker. I came here from a certain organisation with a..." "Kosen." I blast him with a beam of light causing an explosion in the alley, which interrupts him mid-sentence. I turn around to walk away but then he says, "Now, now. Don't be so hasty." What? How did he survive that? "Don't stare at me like that. You'll make me nervous. Anyway, as I was saying. We have a proposition." He's not your ordinary mage. "Fine, I'll hear what you have to say." "Great," he says clapping his hands. "You don't have to worry. What we want is nothing I, impossible. In fact, it's something we can get tonight. What we want is down there," he says pointing downwards.

Grandpa once asked me a question. "What is the most valued asset on the battlefield?" he asked me. My answer to his question was tactics. He shook his head, saying, "You are partially correct. Tactics are also important. However, it's not the answer I was searching for." Oblivious to what the correct answer was, I decided to ask him. He looked at me with his hazel brown eyes and said, "It's numbers. Even the most powerful of gods and omnipotent beings have fallen to numbers. At one time, even I did." The conversation ended there because he does not like speaking about his only loss. But what seems endless are these Soul Eaters. It's as if they keep increasing in number. With all the punching and kicking, I have already adapted to the warm, rotten feeling as my fist touches their slimy skin. As I kill one, another will attack. Some decide to attack us in packs of five or more. They realise their weak constitutions won't allow them to overpower us and decide to attack using number