Putting these thoughts and deeds to paper is far more difficult than you could imagine. It's even harder to believe that humanity, as the world knows it, will crumble into nothing. Everyone is desperate to piece the puzzle back together.

Some seek personal glory, but a few of us, known as crusaders, wage war against fate and invaders from God knows where. Victories, though hard-won, only feed a false hope as they become fewer and comrades fell in the symphony of war. Even as a Tier 9 Knight, I couldn't save my friends and companions. From tens of thousands, I stand alone.

As I write on this second-hand parchment, corpse poison consumes my essence. When it's gone, humanity will have truly fallen.

In my desperation, a one sided pact was struck with a devil, one of many.

My final words are simple: Fight to your last breath. Quantity is its own kind of quality. And do not search for the origins of this system you inherited... for I am the system, and the system is me.

Protect the cornerstone of humanity.

An extraordinary figure held this letter. This was the 'devil' the author spoke of.

Built like a Greco-Roman Olympian, the figure's muscles rippled like carved marble in the failing light.

"Humanity will not fall, nor can it fall. Why, oh Great God, would you send me to this chaotic realm?"

The voice, a blend of countless echoes, rumbled like a rock tumbler. Then, a faint light flickered in the figure's eyes. A quick snap of his finger, an all consuming vortex manifested into a bright light.

A thought, or perhaps an answer, raced through their mind. The wheels of fate began to turn at a different pace.

An unlikely hero, Arthur, would soon make the entire multiverse tremble.