2025-08-01 03:53:01-------[ FIRST DIMENSIONAL MISSION ]------
SUMMARY — Hundreds of people, including the crown prince of the Muzez Kingdom, have been forcibly abducted by an evil cult of dark wizards. Darkness and death now prevail over the kingdom and its people; they need a new light, a hero to end the darkness and restore life. You are that hero! MAIN OBJECTIVE: Conquer the hideout of the villains (Dark Island) and slay all the villains ➜REWARD: $5,000,000, +2 Levels SIDE OBJECTIVE(s): Protect The King Rescue the crown prince and at least 200 abducted people. ➜REWARD: Emblem Of Salvation DEADLINE — NONE (all first mission has no deadline) PENALTY — NONE (all first mission has no penalty) ------------------------ [ Your Character Status Is ready! ] William studied the long holographic text with a calm expression on his face, an expression that gradually morphed into surprise and confusion at certain instances during the process. By the time he finished reading, the sole expression displayed on his face was one of absolute surprise. His eyes widened and his mouth hung agape as he stared at the staggering sum of money he would be rewarded. 'Five big, fat, fucking million dollars!!' William could not believe it. Ever since he was born, he had never set his eyes on sums as great as ten thousand dollars before, nor had he ever been fortunate enough to have a thousand dollars to his name. But now he could and would become the owner of five million dollars — an amount that could purchase a beautiful house, acquire a series of flashy cars, transform the living conditions of the people in the trenches he grew up in, and even attract a beautiful girlfriend if he wished! Five million dollars was nothing short of life-changing money—enough to make someone like William collapse and go mad for minutes! William was so fixed on the money reward — he began daydreaming, imagining all the achievements he could secure with such a sum, and the wonderful part was that this was only his first mission! Just how rich would he become after completing other missions?? King Julian and the Wizard watched William, who appeared utterly dumbfounded as he stared blankly into empty midair. King Julian then turned to look at the Wizard, who returned his gaze, and both were equally curious about what was happening to the hero. As for William, after receiving the briefing of the mission and catching sight of his monetary reward, a surge of motivation and determination ignited in his heart, and he swore to himself that he would complete the mission no matter what it took. He closed the holographic window without bothering to check his character status, and redirected his attention to the confused King and Wizard, his expression growing even more serious. "I have heard your plight, you are a good king who cares deeply about the wellbeing of your kingdom. Calm your mind, for I, William Ashworth, will conquer the Dark Island and vanquish the evil that dwells within. Rest assured, your son and the people forcefully abducted by the cult will be rescued." William's voice resounded loudly, imbued with a resolute tone of confidence and determination. A smile graced the faces of both men as William spoke. His words imbued them with renewed hope. "Great! We knew the sacred summoning spell would never send an unfit hero to carry out this mission." William nodded in agreement to King Julian's words. After seeing the monetary reward, his zeal increased considerably. He then turned to the Wizard and inquired. "Does the spell also allow me to understand what is written?" "Absolutely, why do you ask, great hero?" the Wizard responded. "Please address me simply as William, or, if necessary for honorific purposes, you may add 'Master' before my name—I am perfectly fine with that." Being constantly referred to as "hero" or "great hero" was rather annoying to him. The Wizard nodded in agreement and assured him that it was no issue. "I require written reports detailing everything that has transpired, including the strength of the cultists and the nature of their attacks. Also, you mentioned that some of your soldiers were killed during your journey, please provide a detailed account of that incident as well." If William were to receive all this information, he would be able to plan with much greater foresight. King Julian and the Wizard, who later introduced himself as Osborne, did not consider his request difficult at all. They expressed their gratitude to William for his genuine concern regarding their predicament. After concluding the meeting, they escorted him to a tent situated right beside the royal tent, which had already been prepared for his rest. Although it was merely a makeshift tent, it was larger than his entire house back on Earth. A small, glowing crystal orb hung from the ceiling, illuminating a down-filled bed, a chair, and a desk. "This is way better than I expected from a tent in the middle of a forest in a medieval world," William muttered to himself as he ran his hand over the bed, which was soft to the touch. It was even more comforting than the one he had on Earth. William sat down on the bed, and his mind swiftly wandered back to the holographic window. It still felt as though it were a dream. He continued to daydream about all that he could achieve with such a life-changing sum. "Wait, system, can I die in the first mission?" William felt compelled to confirm this. Thus far, the first mission had excluded several aspects, leading him to wonder if death, too, might be exempt. He sincerely hoped it was. DING [ YES ] Unfortunately, the system response dashed his hope. William let out a heavy sigh. He remained deeply concerned about his well-being in this strange, new world. Yet he was equally certain that with the right tactics, surviving and completing the mission would indeed be a breath of fresh air. Before anything else, he knew he must first understand himself. "Open character status."
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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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