In the dead of night, the clock struck three A.M.. Streetlights stretched along the main road, illuminating it with parallel yellow streaks. The street was completely empty of passersby, until a man in his thirties, walking with unsteady steps, appeared.
His features weren't clear enough to identify him, but he wore a formal suit that suggested he was an employee, carrying a leather briefcase in his hand. He was humming a sad song, the lyrics of which the distance allowed us to hear:
– "Every day, every day, back and forth... every day from six A.M., every day until six P.M.... every day my life is a responsibility... my life is the same... every day an extra hour... my life is catastrophic... my life is not perfect... my life is oppressive... every day... every day... every day..."
He stopped suddenly in front of a streetlight, threw his briefcase against the pole, and then sat upon it, leaning his head against the pole itself while gazing into the sky.
– "Damn it, I never knew I would reach this pathetic state. I never imagined that the song, which was the beautiful, sarcastic anthem of my childhood, would become the song of my sorrow and my entire life."
A moment of silence, then his attention was drawn to a strange light emanating from a neighboring, malfunctioning streetlight. The lamp was blinking rapidly, but what truly aroused his curiosity was that the light emitted was black, centered around a beautiful crystal ball lying on the ground.
Curiosity drove him to stand up and approach. He stretched his hand toward the ball, and centimeters before he could touch it, a huge, bizarre black light burst forth. He felt as if he was swallowed by a mass of darkness, and he vanished from the spot, leaving only his briefcase behind.
Seconds after his disappearance, the place began to shake violently, as if a massive earthquake. The lamps collapsed, then the earth cracked and rose, as if it were the end of the world our hero was living in. He had escaped an imminent catastrophe.
At that moment, our hero was falling from a great height, screaming without understanding what was happening. He continued his strange descent until he hit the ground. It wasn't a real impact; he felt no pain, but rather a hallucination or an illusory sensation.
He stood up, looking around, only to find himself in a beautiful green field next to an empty bottle. He processed the situation for a few moments, then an overwhelming joy spread across his face.
– "Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSSS! I've been transported to a fantasy world! I'm finally rid of this torment! Where are the mages? Where is the one who summoned me to this world? Where is the one who will tell me: You are the hero who will save us from the Demon King?"
He looked around, but found no one. He paused in surprise, then continued his thoughts aloud:
– "Hmm, it seems there's no one here. But there's something strange... perhaps the soul was copied, and that's a big assumption, because I feel like I'm in a different body."
He picked up a bottle on the ground, saw that it was a poison bottle, and said to himself:
– "Well, well... a poison bottle. It seems the original owner of the body was trying to commit suicide, or perhaps succeeded, and I've taken his place. Everything now is just theory. I need to move from this spot."
He moved until he reached a chasm separating him from the other side. He thought deeply, then said:
– "Okay, if I've come here, I can certainly get to the other side. And it seems this body has abilities. The first thing I'll try now is to jump, to see how far I can go."
Our hero prepared to jump, then leaped high, clearing the chasm and reaching the other side. He raised his hands high in delight, shouting:
– "Yaaa hoooooo! I'm flying! I'm flying! Yaaaay, what a wonderful day!"
Then he looked with a thoughtful expression, musing for a moment:
– "Wait a minute... I'm flying, but the landing? How do I land? How do I land? Wait! Wait!"
He began flapping his arms and legs, afraid of crashing. He collided with the ground and tumbled, until he hit a tree face-first. He fell onto his back, all his teeth knocked out of his mouth, and he passed out.
Minutes after the impact, he woke up from his brief unconsciousness, looked around, and said:
– "That seems like it was a bad idea."
He wondered, saying:
– "What? Strange! I remember losing my teeth before I passed out, and they're back in place now! Anyway, nothing bad will certainly happen to me. I know I'm the hero of this story, and the reason is clear: I jumped, confident that I wouldn't die."
Our hero continued walking, deeply considering why he had come to this world and what it held for him. He reached tall grass, which he entered to pass to the other side. He said to himself:
– "Of course, if you're wondering why I didn't jump again, to be honest: I confirmed I can jump a high distance, but I don't want to fall in the same way again."
He reached the other side, looked around, and saw wide hills, trees, and fields. He looked to his right and saw farmers waving at him. He waved back instinctively, wondering, Who are they? And who am I? He heard voices as if calling his name, but they weren't clear.
He walked down the road until he came across a carriage drawn by a strong, brown, muscular horse that shook its head with every step. The carriage slowly stopped, its door smoothly opening, and a very beautiful girl descended from it... so beautiful that she momentarily confused him and made him forget the road itself.
The girl stood with gentle firmness, as if the ground prepared itself for her steps before she touched it.
Her body was slender and graceful, drawn with precise curves that balanced femininity and strength. Her face was oval, tapering to a sharp "V" chin that gave her sophisticated yet soft features. Her eyes were wide, a warm honey color, glowing with a gentle sheen whenever the light moved over them, as if saying more than her lips spoke.
Her hair... was like a waterfall of gold. Long, silky strands cascaded down past her waist, swaying with the light breeze of the road, framing her face like a royal portrait. She wore small, gleaming clips on the sides of her head, adding softness and delicacy.
As for her red dress, it alone was enough to make any passerby stop. A modern Qipao (Cheongsam), it clung to her body, highlighting her slender waist and full chest without exaggeration. Delicate golden ornaments shimmered on it like sparks, giving it a regal character. The dress ended with high side slits that revealed very long, smooth, and perfectly proportioned legs, as if drawn by a professional artist's brush.
Her gleaming golden shoes completed the picture, lifting her stature slightly and lending her walk lightness and elegance. She looked at him with a sharp, serious gaze, as if she were very angry with him. Our hero realized that she knew him, and he said nothing until she spoke:
– "Espen! Where have you been all this time? I was worried sick about you and searching for you everywhere! You don't know how much I suffered looking for you. You're irresponsible and unstable, only caring about yourself, and nothing else but satisfying your foolish instincts. Get in the carriage immediately and don't say a word, I'm warning you!"
Our hero, who had just realized his name was Espen, complied and got into the carriage without saying a word. She sat directly across from him, launching rapid words as if they were a volley that no one understood why she was saying:
– "Espen, you truly are so negligent! You don't care about anyone, you don't care about yourself, and you don't care about our marriage, even though we're supposed to get married! You're a child in an adult's body. I don't understand why you're like this, and why you don't grasp that you're going to marry a princess from a large, ancient kingdom! You foolish, stupid, arrogant person who only cares about himself! You love to stay alone and be far from people, and I don't understand why you do this. Whenever I try to get closer to you or try to be kind to you, you show me that you're just an irritating jerk! I'll tell you what, leave me silent, it's better!"
Espen looked at her with surprise and sarcasm, thinking:
(Ha ha! All that, and you tell me to stay silent? Just one question, who is this Espen? And who are you? Damn! Am I going to get married on the first day I arrive in another world or what?)
Espen asked curiously:
– "Excuse me, but can I ask you a question?"
The girl looked at him with a sudden smile, as if she had become another person. She said to him:
– "Of course, go ahead, what's your stupid question that has no value in life?"
Espen thought:
(Wow, suddenly her face is nice, but the tone hasn't changed. I'm afraid to ask her if I'm not the person she thinks I am, so they might try to kill me or believe I'm a priest who took over the body of the person they know – this guy named Espen. But I'll ask a slight question and hope I don't regret it.)
Espen said:
– "Who are you?"
The girl said with a look that sparked fury:
– "What a foolish day! You've forgotten me, Espen! After all this time I spent tolerating you, you've forgotten me, Espen! I can't believe you would do this to me! How could you forget me, your future wife, Lili! You forgot me, the daughter of Elian from Radiantis Realm of Light! Shame on you! Shame! You know what? I'll tell your father, Mr. Atterman, about this, Espen!"
Espen tried to defend himself:
– "Please, please, calm down. I don't understand anything and I don't remember anything. It seems I have amnesia."
Lili said, surprised:
– "Hah! Amnesia? Why don't you tell me that I'll have to repeat everything I said to you all over again! I'll have to tolerate you again because you lost your memory or what?"
Before Espen could answer, the carriage arrived at his father's kingdom. Lili got out, feeling exasperated, and Espen followed her to find a large kingdom and even larger forests. He truly had arrived in another world, a world where only fantasy and magic existed.
Suddenly, a massive man appeared, his size nearly double Espen's, as if the mountain itself had decided to move. He stopped a few steps away, his face holding a wide smile that carried a strange mix of friendliness and confidence, the smile of a man who knew his strength well and didn't need to prove it.
He stood with astonishing stability, his broad shoulders casting shadows on the ground, his arms crossed over his massive chest, further highlighting the muscle strength that seemed ready to burst beneath his fair bronze skin. His chest was wide, almost the size of a shield, and his six (or rather, eight) pack abs were clear as sculpted rocks, as the long robe he wore was completely open in the front, as if deliberately showing off his strength rather than concealing it.
His face looked deceptively friendly; his short, dark purple hair was neatly styled, and his features were strong but calm. His eyes held a reassuring sparkle.
His long robe was a luxurious piece in itself, a sky-blue color leaning toward turquoise, swaying behind him with his heavy steps. Delicate golden embellishments twisted along its edges, like engraved inscriptions from an ancient civilization, giving him the appearance of a noble leader or warrior. The wide sleeves allowed the bulging muscles in his arms to show without any restraint, as if the robe was specially designed to emphasize his strength.
Below, he wore tight black pants that revealed the details of his taut leg muscles. The elastic leather material didn't even try to hide the power stored there. At his waist, a broad belt with a large metal buckle, gleaming under the light, bore a central engraving that made the man look like a mercenary commander or war hero.
The high black military boots, reaching his knee, were sturdy and polished, clearly made for a fighter who knew the value of the ground he walked on.
He took another step, and the air around him changed as if he was compressing the space with his strength. Then he said in a booming voice, his stability preceding his steps:
– "Ha! Espen! How are you? Lili was looking for you everywhere. She came to us to ask about you, but she didn't find you. Don't tell me you were trying to run away from the idea of marrying her, she's annoyed from the last time you rejected her. But you told me you agree now, right?"
Espen looked at the man, surprised and mocking his size, then asked:
– "Who are you, you giant?"
The man said, surprised by Espen's reaction:
– "Who am I? Did you forget me, son? I feel like you're not my son! I have to make sure!"
Espen put his hand on his chin, thinking, while the man extended his hands and encased him in his palms, then crushed him like a pile of dough.
Espen screamed while being crushed:
– "What are you doing, you crazy person? You're killing me!"
The man released him. Moments later, Espen returned to his original form before being crushed, as if nothing had happened. The man looked at him and said with an amused, provoking tone, as if he had done something normal:
– "Aha! Now I'm sure, you are my son! And it seems you really have lost your memory."
Espen said, with an open, shocked mouth:
(Wow! You confirm your son's identity by crushing him like mashed potatoes! What a great father!)
Suddenly, a girl slightly shorter than Espen appeared, but her presence was striking, as if the light itself had bowed to present her to the world. She stood before them with light steps, as if the ground didn't fully touch her feet, in a posture that combined delicacy and royal elegance.
Her physique was slender and graceful, taking a subtle hourglass shape, emphasizing her slimness more than her details. Her waist was very narrow, precisely defined as if drawn by an artist's brush, while her chest was medium-sized and balanced with the rest of her body, giving her softness without exaggeration. Her long, shapely legs were the first thing to catch the eye, as most of their length was visible due to the short-in-front dress, making her appear taller than she actually was.
Her face was a soft oval, carrying that distinct anime-like charm. Her eyes were very wide, a clear blue that almost rivaled the sky in fullness. There was something calm and kind in her gaze, as if she was accustomed to silently observing things before smiling at them.
Her hair cascaded from the top of her head to past her waist, long and thick, a dark chestnut red that reflected light like strands of warm copper. A side fringe draped over her cheek, moving with every step, and on the other side, a small blue flower pinned near her ear shone, adding a simple poetic touch that completed her look.
As for her dress... it was a piece of art in itself.
A royal blue evening gown, short in the front, revealing her legs delicately, and long in the back, flowing like a cascade of fabric behind her with every movement. The hem of the skirt was decorated with exquisite golden embroideries, shimmering softly with the light of the place. The bodice was tight and carefully tailored, also featuring delicate golden drawings that highlighted her delicacy. The short, puffy sleeves gave her shoulders a neat arrangement that mitigated the slimness of her arms and added a touch of fantastical classicism to the look.
She completed her look with simple dark blue ballerina flats, perfectly harmonizing with the royal dress.
The girl stood there, combining a shy simplicity with an elegance befitting storybook princesses. She didn't say anything at first; she merely looked at Espen with her wide eyes, before a small smile appeared on her lips... a smile that was enough to cast a strange warmth over the atmosphere around her.
Espen said, surprised and with his mouth slightly open, thinking:
(Wow! Now a girl like Rias Gremory has appeared, but miniature!)
She looked at him tenderly and said in a light, gentle voice:
– "Son, how are you? Have you isolated yourself enough?"
Espen looked at them, stunned, and said:
– "One moment! This is my mother? I want to know the author of this damned story! What is this filthy relationship I see? How is this giant and this girl who isn't even as tall as me [my height]?"
The girl said:
– "What's wrong with you, son? Did you hit your head or something?"
Lili said in her sharp tone:
– "Leave him, sister! It seems your son is trying to pretend he has amnesia because he doesn't want to marry me, apparently! Imagine, he doesn't want to marry me! And after all this, he disappears for a whole week, not even coming to visit me or even coming to school! He is simply a negligent, irresponsible person!"
Her sister nodded, agreeing with her words.
Espen said, with his mouth slightly open, thinking:
(Wow! The first one speaks like thunder, and the other speaks with her head [nods in agreement]! Are you sure you are sisters? What a strange story!)
Then Espen's father, with his usual smile, said:
– "Espen, listen to me! I... I am your father, and this is your mother!" He said, pointing to himself and Espen's mother.
Espen said, with a sarcastic expression and his mouth slightly open:
– "Did someone tell you that I've lost my sanity? I've lost my memory! Where do you get your ideas from, you massive giant?"
Another girl came, wearing an outfit like an adventurer's, with dark gray and black colors mixed with simple touches of silver, reflecting a highly practical and disciplined appearance. Her presence was entirely different from the rest; a quiet, sharp, and confident presence... the kind of presence that doesn't need to raise its voice to make others feel its power.
She advanced with steady steps, her relatively broad shoulders giving her a formal, quasi-military character, while her slender, taut body was clearly visible through the dark, fitted jacket she wore. The fabric draped tightly over her, forming a narrow, precisely defined waist, highlighting the proportion of her torso with her long legs, which seemed to take up a large part of her total height.
Her stance was compellingly powerful, one hand on her hip, the other slightly raised near her face, as if she were poised or ready to issue an order.
Light reflected off her short black hair that reached slightly below her chin, neatly and precisely arranged, framing her tapering oval face and increasing the sharpness of her gaze.
As for her eyes...
They were orange-gold, their brilliance resembling a burning ember. A sharp, steady gaze, yet carrying a mysterious allure, and a small side smile.
Her outfit was as if a blend between an officer's uniform and an adventurer's suit:
A dark jacket with a high collar, ending in two long, torn tails at the back, giving her a rebellious look despite the formality of the clothes.
Tight, charcoal-colored trousers, harmonizing with the jacket, highlighting the agility of her legs.
A white shirt and a thin black tie added a formal, perfected look.
She also wore fingerless black leather gloves, showing part of the strange white tattoos wrapped around her forearms, which twisted around the skin like symbols from an ancient world.
Her feet rested in high military boots that reached her knee, gleaming and clearly prepared for battles or difficult journeys. On her waist, a small dark pouch hung steadily, as if it were an inseparable part of her personality.
She stood confidently and calmly among everyone, raised her sharp gaze, and then said to everyone in a low but powerful voice:
– "Ha! You finally found Espen! It seems he was hiding in one of the mountains!"
Espen said, surprised, and asked:
– "Who are you?"
The girl simply said with a cold look and no smile:
– "I'm the girl who wiped the floor with your dignity more than 100 times! I'm the girl you can never defeat! Allow me to introduce myself: Linda Elian, Mistress of Skill and Stealth."
Espen said:
– "Aha, okay then."
Linda said, surprised by his reaction:
– "Strange, why aren't you angry, Espen?"
Lili said to her with her usual sharp tone:
– "Linda, he's lost his memory! Imagine! He was gone for a week and more, and disappeared. And when he comes back, he tells me he lost his memory! See? I don't understand how this boy's mind works! I feel like they replaced his brain with a Goblin's!"
Linda looked at Espen's mother and said:
– "Is that true, Sofia?"
Espen's mother, whose name was indeed Sofia, replied in her cheerful voice:
– "Yes, my little sister."
Espen looked for a moment and processed the fact that his mother's name was Sofia, and even stranger, that the three girls were sisters.
Espen said, mouth slightly open, shocked:
– "What a strange fantasy story! This story hasn't even started, and now it has presented me with three girls before I even reached the palace! Wonderful! You're a powerful fantasy story! You sent me a group of girls, and one of them is supposed to be my wife!"
Linda said to him, surprised by his response:
– "What are you saying, Espen? It's true you met many girls, but you don't remember anything about them. But your father is here with us!"
Espen said, looking at her sharply and pointing his finger at his father:
– "Who is that? That giant escaped from Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan)!"
Linda said, bewildered by this strange response:
– "What is this 'attack' you're talking about?"
He looked at her with a dull gaze:
– "Never mind, it's just a great anime you'll never know."
His father looked at them, smiling as usual, and said as he prepared to leave:
– "Well, son, I'll summon your private secretary to come and take you from here to your house. You've obviously lost your memory, so you won't remember anything now."
His father lifted his mother, Sofia, and placed her on his shoulder, and left to board a large carriage drawn by a huge black horse with two large horns and white hair.
Espen said, shocked and mouth slightly open:
– "What a massive horse! Is that a demon or something? Surely no one can pull this giant who escaped from Isayama to this creature!"
Then the father and mother left. The girl, Linda, looked at him, smiled slightly, and said, bowing a little and placing her hands on her waist:
– "Before I leave, I want to tell you. You know, Espen, I like the new rhythm you're in. You were bound to lose your memory someday. See you later." She said, waving as she moved away from the spot.
Then Lili looked at him with her perpetually sharp tone as she left, saying:
– "I advise you not to run away again! Do you hear me, Espen? I'm warning you! I'm warning you!"
Then she departed, leaving him alone.
Espen moved from his spot to enter the large gate into the big kingdom, which he knew nothing about, not even its name yet.
Espen found a young woman standing at the entrance to the corridor, appearing to be in her early thirties, although her calm demeanor gave her younger, firmer features. She wore a formal white long-sleeved shirt that seemed slightly tight at the wrists, and a tight short black skirt in an elegant harmony, with a small slit on her right side revealing a calculated amount of her thigh.
Her black high heels added a touch of seriousness to her steps, not loud, but enough to make Espen notice her presence.
Her light blonde hair was neatly cut; a short style that fell on both sides of her face, increasing the sharpness of her gaze. As for her eyes, they were light green, holding a depth that didn't match the simplicity of her appearance... as if she was accustomed to evaluating others with a single look.
She stopped in front of him steadily, her shoulders aligned with his, and her expression serious... not harsh, but like the silence of a person who knows a lot and doesn't have the luxury of wasting time.
She looked at him directly and said in a calm but controlled voice, as if reading from an order issued to her:
– "Master Espen, come with me. Your father sent me a message that you've lost your memory, and I must take care of you until you reach your home. Don't worry... I will always be by your side."
Espen said with a sarcastic tone and his mouth slightly open:
– "What a wonderful story! The further I progress in it, the more girls I find! I bet I'll find more if I go to school now."
His private secretary accompanied him to his house. During their walk, Espen asked:
– "Speaking of which, what's your name? Because I have amnesia now and don't remember who you are."
The secretary said:
– "I am the assistant, or the secretary, as Mr. Atterman always calls me, and my name is Melda."
Espen looked at the large streets, thinking:
(Atterman. A very cliché name in this strange story, but I like the personal assistant's name.)
After they reached the building, Espen entered and felt unwelcome in the place. The people's gazes suggested they didn't like him, as if Espen had never been a good person. After he entered his room, Melda told him:
– "If you need me, I'm available in my private office downstairs. See you later." She closed the door and left him alone in his room.
Espen looked at the place and said, staring:
– "Nice, nice. It seems this Espen was organized. The place is suspiciously tidy."
A voice came from outside, seemingly Melda's, saying:
– "Master Espen! I tidied your place and cleaned it throughout your disappearance! Don't treat yourself like you're an organized person! You're the most incapable person of even cleaning yourself!"
Espen was shocked by her reaction, and his face held a sarcastic expression again:
– "Why are you standing outside? And another thing, who is this messy boy you're bullying back and forth like this?"
Melda said from outside in her sharp voice again:
– "Don't treat yourself like you're a great person! I don't know if you really lost your memory or not, but you need to know who you are before you say anything after this, because you are not organized at all! Anyway, I'm leaving now."
Espen was silent for a moment and said to himself:
– "Anyway, I must find the history of this world. And I'm sure, if I close my eyes and search the place, as soon as I grab any book, it will be the history book of this world. I'm sure."
Espen put his hands over his eyes and walked along the bookshelves, brushing his hands over them, until he grabbed a random book and pulled it out. He opened his eyes to see what he had found. The book was titled: "Book of World Legends".
Espen said to himself sarcastically:
– "See? I told you I'd find the book without any effort! Ha! Now I have to read this book."
Espen sighed, took a deep breath, and exhaled to begin reading the book. He sat in the chair, opened the book, and began to read. The first two sentences he read, he said aloud:
– "Introduction: This book speaks of the history and races of this vast world, where this world is very large and full of boundless secrets, legends, and mysteries. In this world, there are Goblins and Elves everywhere, and beings known as the Holy Creatures, and Quasi-Giants (and they were called Quasi-Giants because they are not massively huge). This book will cover your complete knowledge and information of the world."
Espen said to himself sarcastically:
– "Wow! This story is truly exhausting. Imagine someone wrote all this! What a person with no life! And this is just the introduction, imagine the rest!"
Then Espen continued reading to understand the nature of this strange world, and he read the most important section: "The Power System".
☞ This world branches into five powers:
The first is Light and Darkness, known in this world as Black Energy and White Energy.
The second branch is the Elements, which includes: Wind, Earth, Water, Electricity, and so on."
Espen paused for a moment, thinking, surprised by this statement:
(He described the elements without mentioning fire, even though fire comes first after everything else! Strange!)
Then he continued reading again:
The third branch of powers includes all possible metals, from copper to iron to diamond and titanium, and everything up to gold.
The fourth branch of powers is Polluted Energies, which are different energies from the rest of the types or people, and which include powers such as Pollution (hence the name), and other elements like Mental Energy or Monstrous Energy.
The last branch is Weapons, and this includes all possible weapons. These weapons were originally for legends or races, or inherited through generations, such as the sword of Norven, and other famous weapons in this vast world."
Espen said to himself sarcastically:
– "I bet if I flip the pages to the end, I won't find any words and the pages will be blank!"
And indeed, Espen quickly flipped the pages to the end, finding that the last few pages were all blank, and before that, the words were not clear at all. It turned out that only the first few pages contained some text.
Then Espen said jokingly with extreme sarcasm:
– "See! I told you the story is incomplete; because the author hasn't written the rest yet, or didn't care about the matter at all! Of course he'll find time for all this! Good that he wrote something!"
In the meantime, Melda was watching him from outside, and she was shocked, muttering to herself:
– "Espen! He's opening a book and reading! Espen is studying for the first time! Is this real or are my eyes hurting from exhaustion? Mr. Atterman, did Espen really lose his memory or did he lose his personality?"
A little later, in the evening, Espen was reviewing some books about this world to understand it a little. Then he said sarcastically:
– "See! See! The transition, we were in the morning, and now it's evening! What a powerful fantasy story! And you're telling me I read books! I didn't read anything!"
Espen felt a strange aura that led him to discover that his body's memory revealed he always prepared his diaries at this time to write his daily life.
He joked a little:
– "Great! Now I'll read diaries, which is better than nothing, because I didn't find anything in the books, they're all torn as if they were an AI image!"
He sat at the desk to read. He opened the diary, then said:
– "Nonsense, nonsense, I don't care, I don't care... this boy loves himself so much... hmmm, it seems I'm starting to understand why everyone around me treats me this way, because this person is a narcissist, he loves himself a lot and loves to show off!"
He quickly flipped the pages to see the end of this nonsense. Then he read the last lines:
– "This is supposed to be the last words of this person before he dies – as my assumption that he died. Aha! Okay! Well! That's how I understood it, this idiot was assassinated by the priest who is the High Advisor. He is the one who gave him the potion I found when I woke up, to become stronger! And it seems he didn't love him but was exploiting him. And since I didn't die, this is just my analysis, that he now knows I haven't died, so he will send a masked person attempting to kill me."
He didn't finish his sentence before an arrow pierced his chest and exited from the other side! Then he said with complete sarcasm:
– "Wow, an arrow, see! I told you this would happen!"
To be continued...