A girl in armor brandished her sword at Alan, trembling. Her blond hair seemed to flutter in the wind. “I ask again. Are you part of the demon race?” she asked, her gaze full of suspicion towards Alan. Alan frowned, looking at the girl with confusion. “Why would you think that?” “Your sudden appearance. It’s not normal. And how could …

Alan crossed the monument, and instantly, the ground beneath him changed into a shallow marsh, sinking his feet up to his ankles. Murky water covered his feet, while thick fog obscured his vision. “This is the poisonous marsh,” he murmured, unable to believe such a place existed inside a tomb. “The water here must be undrinkable. I wonder what kind …

Alan walked around the area filled with undead body parts, his focus drawn to several iron plate necklaces scattered on the ground. He picked one up and examined it closely, finding inscriptions on each plaque. “Lumine, 0207115. Possibly the owner’s name,” he thought. “The date on another part indicates they’ve been here for hundreds of years. This place seems to …

Alan groped around in desperation, trying to find something to help him survive. Unbeknownst to him, his hand grabbed the end of a spear and stabbed himself to extract poison from his blood. Blood began to flow, blurring his already dark vision. But with full determination, Alan tore his clothes and tied up his wound to stop the bleeding. Despite …

Alan moved cautiously, each step filled with caution. Behind him, two guards stared sharply, their spears threatening at Alan’s back. Alan’s mind raced, his heartbeat pounded fast, almost as if wanting to escape from his constricted chest. But he knew there was no way out from the clutches of this special force. As Alan reached behind the monument, he suddenly …

The warm light of the sun awakened Alan, lying on the ground. As he checked the wounds on his body, which had somehow healed, his expression remained calm, as if not surprised by this condition. “I’ve fallen asleep here again. Besides, I don’t have a place to take shelter. The new Count won’t allow me that luxury,” he mused to …

On a bright morning in the city of Alder, a young man with black hair trudged along, carrying a log on his shoulder. From his appearance, he seemed to be between 15 and 17 years old. His clothes were worn from sweat and dust, while his hands were marred with scratches from hard labor. On the other side, a muscular …