Chapter 2

The world was attacked by unknown forces and then made dungeons on the lands called Hells. Many adventurers gathered and they later became conquerors of Hell.

As this phenomenon began, many job classes spawned and were incorporated into the later-on called adventurers. They were mysterious existences called Gods. They were given as help to humanity. Their existences were unknown until they declared their presence and the first ones to receive the job classes were later on called the "Pillars".

Only the Pillars were the ones who met these Godly existences. And they, later on, found out that they can pass these powers to the next generations.

Many guilds were established and also an Academy was built. They soon trained the young ones and mastered each other's, job class.

The dungeons spewed out monsters that slaughtered many citizens and villagers. The monsters spread forth like a plague. Also, mankind chose to settle in settlements in the cities with the dungeons appearing from one place to another. Monsters have claimed the lands.

They came to find that the way to close the Hells was to kill the Demons that settled within. They were like bosses to the dungeon and they needed to be eradicated.

Arthas then was born and chose the Conjurer weapon master at an early age. There were many job classes that one can choose from in a lifetime: they were the Strength job class, Agility job class, and, Intelligence job class.

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STRENGTH

Dragon Knight

Monk

Paladin warrior

Barbarian

Death Knight

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AGILITY

Forest Ranger

Rogue assassin

Magic swordsman

Lycanthrope

Chaos Knight

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INTELLIGENCE

Dark Necromancer

Versatile Mage

Druid shaman

Holy Knight

Conjurer

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Time passed and Arthas became a young adult. He met friends that were in different job classes. They trained and began to dominate their peers. Being the best of the best compared to their generation.

They made a team and were later called the "Prodigies". They started dungeon delving and conquered the first Hell. They were sung as heroes at the time.

As time passed, Arthas with his friends conquered many Hells and were on the last battle. He was the Conjurer of the team. His other friends were all specialized in one job class at least.

The last battle was bloody, Arthas and his friends fought and were one by one killed with each Hell that has higher and higher difficulty. Only Lukas and he were left.

With the betrayal of his friend, he would have to repay what they had done. He was given a second chance and he would not waste it.

Arthas then felt that he was sucked into the deep abyss. He saw the light, approaching it and he felt like he saw the end of the tunnel. He then breathed deeply and opened his eyes.

He was surrounded by several kids like him. Kicked to the side and stomped him with their feet.

"Hahaha! Cripple him! Trash must remain as trash forever!" said their leader then kicked him again several times.

They continued to kick and punch him until he blacked out. Waking up in the middle of the road with a bruised and aching body. He coughed and then spat blood. Trying to push himself up to stand up, he groaned.

Looking at the muddy image of a health potion that he hardly earned by doing labor work on the milling station, he slowly crawled towards it. Pushing the milling stone all day and has now bought a health potion for his mother.

Remembering, he grabbed the potion and then ran hastily. Still, every step was painful. He winced and hissed as he did so. He needs to give this to his mother or all will be too late.

His mother was caring and didn't mind all the pain they suffered. With his father's death, his mother was left to work for them to eat.

Even so, they still hungered some days of not eating anything. His mother then went sick and he was forced to work at an early age. Buying her a health potion for her healing.

The day for him to let his mother heal has come and he was excited to let her drink it. Until he was seen by his bullies and was battered black and blue. He hoped that he was not too late.

He passed out for several hours and he hoped that it was not a problem.

He arrived at their dilapidated home which was close to rotting. The roof was detached and was close to stumbling down.

He immediately opened the door and called his mother.

"Mom, I'm home!" he opened the door towards the side, slamming it.

He then entered his mother's room and then, he grabbed his mother's cold hands, "Mom? Mom!"

He grabbed her head and slightly patted her cheek.

"Mom, I brought you a health potion. Please wake up!" his voice was shaky and almost stuttering. His heart raced and was unable to calm down.

It was then, Arthas let her drink the potion. But she was not moving. The health potion was in no effect on an already cold body.

Yes, Arthas knew that she had already passed away. He knew it! But still, Arthas tried even knowing the bitter truth. Or was it even called the truth?

Was he dreaming a nightmare? He asked himself and slapped his cheeks. It was indeed the reality. He can't help but feel pain in his heart. His eyes were welling up with tears as he wanted to stop them from getting wet. He wiped it with his hands but it was not cooperating.

Arthas then felt like his world came crumbling down. His mother who raised him didn't see him in her last moments. It was very saddening for Arthas.

He can only cover her body with a blanket. He sucked his lips and bit them. Tears started to flow out of his eyes. He was too late when he arrived and couldn't do anything about it.

He carried her body outside and dug into the ground. He put her body in the hole and put back the dirt to cover her. He put a cross on her grave and made a silent prayer for the dead.

Arthas can only bury her body. He experienced the same experience and hopelessness the second time around. His eyes then became blurry with the tears covering them up. His heart pained with every beat. His breathing was stuttering and shaky.

"Rest in peace mom," Arthas muttered. His hat on his chest and his hands on his shovel.

"Rest in peace..." was all he could say.