It was in the middle of a forest, covered by the lightless veil of the night, when a small encampment could be seen, comprising several small tents and a bigger royal tent.
A few meters away from the encampment, a small group of men wearing medieval costumes could be seen encircling William, who was dressed in a modern school uniform that made him remarkably distinct. "Welcome to our world, hero." The old wizard greeted William with a calm, knowing smile after he had finished casting the spell on him. William simply stood and stared at the wizard for an unknown amount of time, his puzzled expression reflecting his inner turmoil as his mind attempted to process what had just occurred. 'Magic exists in this world? Who would've thought that I would have the opportunity to experience true spell casting once in my miserable life.' William was naturally thrilled — as someone from a world where magic was regarded as nothing more than mere wishes, experiencing it was entirely unexplainable. He even began to imagine himself casting spells, wondering how incredibly cool it would be. "Do you understand what I am saying?" The wizard asked kindly, noting that William had not yet responded to his greeting. "Yeah, I understand." William replied casually with a composed expression on his face. But then, he suddenly realized something, and his face froze — he was able to speak and understand their language! Just a few minutes ago, he had been unable to comprehend a single word uttered by the soldiers as they spoke in undecipherable languages that he had never heard in his life. Yet, shockingly, not only did he understand what the wizard said, but he was also able to respond in their language, moreover, his reply flowed so fluidly that it felt as though he had been speaking it since childhood! 'Just how???' Noticing the visible confusion on William's face, the old wizard smiled softly and then explained the spell he had just cast upon him. "The spell I cast on you is called Glossa Arcanum. With this spell in effect, for as long as you remain in our world, you will be able to understand and speak every language with ease." Once the wizard finished explaining, William nodded his head casually in understanding, maintaining his nonchalant appearance. The soldiers around him stopped discussing after realizing that he could now understand everything they said. They simply stared at him, the wizard, and the king, waiting for their next lines of action. The king, who had been standing silently behind the old wizard, finally smiled and stepped closer to both of them. He stretched out his hand with a welcoming smile on his face. William stared at the outstretched hand for a few seconds before accepting the handshake. "My name is King Julian Muzez, the seventh King of Muzez Kingdom. It is with great honor and pleasure that I welcome you to our world, great hero, the one who would end the misery consuming our world." 'Great hero? The one who would end the misery of the world?' William was pretty taken aback by his title and the weight of the task resting on his shoulders, but he kept his cool and responded calmly. "It is my pleasure too." King Julian smiled brightly. "You might still be confused about everything? The sudden arrival in our world and what I just said, when we get inside my tent, I would explain everything to you." William nodded, he could not deny that he was confused — not only had he been sent into a new world where magic exists, but the system that sent him here now appeared to be unavailable. Thankfully, he wasn't in a dire situation where the system would be his only means of survival, so he quietly accepted the king's invitation. Maybe after the king personally briefed him about the situation, the system would arrive. The gathering scattered after the king's order. William was able to see the encampment not too far away from where they were gathered, thanks to the illumination from the full moon solely hanging in the dark sky. He could tell which tent was the king's from the tent sizes alone. Inside the royal tent, a big round glowing crystal orb hung in the ceiling, providing light and warmth. King Julian's tent was pretty spacious, there was a makeshift wooden bed at a corner and, at the middle, a set of makeshift wooden chairs surrounding a rugged wooden table. King Julian and the wizard could be seen sitting opposite William, briefing him while he listened attentively with a calm expression on his face. "It all began two years ago. Every week, one person vanished without a trace. At first, I paid little heed to the reports—they seemed insignificant compared to the chaos of war, so you can understand my indifference." However, the number of missing persons soon climbed to three per week, and that immediately caught my attention. Back then, I even suspected that the culprit might be the kingdom with whom we had just ended a war. I dispatched my elite spy masters to investigate, yet my suspicions proved unfounded. Then, about two months later, the disappearances surged to five per week—a devastating blow. My people began living in fear, and every day my palace was crowded with voices demanding that I act to stop the kidnappings. And act I did. I enlisted the services of the True Light Wizards. With their help, we dug deeper into the mystery and eventually uncovered the grim truth: an evil cult of dark wizards was behind the abductions. Sadly, even after we learned who was orchestrating the chaos, we found ourselves powerless to intervene. We bolstered security and called on more wizards to probe the case, yet despite our combined efforts, nothing turned out well. Worse still, those scoundrels grew more audacious. They roamed bustling public spaces in broad daylight, ruthlessly slaying anyone who attempted to stop them, and then disappearing with even more victims. Even with the wizards on our side, capturing them seemed impossible. And then it happened — those bastards attacked my palace in broad daylight, slaughtered my guards, and abducted my only son! King Julian gritted his teeth furiously and clenched his fist. "With the hard work of the True Light Wizards, we were able to find their hideout — The Grim Island, an infamous landmark known around the world for how cursed and dangerous it is. No one has ever entered and exited that place." But we had no choice, if we didn't act, those evil people would continue reducing our population till there was no one left. So we set out three days ago.. King Julian's narration was pretty lengthy for William, who wasn't used to such extended conversations. But he bore with it, for he needed to gather as much information as he could from the king in order to complete his mission. King Julian talked about how they had completed three days of the journey and how disastrously it had ended. Many of the soldiers were killed, reducing the population of his army to a few dozens from the original hundred he brought along. He also spoke about how they could not turn back and needed to complete the journey. He spoke about how they had lost hope. How everyone almost gave up. "At that point, we needed a light in our dark path, we needed a hero to turn our impending doom into a miraculous victory and that is when the sacred hero summoning spell came in." The hero summoning spell is a sacred and complex spell among the wizards. One mistake in its activation would open the gate of hell and success would summon a being capable of bringing our victory. The expression on the king's face turned serious, and he spoke in an even more emotional tone. "Please help us conquer the dark island!" As though his final words served as an activation. The familiar beep sound resounded in William's head, and several holographic windows popped up. 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LS: 166 ( The end )
The wind was soft that morning. It carried the smell of grass and dust, a quiet sign that peace had truly returned. William stood on top of a hill that overlooked the small suburb he called home. The golden light of the rising sun stretched across the houses, painting the roofs and fields in a warm glow. For once, there was no smoke, no screams, and no blood. Just the sound of birds singing again after so long. He stood still for a while, watching the world breathe. It was finally over. The long fights, the missions, the endless running from one battlefield to another — everything was done. The people were safe. The demons were gone. The cities were waking up again. He took a deep breath, his chest rising slowly, his heart beating steady and calm. It felt strange. The quiet was unfamiliar, almost too peaceful for someone who had lived so long in chaos. He looked down at his hands. There were still faint scars on them — reminders of every world he had touched, every sou
LS: 165
The crimson storm tore through the sky like a wound that refused to close. Thunder rolled over the mountains, and the air rippled with burning energy that made the skin crawl. William stood before the dark gate of Seredane, the ruins trembling under the weight of what was about to come. Behind him, Lena and Orion steadied their weapons, their faces pale from exhaustion but burning with the same resolve that had carried them this far. The world felt alive—breathing, watching, waiting. The ground cracked beneath their feet as the first blast of dark energy exploded from the storm above. It struck the mountain, throwing debris into the air. Through the raging wind, shapes began to descend—massive silhouettes with wings like torn shadows and eyes that burned a deep, unholy red. The Demon Lords had arrived. There were seven of them, each one a towering presence that bent the very world around them. Their aura was enough to turn stone to dust and make the clouds twist unnaturall
LS: 164
The wind over the Whispering Peaks was sharp and cold. It howled across the cliffs like a ghost that had forgotten how to rest. William, Lena, and Orion moved slowly through the rising mist, their boots crunching against the icy stone. The journey had drained them. The mountain air was thin, and the fog here was not normal—it felt alive, whispering faint voices that tugged at their minds. They had been walking for hours. “Are we close?” Lena asked, her voice weak but steady. William nodded slightly. “Almost. The ruins should be right beyond that ridge.” He could feel it—the strange pull that had started ever since that mysterious figure appeared at the campfire. The closer they got, the stronger it became. It wasn’t painful, just heavy, like something ancient was watching from beneath the surface of the world. The path narrowed as they climbed higher. Broken pillars jutted from the ground like bones. Strange markings glowed faintly across the rocks, pulsing in rhythm with
LS: 163
The wind carried the heavy scent of blood and burning oil across the charred plains. William stood on a mound of blackened soil, the red sky splitting with thunder as he gazed toward the ruins of the once-mighty fortress of Thal’Grim. His sword, slick with ash and crimson, hummed softly — almost like it was breathing. Behind him, his allies regrouped, battered and panting. Lena’s bowstring was snapped, her arm trembling as she tried to tie it again. Orion leaned on his spear, face pale, veins pulsing faintly with traces of demonic energy. “Are we done here?” Lena asked, voice rough and hoarse. William’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the smoldering horizon. “Not yet.” From the shadows of the fallen fortress, a figure emerged. Cloaked in tattered robes, its steps slow and deliberate, the ground beneath its feet seared with each movement. A faint smile curled beneath the hood. “Impressive,” the voice drawled, smooth and venomous. “You’ve slain hundreds of my kin. Tell me, human… how l
LS: 162
The valley still smoked from the war that had nearly shattered the heavens. Charred soil stretched for miles, rivers of ash cutting through the land where forests once stood. The wind carried the scent of iron, burnt earth, and something heavier—the echo of death. William sat at the edge of a cliff, staring down at what used to be a city. The ruins were silent, and beneath the silence lay stories he didn’t have the strength to unearth. His armor was gone. His shirt was torn. Blood painted his arm, dry and crusted, yet he barely felt it. Mirabel sat beside him, her right arm wrapped in a bandage. Her face was pale, her hair a tangled mess. But her eyes—though tired—still glowed faintly with life. Neither spoke for a long time. The only sound was the distant crumble of stone as a tower gave in to gravity. Finally, Mirabel broke the silence. “You could’ve died,” she said softly. William didn’t look at her. “I know.” “You should have died,” she pressed. “That thing kille
LS: 161
The sun rose weakly over the shattered plains of Aerth. Its light broke through the smoke and fog, painting the ruins with gold that struggled to reach the ground. The air still smelled of ash and old blood. William stood at the edge of the broken valley where the final battle had ended. His sword was sheathed on his back, though its blade had long since lost its glow. He didn’t need its light anymore — not for this. Behind him, the survivors of the resistance gathered slowly. Mirabel stood among them, her right arm still bandaged, her movements slower than before but her spirit unbroken. Around her were the remnants of the human fighters who had lived through the long war against the demons. They had lost homes, families, entire cities — yet they were still standing. For a long moment, none of them spoke. The silence was sacred, heavy with memory. William finally turned to face them. “It’s over,” he said simply. The words fell like stones into still water. Some lowered th
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