YEAR OF CHAOS 588

Etri is an abandoned country far from the 13 kingdoms.

Revy Gray blinked, adjusting to the dim light of the cave's entrance. His tiny fists clenched and unclenched, echoing his newborn cries. The hunters, their faces etched with surprise and curiosity, approached him with caution.there was a red katana standing next to it. The baby's wails grew softer as they picked him up, swaddled him in warm fur, and carried him back to their village. They had no idea the cosmic storm they had just invited into their lives.

Years passed, and Revy grew into a young man, seemingly untouched by the extraordinary circumstances of his birth. His first personality, the shy and studious one, was known for his diligence in the village. He worked tirelessly, helping his adoptive family in the fields, and spent his evenings reading by candlelight. His spectacles were a constant companion, a symbol of his intellectual prowess and a barrier to the mundane world.

But whispers of his second personality began to circulate when Revy started frequenting the tavern in the neighboring town. There, amidst the clatter of dice and the seductive laughter of tavern maids, he transformed into a charismatic rogue. His cunning wit and irresistible charm made him the king of the card table, never losing a hand. Yet, his gambling addiction grew like a weed, entangling him in debts and leaving a trail of broken hearts.

One fateful evening, the old man with a knowing smile challenged him to a game of chance. The stakes were high, and the air was thick with anticipation. The second personality, brimming with confidence, accepted without hesitation. The bet was simple: if Revy lost, he would be indebted to the old man, bound to do his bidding for life. The cards flew, the coins clinked, and the tension grew with each passing round.

The final hand was dealt. The old man's eyes gleamed with amusement as he placed his last coin on the table. Revy studied his cards, a cocky smile playing on his lips. He had seen every trick in the book, and he was certain he had the winning hand. But as he laid his cards face up, the room grew silent. The old man's expression shifted from one of mirth to one of seriousness. The unthinkable had happened; Revy had lost.