In the world of angsty beings, people survive on ideological factions working through social discriminations whether it is in school or in the job industry. People all develop things called "feelings", through friendship and trust memories are made.

And here I am on the 52nd floor of "Valheim" on the brink of death, but first let me give you a brief description on what's going on.

I, " Kairi Anzai '' sole survivor of my party "vacant knights" which roamed the floors of valheim with ease day after day has now fallen in despair.

Before me stands a vicious beast which most people would refer to as a " Minotaur ", frightened from the beast I quickly dashed down beneath the "threat zone" which is known as a dangerous zone only slightly exceptional people are supposed to enter.

As I descended the floors of valheim I saw piles of bodies left and right, I then realized how cowardly I was being, I left my party behind.

A roar and a very disagreeable roar resonated down the floors of which I was in.

Hurriedly, I ventured down about 20 or so floors of valheim, other players noticed me screaming in distraught.

Trembling, I approached them slightly agitated, "... m.. MY PARTIES DEAD", I screamed miserably.

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