"Hmm...this is very nice, what a tragic story this would be"

"You really weren't serious about challenging the Demon God, right?"

*sinister smile*

"Stop smilling like that you idiot!"

"Shut up and create the world already, the story is perfect so should the world too"

*Frowns her face*

"Making me use my divine power so much to match with your story, after this I am no longer obligated to share my fate with you"

Bird chirping on a tree thats rustling it leaves on a beautiful summer. A butterfly flies over to the side of the lake resting on a yellow golden flower.

"Finally found it"

A very base voice destroys the beauty scenery of the nature.

"This flower will be the turning point of my blacksmiths shop."

The flower gets prickled by a short dwarf armoured in a silver plate and hanging an axe behind him. His beard is of the type that would catch the eyes attention in a crowd of other dwarfs and alike. With his ebony short hair he gets up and put the flower into his satchel. Closes his eyes and sees a faint line of mana tracking towards the lake in front of him.

"I will come back with the others after I send back this flower, the legendary spear is soon to be forged."

The dwarfs hurries back into the silent forest shading parts of the ground and giving a sense of comfort with the huge roots grown from the ground. From afar he could see his little brick blacksmith shop, as he gets closer...a light descends with force and destroys the blacksmith shop in one-go. The dwarf shocked and bewildered pounces back and guards himself with his axe. A mystery figure comes out from the fog of the demolished blacksmith shop.

"What is all this, did I fall on something?"

The dwarfs walks closer to the mysterious human figure.

"I will come back you piece of shitty god!!! And have my revenge!!"

The fog settles down and the young boy walks out of all the dismantled parts of the blacksmith shop dusting his old weary blue shirt and trousers. As he is about to look around an axe flies over to cut the yellow hairy head of the young boy. The axe continues its path onto the stem of a tree.

" Did I get him?"

From behind...

"Uhh excuse me?"

The dwarf startles and turns to stab the boy with his short knife but he is extremely slow to the speed of the boy.

"Why is he so slow, are short people always this slow?"

He dodges the stab quickly and the dwarf is shocked to realize that the boy is way faster than a normal human would usually be.

"Can we talk please, uhm Mr. Short Person"

The axe spins back to the hand of the dwarf..."Who are you and why did you destroy my home?"

"Oh I am Terry from Cairo, Egypt. You probably dont know there because I am from a different world obviously."

The dwarf imbues mana into his axe ready to attack.

"Wait, wait, wait. I didn't mean to destroy your blacksmith shop, I fell down from somewhere up there, I can help you restore your shop to its original way."

The tall, blue eyed boy stared down at rhe plumpy dwarf as he offered his hand down to help.

*Why does this feel like I am proposing to him or something?"*

"Hmm, why did those vile immortals send you here?"

Terry scratches his head..."Something about saving this world and becoming a hero?"

"They lied..."

" I already know, the one who dropped me here was drunk and looked like a gangster."

The dwarf looks at him and sighs *What is all this?*

"Sooooo, lets start fixing up your home"

"Arrange everything in different categories while I go get some of my friends to help"

"Leave it to me"

The dwarf walks away to the other side of the forest towards a settlement of wooden houses settled on different branches of different trees and standing that far away from the settlement he could already see the long ears of the Elves.

An elf jumps off a tree and steps on differemt falling leaves, gliding towards the dwarf and calmly landing on his feet.

"Do you always have to show off?"

" I am only doing this to motivate you and change your mind about this big stomach of yours."

The dwarf annoyed in a way stares at the pale face of the Elf who is taller than most humans including the boy that fell on his blacksmith shop.

" Are you here to report about the light incident"

"You have seen it"

"Yes, nothing can hide from the Elves in this forest which continously hides from the world."

"It is a human."

"The Holy Church found you?"

"No, its an otherwolder from an Outer World."

"Ah, I guess he is the last one to grace this world with their presence. So I have heard, the Reincarnated, Regressed and Ressurected ones are all from noble families."

"The one here is the Transmigrated."

"Those vile bastards, what are they planning?"

"I need you to help me fix my blacksmith shop"

"Ohh, is that fat body of yours too much to handle"

The dwarfs turns to walk away but the elf holds his hand to stay.

"Hey, calm down, i will send my men to offer you help"

"Hmph!"

Back at the Blacksmith shop, Terry had already arranged everything into categories and is waiting for the dwarf to return.

"This place is really comfy, I like that. Perhaps I should probably just stay here for now?"

His eyeballs rolls to the left and a sinister smile appears before him. A figure cloaked in black with fiery eyes.

"Demon god?"

"An emissary..."

A black envelope falls down towards Terry...

"The Demon god wishes luck to this world and its protectors, kekekekeke"

A black smoke swiftly surrounds the mysterious black cloaked figure and it disappears as the smoke settles.

"They lied but they werent joking at least..."

A young man imbues mana into his wooden swords and attacks a man...

"...this world is really beginning to meet its end..."

A girl is meditating on top of a long vertical building...

"...I am sure there are others..."

A man is sitting alone at a graveyard with alive skeletons beside him.

...I must find them fast"