ã€ŠIn-Sanity Systemã€‹


 Chapter 1: Light Beyond the Veil

    The sun had set over the city of New York, cloaking it in a familiar darkness, contrasting with the echoing life that thrummed beneath the night sky.

    As many called it the City of Dream, the Big Apple shone brightly under neon signs'' glow, casting a soft light over the concrete jungle.

    Each streetlight above painted a golden trail on the pavement, shadows dancing like faraway stars among the hectic crowd¡ªafter all, it was Downtown Manhattan.

    Beyond the intricate maze of one-way avenues, loud chatter of the crowds, and honking car horns, a local gaming store stood as a beacon of suspense for a select group.

    The warm light of the storefront spilled onto the sidewalk through the glass windows where a small gathering of friends awaited the midnight release of the latest sensation in virtual gaming: Crowns of Legacies, affectionately known worldwide as CoL.

    The crisp air was sharp as it fell against their skin, filled with the earthy scent of autumn mingling with the sweet, sugary aroma of nearby food stalls.

    Excitement hummed, amplifying the thrill of the impending digital adventure as the clock ticked, each second heightening the eagerness in the air.

    Posters plastered on the windows showcasing fictional characters wielding swords and magic, each one more fictitious than the last.

    It was a world where the rules of reality bent to the players.

    Among the eager faces of the crowd stood Johan Heylel, a man tall enough to see over the heads of offensive and defensive linemen. His dark and curly hair framed piercing brown eyes, betraying a quiet storm within them.

    I don''t get it. Why does everyone here find so much joy in this? Johan thought as his eyes scanned the people waiting in the long line.

    He crossed his arms as he pondered, listening to their energetic chatter. Despite the infectious energy that seemed to crackle through the line, he felt like an outsider in a world that yearned for virtual adventure.

    The year was 2035, but the game that revolutionized the industry launched in 2029¡ªThe Virtual Odyssey, TvO.

    It offered players something they''d never had before in gaming: unprecedented immersion. It allowed players to engage in a world where the senses blurred and the boundaries between reality and the digital realm dissolved.

    For most, it was a dream realized, but for Johan, it felt like a step too far for humanity¡ªa venture into a reality he preferred to keep at arm''s length.

    As his friends animatedly debated character classes and battle strategies they would use in the game¡ªcuriosity began to boil within him.

    Though he had no intention of purchasing the game and had only been there because his friends dragged him out of his studio apartment, a small part of him longed to share in their camaraderie.

    To dive into the universe¡ªthey were so fond of and captivate them, even if it meant submerging himself into a world that had never truly enticed him.

    Beside him was Maya Reselda, her long midnight-black curls cascading down her back like a waterfall of shadows. Her emerald eyes sparkled with innocent excitement as she adjusted the colorful pins and patches that flooded her leather jacket¡ªa vivid reflection of her adventurous spirit.

    To the front of them, Jake Armstrong and Christopher Abis formed a dynamic duo, contrasting each other in every way yet inseparable.

    With his rugged good looks and confident demeanor, Jake exuded a strength that hinted at years spent pursuing physical excellence.

    Chris, slender and sharp-witted, wore glasses perched precariously on his nose. His passionate arguments about character classes and builds illustrated the depth of his enthusiasm for CoL and gaming overall.

    Sarah Sage was at the forefront of the pack. A fiery redhead whose determination matched her loyalty. Her freckled cheeks flushed as she focused excitedly on the prize awaiting them inside.

    "Come on, Johan! You''ve got to get in on this!" Jake exclaimed, giving him a playful shove that nearly knocked him off balance.

    The glint in Jake''s eyes urged Johan to join the fray, but he remained steadfast. Johan shrugged, shaking his head slowly as if trying to shake off their keenness like water from a drenched coat.

    He thought they didn''t get it, watching their faces light up joyfully at the thought of him spending his hard-earned money on the game.

    Suddenly, a loud bang from above drew Johan''s attention upward. The streetlights flashed with an odd intensity, and the night sky transformed into a canvas of shifting colors¡ªwaves of green, pink, and purple danced across it like brushstrokes from an unseen artist, rippling a supernatural glow that made the stars seem to come alive.

    "...What the hell? Did you guys see that?" Johan muttered but got no response. His words had fallen short, drowned out by the optimistic chatter surrounding him.

    No one else seemed to have noticed the celestial display, and for a moment, he felt as though he alone were standing apart from reality itself.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.

    Must be my eyes playing tricks on me, he thought, trying to shake off the unsettling sensation creeping into his mind. But before he could dwell on the event further, Maya''s voice sliced through his thoughts.

    "Johan, you''re getting the game. First, we pre-ordered it for you, and you''re already in line. Secondly, we bought you the system for it ages ago. It''s just collecting dust now at your place. So unappreciative."

    "...Damn," Johan scratched the back of his head. He knew she was right; it was their birthday gift for him, and he knew there was no winning now that Maya brought light to it. "Fine, I''ll get the game, alright."

    "Maya, that was a damn good point! So unappreciative of him," Chris mentioned, but their excitement quickly shifted focused as Sarah shouted, "Look! They''re opening the doors!"

    As the line began to surge forward, a touch of intrigue ignited within Johan. Was it from the conversation with his friends about the game or his longing to end his solo gaming nights? Who knew?

    "If this game sucks, you all owe me big time."

    Sarah laughed, "Don''t worry. You''ll love it."

    "And if not, you can always blame me," Maya said, nudging him with a chuckle. Johan laughed and replied, "I''ll remember you said that."

    He thought that maybe this game wouldn''t be so bad after all.

    Although there was a line to pick up the pre-ordered game, Chris and Jake took it upon themselves to take the lead as they entered the store. The two made sure to prevent anyone from getting the brave idea of cutting ahead.

    Inside, the store flooded with people. Staff members ensured things were maintained and organized, but more so, the people waiting to secure their copy of CoL.

    But after picking up the game copies and exiting the store, Johan''s unease rose again.

    Something felt off about the moment¡ªsomething he couldn''t quite put his finger on.

    The group began their walk, intending to return to the apartment complex to play the game, but Johan''s eyes fell on a shadow lurking in the distance.

    You couldn''t see the figure''s face, covered by the baggy hood that sat over the head, but Johan could feel their gaze sending a shiver down his spine.

    "Yo, guys. Don''t look," Johan whispered, not wanting to draw attention to the figure. "Be chill, but I think we have unwanted company."

    Jake glanced back, his expression hardening as he spotted the person strolling behind them. "You know them?"

    "Damn it, what are you? An idiot? I said don''t look," Johan scoffed. "Why the hell would I know who that is? But they''ve been following us since we left the store."

    Maya, ever wise, caught the tension in Johan''s eyes. "Do you think they''re up to something?"

    "Who knows? But for now, I say we keep an eye on them," Johan declared, his attempts to stay calm failing to the growing suspicion that continued to boil up from his gut.

    Still riding the high of their purchase, Sarah attempted to wave away their concerns. "You guys are just being paranoid. It''s probably nothing."

    "Says you," Chris replied, earning a slight elbow to the abdomen from her.

    Johan desperately wanted to believe Sarah was right, but his instincts screamed otherwise. As they continued walking, the hooded figure rapidly closed the distance between them, matching their pace with alarming precision.

    Suddenly, they lunged forward, a sharp blade in hand, but concealed just enough to avoid unwanted attention: "Don''t move, and don''t make a noise."

    The voice was that of a man, venom dripping from his words.

    Johan and his friends froze; the man''s sudden aggression caught them off guard. Jake, ever the group''s peacemaker, spoke, his voice steady.

    "Hey, man, just take it easy. We don''t want any trouble. Is it the game? Here, you can have it."

    Jake offered his copy of the CoL, but the man was uninterested in negotiation. He walked through the group with a terrifying aura until he stood directly before Johan. It was like a storm of hatred and desperation emitted from his body.

    "...You..." he hissed, pointing the blade at Johan. "I''ve always hated you."

    "...Me? Do I even know you?" Johan asked as he stared down the knife, his anger simmering beneath the surface of his skin.

    But before the conversation could continue, a voice shouted, "He''s got a knife!" The man faltered, startled by the voice and crowd turning their attention to him.

    He took one final look at Johan before spitting in his face and sprinting through the crowd.

    For a moment, Johan stood still, rooted to the spot, wiping the spit from his face. His heart raced, disbelief washing over him, the weight crashing down on him. The world around him became a blur of sound and motion as irritation and humiliation roiled within him.

    "Hey, you alright?"

    Jake''s voice cut through Johan''s haze, but he couldn''t respond. His mind was elsewhere, consumed by the injustice of the situation. The audacity of the hooded man ignited a fire within him that burned hotter with each passing second.

    Without thinking, Johan took off, driven by a primal need for retribution or, in simpler terms, revenge.

    "Johan! Stop!" Jake and Chris called out, but he was already far ahead, weaving through the crowded streets until the hooded man appeared before him, sprinting ahead.

    The chase led him through narrow alleys and busy sidewalks. The hooded man maneuvered around the obstacles in his path, shoving people to the side if he had to. Johan''s breath came in sharp gasps, his legs burning with effort as he pushed himself to close the gap.

    Finally, with a sudden burst of speed, Johan caught up, tackling the man. The impact sent them both crashing onto the pavement. Johan pinned the man down; his fist clenched as he blacked out, unleashing a flurry of blows to make the man pay for what he''d done.

    But before he knew it, Jake and Chris were by his side.

    "Johan! Ease up!" Chris yelled, dragging him off the man.

    Johan watched as the hooded man struggled beneath Jake''s hold, and the night erupted into even more chaos. The crowd''s murmurs blended with a distant wail that took some time to make out: police sirens.

    "...Shit... Someone called the cops. We need to get out of here," Chris warned as the flashing red-and-blue lights drew closer, bullying their way through traffic.

    In a desperate motion, the hooded man used all his might and shoved Jake off him. He reached into his pocket and drew a gun, aiming it directly at Johan.

    The gun glinted ominously under the billboard lights as he stared down the barrel.

    "Are you for real?!" Johan growled. "You think pulling a gun on me will make things any better for you?!"

    "Say another word... I dare you..." the man threatened, this time his grip on the gun tightened, and his finger twitched dangerously close to the trigger.

    Jake''s eyes darted around the area as the crowd began to scatter at the sight of the weapon. "Johan, don''t tempt him... He''s not kidding..."

    But regardless of the warning, in a split-second moment, the gun fired, and Johan''s world descended into slow motion.

    The bullet emerged from the gun in a graceful arc. Its silver casing illuminated as it sliced through the air. Johan''s eyes locked onto it, the sharp metallic whine of its trajectory piercing right towards him.

    He could see every detail, from the bullet''s rifling marks and wobble as it sped toward him to the light''s fleeting reflection dancing across its surface.

    Time stretched endlessly as the bullet was about to close the distance, but then a blinding light engulfed Johan, consuming everything around him in an intense radiance.

    The world warped and blurred, the sensation of being pulled through a vortex encircling him as reality faded into the light.

 Chapter 2: Place Between Worlds

    His eyes fluttering softly, Johan blinked slowly before they fully reopened. All he could see was pitch-black¡ªnothingness¡ªa void that stretched endlessly in every direction.

    The darkness was heavy as he began to walk. It suffocated him like a blanket, sapping the warmth from his skin. The ground replied with a hollow thud, reverberating in the silent void with each step he took.

    It didn''t take long before he realized he was no longer in the world that was so familiar to him. He was no longer in New York City. He was no longer in Manhattan.

    But where else could he have been?

    Attempting to clear his blurry vision, Johan viciously rubbed his eyes, but as he did this, a dim light from an unnoticed source paved a path across the terrain.

    With the help of the small ray of light, faint shapes began to materialize out of the fog, revealing a most mysterious sight¡ªrugged buildings and cobbled streets that, upon further examination, seemed to belong to another time.

    "Great, just what I needed," Johan muttered as he walked around the buildings. "First, I''m spat on. Now this?"

    Fighting off the unease biting at his core, Johan took hesitant steps before compelling himself to continue marching forward. The buildings loomed over him like crumbling ancient monoliths that whispered tales of the forgotten and decay.

    Steadying his nerves, he took a deep breath, his mind trying to understand everything that had happened. "Alright, Johan, focus up. How did we get here? Man, this is all kinds of weird..."

    "Is there anyone out there!" Johan cried out, but the silence remained unbroken.

    The veil of the fog began to open up even more, just enough for him to see that he was walking through some village of the past, one without any signs of life.

    Rounding a corner, he thought he saw movement¡ªa flicker of shadow in the corner of his eye. His heart quickened, but when he turned to look, there was nothing¡ªonly darkness.

    "...This is becoming a bit too much for my liking..." Johan muttered, but he was determined not to let the creepiness of the unknown silence get to him.

    He pressed on, and the village unfolded before his eyes like a labyrinth of narrow alleyways, each turn leading him deeper. But as he wandered through the maze-like streets, anxiety seeped into his bones. The air felt thick with impending doom, making one''s skin crawl.

    Then he encountered them¡ªshadowy figures moving slowly through the dim light piercing the fog. His pulse quickened when the light grazed one of their faces¡ªit was a man.

    "Hey! What is this place?! Do you know where we are?!"

    The man paid Johan''s words no heed, ignoring them completely. His eyes seemed fixed ahead on some unseen point in the distance; his movements were mechanical and empty of purpose.

    Johan watched as the man continued to walk forward before his body collapsed into the solid trunk of a tree, falling to the ground with a sickening thud. But instead of reacting like any average person would, he rebounded, standing up to repeat the same action, walking into the tree again.

    It was as if the man had caught himself trapped in an endless loop.

    "What the hell is going on here...?" Johan muttered, frozen at the sight unfolding before him.

    Johan approached the man cautiously, reaching out to stop him from his mindless actions. "Hey... hold on."

    He grabbed the shoulder of the man, stopping him in his tracks. "I''m talking to you... Are you crazy? Snap out of it."

    The man turned, and for a second, his face morphed into a grotesque mask resembling that of a primal fear, the Leviathan. A wave of cold terror washed over Johan, sending shivers down his spine.

    The man''s eyes had become hollow and void of life. It was as if his essence had been consumed by darkness, leaving only an empty shell behind.

    Johan stumbled backward, his heart pounding through his chest. But as he flinched from the surreal sight, it quickly disappeared, and the man''s face returned to normal before resuming his relentless march into the tree.

    "...Shit... What''s going on here?" Johan whispered, shaking his head to clear the disturbing image. "Am I seeing things?"

    Frustration and helplessness welled inside him as he watched the man continue his pointless action. "Just walk around the damn tree," he said aloud, his mind racing with questions.

    "...What did I get myself into?"

    Johan pressed on despite everything around him and the fear that began to boil within him. He was determined to find answers.

    Was he dreaming? Or was this hell in disguise?Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.

    But he knew he had to be ready for anything, whatever the case.

    He ventured deeper into the village, walking the gloomy streets as the dread grew more robust. The alarming sights and sounds weighed heavily on his consciousness as he encountered more inhabitants.

    Men, women, and even children alike whose actions mirrored those of the first, their movements automated, repetitive, and barren of any spark of life.

    Then, a sudden realization began to take hold of him as memories of the bullet flooded his brain, eating away at the edges of his mind. "...Don''t tell me, but am I dead?"

    After pondering the thought for a bit longer, Johan clenched his fist. "Goddamn it! I''m dead, aren''t I!? Dying young wasn''t on my list of things to do!"

    Then, as if to answer his cry, the fog opened a small clearing overlooking a yawning abyss of darkness that seemed to stretch into eternity.

    "That''s the only answer... I must be dead. I have to be. I''m strong, but not strong enough to take a bullet to the dome," Johan whispered, his voice trembling under the reality of his situation.

    "...So, then this place must be the afterlife? Damn, I guess I wasn''t good enough to be sent to a place with beautiful Goddesses floating around who wanna feed me grapes."

    As Johan fell victim to his perverted thoughts of women with white, luscious wings feeding him grapes from the vine, the darkness from the abyss seemed to close in. It was as if it had drawn him to the cliff''s edge.

    Like a siren and her call, the void beckoned out for him, promising oblivion and bliss. He stepped closer, the darkness below pulsing with a life of its own.

    Thoughts began to bombard his mind. What was the point of fighting the inevitable? If he was already dead, what harm could come from taking one final leap into the abyss?

    Seemingly, as if planned, a melodic female voice interrupted his intrusive thoughts of leaping into the unknown. Johan then found himself face-to-face with a small creature floating at eye level.

    She was a tiny imp, about two feet tall, with delicate, gossamer wings that shimmered in shades of green and purple. Her skin was a soft, muted lavender, and her large, expressive eyes were those of a curious child. Pointy ears peeked through her wild and tousled hair, which danced like wisps of smoke around her face.

    "What do we have here? A functional mortal, I see," the imp said as her tone trickled with delight and much curiosity. "You''re thinking about jumping in there, aren''t you? I advise you don''t. It''ll do no good for you in the end."

    Johan stumbled back from the cliff''s edge. Startled, his eyes widened as he tried to speak, but nothing came out. He had lost his voice in the presence of this new and strange creature.

    "I hope you know you''re not dead," the imp stated before he could voice his many questions.

    On the defensive, Johan crossed his arms. "Oh, yeah? Then where am I? And how did I end up here?"

    "All will be revealed in good time, mortal. But for now, let''s say you''re in a place between worlds."

    "A place between worlds?" Johan repeated. "...Limbo? So, I am dead, and who the hell are you?"

    The imp giggled. "I told you already, you''re not dead, and as for me, I am your guide."

    "My guide?" Johan muttered. The look on his face made it clear that he was suspicious of the talking imp. "So, what''s your game? You stopped me from jumping. What do you want from me?"

    The imp floated closer to his face. "What do I want from you? Hmm, well, you have a destiny to fulfill. I can''t have you throwing yourself into the abyss. Not yet, at least."

    "Destiny, huh?" Johan scoffed. "Sorry, not interested. Especially in the afterlife."

    The imp began to chuckle again, her laughter sending a chill through Johan as it echoed around them. He paused, unsure of how to respond.

    "You''re certainly a funny one, much different than the others, but I''m telling you... You''re not dead."

    Clouded by the confusion of the imp''s cryptic riddle of words, Johan said, "Just tell me, where am I."

    Excitement danced in the imp''s eyes as she gave him a playful grin. "You are inside a place known as the Penumbra."

    "...The Penumbra...? It would help if you guys had a better PR team. What kind of name is that?"

    "The name comes with the territory," the imp remarked as she chuckled softly.

    "Alright, so let''s say I agree with what you said, and I''m not dead. Then what am I doing here? And why am I here talking to you, a floating imp?"

    "Ah, now there''s the question I was waiting for. Why are you here? Well, you''re here because, like I said, you have a destiny to fulfill. You have a role to play in the grand scheme of things," she replied. "You see, mortal, the Penumbra is a realm of darkness and despair. A place where humans caught in it wander, trapped for all eternity."

    "That still doesn''t explain why I''m here. It sounds fun and all, but I want to go home. And all this talk about destiny, what if I say screw your destiny?"

    The imp''s eyes broadened. "Oh, you can try, but best believe that destiny always has a way of getting what it wants."

    Johan glanced over the abyss, the void below, pitch black as if it would swallow anything whole. "Enough talk about all this destiny crap. So, what now? I wander around here forever?"

    "No, not forever," the imp corrected him. "But for as long as it takes to accept your destiny. Your purpose for being here."

    "Great. Just what I needed," Johan muttered sarcastically. "More existential bullshit..."

    "You''re a funny one. I like you."

    "Yeah, yeah," Johan muttered, waving the imp off as he walked away. "Who doesn''t?"

    "Hey, wait. Where are you going?" the imp asked, hovering alongside Johan.

    "To look for a way out of this place," Johan confidently asserted.

    "Why not just ask me for help? If you ask politely, I''ll surely help. I am your guide, after all."

    "Now, why would I do that? I told you already, I''m sure as hell won''t be accepting any of destiny''s calls."

    "Funny and stubborn, are we?"

    "Call it what you want. I''ll find a way out of here on my own."

    "But really, I can help." The imp''s voice took on a more serious tone. "I can help you escape the Penumbra. All it takes is making a sanctioned vow with me. My power in exchange for your cooperation. With my help, you can leave this place behind."

    "Yeah, right. I''m not making any vows with you or anyone else here. I like having a soul, so I''ll keep mine, thank you."

    The imp smiled slightly. "You''re very different than the others; I''ll give you that. But remember, the Penumbra is a dangerous place. It doesn''t let people go easily."

    Ignoring most of her words, Johan replied, "What do you mean by ''the others?'' You keep on comparing me to who? The braindead out there wandering?"

    The imp floated higher into the air as her body faded into a shadowy mist. "Just don''t say I didn''t warn you. Good luck, mortal. You''ll need it," she replied with a chuckle.

    And with that, she was gone just as quickly as she appeared, leaving Johan alone with his thoughts and the eerie silence around him. He stood there momentarily, his mind processing everything that had occurred.

    But regardless of what the talking imp said, one thing still wasn''t clear¡ªwas he dead? Even still, he wasn''t going to give up. He had to find a way out of the Penumbra and back home.

    Although the imp had said he had a destiny to fulfill, Johan wasn''t interested. He was only interested in survival, and he was damn sure going to make it out of this place¡ªon his terms.

 Chapter 3: Until Death Do Us Part

    Johan continued throughout the Penumbra, his footsteps the only echoing thing in the emptiness, amplifying the sound of his heart beating through his chest.

    "... What''s going on...? I don''t feel too good," he mumbled, pausing to catch his breath.

    His hand gripped his chest, and each inhalation felt like a chore. The air was thick with what seemed like decay clinging to the fog around him, his nerves fraying with every passing moment.

    Shadows moved with an unsettling rhythm, disjointed forms lurking just out of sight. The village seemed to be a contorted reflection of reality, and the air pulsed as if the very fabric of existence was about to unfold.

    Despite the upsetting fear coiling within his gut and the way his body felt, Johan continued. Every step he took felt like a burden while the darkness swirled around him like a living entity, suffocating him in the fog; questions began to plague the edges of Johan''s mind.

    The Penumbra, what was this place? Not to mention, he still needed to learn how he arrived here.

    "Alright, let''s keep it together, Johan," he muttered, taking a big exhale to calm his nerves, but as he relaxed, something else drew his attention from the corner of his eye.

    Farmers, a group of them toiled in the field. Again, their movements were mechanical and predictable, like all the others Johan had encountered. As he approached them, caution overtook curiosity, and he instantly realized something was wrong.

    Though they had long broken the ground, their shovels struck nothing but air. They persisted with an eerie passion, although they made no effort to reach down and shovel the dirt. Their eyes were vacant and glazed, trapped in an endless cycle.

    Johan took another step closer but was shocked when the farmers turned toward him with hollow eyes before slowly returning to their meaningless labor.

    Moving discreetly by the group, Johan glimpsed a structure looming through the fog. As he approached, he noticed large hay bales outside¡ªit was a barn.

    "Hello? Is anyone in here?" Johan asked as he stepped inside. "Anyone with a brain? Who can speak for themselves?"

    Johan began to look around, but suddenly, his instincts screamed that this place wasn''t safe and that he wasn''t alone. The farmers had followed him, but their numbers swelled as they flooded the barn.

    Cornered against the wall of the deteriorated building, Johan muttered, "Seriously? It''s just not my day, huh?"

    The farmers slowly moved as Johan failed at negotiating with them. He clenched his fists, ready to defend himself. "Hey, didn''t anyone tell you guys twenty verses one isn''t cool?"

    The farmers did not attack. Instead, they stalked Johan, staring blankly at him as they edged in bit by bit.

    "What''s your deal?! Do you guys have something to say or not?!" Johan yelled, his frustration boiling over like a hot kettle. "Let''s see what you got!" he said, challenging the farmers.

    Twenty verses one was right, but Johan wasn''t an idiot. He knew brute force wasn''t the answer, at least for now. The numbers game had him beat.

    He scanned the barn for a way out. A way to escape, but a thought began gnawing at him¡ªWhy were they acting this way? Was there someone or something inside the Penumbra controlling the farmers?

    Then, the true horrors of the Penumbra began to reveal itself. The once-human farmers twisted and warped, their bodies distorting into monstrous abominations. Their faces transformed into hideous masks resembling a leviathan with too many eyes and too many teeth to count.

    "...Damn, there''s no way out?" His back against the wall, sweat trickled down Johan''s forehead as panic reached for his throat. "...Just another challenge to overcome..."

    A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Guess you guys didn''t get the memo¡ªlike I said before, it''s bad manners to gang up on someone."

    Quick thinking, Johan shattered the window next to him, ignoring the glass slicing into his hands as he jumped through.

    Bolting across the field, he didn''t know where to run. All he knew was that he needed to escape the monsters that pursued him. His heart was running a mile a minute, but sadly for Johan, the monsters weren''t far behind.

    No matter how fast he ran, he couldn''t shake them. Back inside the village streets, Johan looked around, surrounded by the monster-like farmers closing in with terrifying speed.

    "Great, just my luck... Outnumbered and running into a wall. Talk about a classic rookie mistake," he muttered, realizing too late that he had run into a dead-end.

    Johan trembled as he looked down at his hand, shaking viciously. "...This is a first... I''m scared..."

    The horde blocked his path, but Johan wasn''t one to give up so easily. He clenched his fist, and with a chuckle, adrenaline and exhaustion began to surge through him.

    "Let''s get this over with!" Johan growled and, without a doubt, launched himself into battle, fist flying with wild precision like a cornered beast fighting for its life.

    The monsters were relentless, swarming him like hyenas in the night. For every one Johan knocked down, two more surged forward to take its place. Although he had held his own for the time being, the numbers game began to outpace his fist.

    In the blind of an eye, the now less-than-human farmers raised their hands, and their nails grew. Razor-sharp claws now replaced the nails as they rushed Johan, raking across his body and face, shredding through his flesh.

    Each slash he received sliced through his clothing and body, ripping his skin and sapping his strength.

    Lying in a pool of blood, Johan felt his consciousness slipping away like sand through his fingers. His vision began to dim, swallowed by the encroaching darkness. Each breath was a struggle as he coughed up crimson, memories, and regrets flashing before his eyes in a chaotic montage.

    Is that it? All this way, to die here? Alone. Johan thought bitterly as he slowly reached for his chest, his hand instantly covered in red from his wounds. His eyes began to close, and the darkness threatened to consume him. Numbness washed over his body, dulling the pain that had once felt so sharp.

    His limbs felt weightless, disconnected from his mind with a strange sense of detachment. It was as if he were slipping into a dream, the throbbing aches of his wounds fading into an unsettling calm.

    "Maybe that pipsqueak of an imp was right..." Johan thought aloud, a final spark of realization igniting in his fading consciousness. "...I wasn''t dead... Until now..."

    Just as his final seconds of life seemed to ebb away, his eyes closed, and a jolt surged through his body. His eyes flew open, and he found himself back inside the barn.

    He patted himself down, surprised to see that he was uninjured. All of his wounds had healed, and his clothing was intact. Johan collapsed in a heap, gasping for air, but another sight surprised him.

    The imp from before hovered above him, her eyes piercing into his.

    "...Hold on... What happened? I was..." Johan stammered, continuing to pat his chest and face.

    After regaining his composure, he recounted his harrowing ordeal to the imp who listened intently. His words tumbled out in a rush as he described the monsters that pursued and attacked him.

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    But as he spoke, he couldn''t stop the doubt from creeping into his mind¡ªwas this all just in his head?

    "I did warn you, didn''t I? Even the most courageous of you mortals would cower before the horrors of the Penumbra," the imp stated. "This is where the lines between reality and deception blur, and the entity here wants you dead."

    Johan gasped; his breathing was still irregular. He did everything to regain his composure. "...Is talking in riddles all you can do? If that''s the case, then piss off."

    The imp hovered closer, staring at him blankly. "Your silly antics won''t help you now."

    Johan had enough and raised his hand, swatting at the imp who easily dodged. "Enough of your babbling. You think I''m just going let some entity kill me without a fight?"

    Quickly, Johan felt a brutal hit to his forehead. The imp had flown right into him, slightly knocking him back. Gently caressing his forehead, Johan hissed. "Now, what the hell was that for?"

    "You need to listen to others before sprouting out words. This entity thrives inside of the Penumbra. It is not a plaything. It will send its subordinates after you and exploit every weakness out of you. Courage alone won''t be enough."

    The imp''s words made Johan falter; he knew there was significance to them, but who was he for this so-called entity to even want to take his life? It sounded all absurd to him.

    "...Well, you know, it''d be a lot easier if I had a way to defend myself in here," Johan began to speak, but at the barn''s entrance, something caught his eye.

    Johan and the imp glanced over, only to realize the farmers had reappeared, blocking the entrance.

    "Hmm, they''re back," the imp stated as their bodies twitched as if glitching on a screen.

    "...No, shit, Sherlock... So, what do we do?" Johan asked as he watched their bodies merge into a swirling vortex of pitch-black nothingness.

    "We? They don''t want me. They want you. ''I''ll find a way out of here on my own.'' Weren''t you the one who said that?"

    The imp began to chuckle, her laughter filling the barn as a cold shiver ran down Johan''s spine. Out of the vortex of blackness, a single creature stepped out. It was unlike anything he''d ever seen.

    It was a creature that resembled a twisted fusion of human bodies melded into an elevated form. Its body was an incoherent mass of limbs, torsos, and half-formed faces, with several arms sprouting from its sides and twisting around each other in various directions.

    Its skin was pale and translucent, showing traces of veins beneath it. Some of its faces had half-lidded, hollow eyes that stared blankly, and its mouths were slightly open in silent screams.

    Instead of one singular head, multiple faces were embedded in various parts of its body, giving the impression of constant, unending suffering.

    "The Nameless Many is what they call this one," the imp explained as the twisted creature swung its limbs, and the barn began to crumble around them. "So, what do you say? Want to take me up on that offer now?"

    The Nameless Many seemed out of control or, more so, enraged after locking on Johan. It began to make its way towards him. Its run was more of a lurching, dragging movement. Its many arms violently jerked as if trying to claw or pull away from its body.

    When it moved, the sounds of dragging and crunching echoed through the barn alongside the debris falling from the rooftop, and occasional muffled groans escaped from its many mouths, unintelligible and eerie, like distorted echoes of people long lost to the Penumbra.

    "...I guess I have no choice..." Johan muttered as he considered his options as he faced danger head-on. "Fine! I''ll do it! I''ll go through with the vow!"

    "Good, because in the grand scheme of it all, it''s not like you had a choice, anyway," the imp said with a smile before a sudden ray of light pierced through the crumbling barn, flooding it with a warm, radiant glow.

    The imp vanished into the light that halted the Nameless Many in its tracks. But soon, from the shimmering ray emerged a woman whose appearance was nothing less than mesmerizing.

    Her rich brown skin glowed softly under the ethereal light. Almond-shaped eyes that glistened like pools of liquid onyx. Flowing coils of dark ebony hair that cascaded around her shoulders, each strand seemed to dance with a life of its own.

    She was fashioned with a swirling opaque mist that clung tightly to her body like a second skin¡ªrevealing just enough to tease the mind while leaving much to the imagination.

    With each step, the tendrils of the dark fog coiled and twisted around her, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence.

    It was as if she were the living embodiment of darkness itself, in contrast to the heavenly glow of the light emanating from her.

    "Now, hello... Who do we have here?" Johan uttered; his tone was sleazy.

    But he had no care to hide it. Beautiful women had always been his weakness.

    "So, after all this time, now you decide to ask me my name?" the woman chuckled, her beauty drawing Johan''s attention from his impending danger. "I''m Sanity, your guide."

    "...Sanity...?" Johan repeated, still hypnotized by her looks, but disbelief flooded his mind.

    The once devilish-looking, annoying piece of imp had transformed into a stunning woman. How could this be?

    "Johan, we don''t have much time. Let''s seal our vow," Sanity said, pulling him closer with an irresistible touch, her hand gently caressing his cheek.

    "Hey, hold on..." Johan gently grabbed her hand. "I never told you my name."

    "Of course, you didn''t, but I''ve known it all along," Sanity replied with a smile, but Johan didn''t hear a word. He couldn''t help himself, his eyes shamelessly roaming over her.

    "Eyes up here, okay?" she told him. "Now, stay still... With this sanctioned vow, we''ll be together forever. Until death do us part..."

    With a graceful motion, Sanity leaned in, her lip pressing against his. The kiss was intoxicating, sending a surge of energy coursing through Johan''s veins.

    When he opened his eyes, the barn was no longer there. Instead, he was floating alongside Sanity in a realm where light and dark intertwined in a cosmic dance.

    Light and dark, the two opposing forces clashed until the flames of the celestial light consumed the darkness around them.

    The shadows of the Penumbra shrank in fear, fleeing from the light as Johan and Sanity stood before the remnants of the Nameless Many, dissolving into thin air.

    "Now, that was a nice kiss. Don''t you think? Much better than all the others I''ve locked lips with," Sanity teased, pulling him in. "Listen closely. The Penumbra has many more challenges in store for you."

    Sanity''s words made no sense throughout Johan''s mind, no matter how hard he tried to understand them. "But, Sanity... I don''t know what I''m supposed to do. I don''t get it at all.

    "I know, I know, Johan, but rest assured." Sanity leaned in, close enough to whisper into his ear. "Everything you''ll need to aid you in your journey is in my system."

    On cue, a HUD system notification appeared in front of Johan, its spectral glow illuminating the words:

    [System Notification]

    [Congratulations! You have received the Sanity System!]

 Chapter 4: Frozen Silence

    Johan awoke to a searing warmth striking his face. A warmth that reminded him of those endless summer days spent lounging on the beach. His eyes slowly adjusted, and his world flipped on its head for the second time.

    Greeted by a circular orb hanging high above, Johan raised his hand to shade himself¡ªthe sun was blazing in an ocean-blue sky.

    "...Oh, it''s just the sun. Thought I would never see that again," he muttered, sprawled out on the ground, squinting against the intensity of the rays. "It feels like someone just yanked me from an eternity of darkness."

    Memories flooded his mind as he collected his thoughts, but one stood out clear as day: Sanity. Her beauty practically had Johan kicking his feet in the air; even in his bizarre situation, he couldn''t get women off his mind.

    "This is how they make ''em around here; maybe this place isn''t so bad after all."

    Dispelling his wandering thoughts, he forced himself upright, looking better at his surroundings. But to his surprise, he saw confused villagers who filled the streets; their reactions were that of a chaotic mix.

    Some laughed and cried tears of joy, while others clung to one another, trembling as if they had just survived some natural disaster, but everything around them was intact.

    Hmm, strange. Who are these people? Johan thought to himself as he watched on, but then, a sense of d¨¦j¨¤ vu chewed at him, an itch he couldn''t quite scratch. The last thing he could remember was standing alongside Sanity inside the Penumbra.

    But as he surveyed the area, everything felt oddly familiar. The layout, structures, even some of the people¡ªthe thought racing through his mind.

    Then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit him.

    He had awoken in the same village from inside the Penumbra, but the scenery was different this time. The town was intact, the buildings stood firm, and the sun shone brightly overhead.

    It''s like he stepped into a parallel world.

    A wave of relief washed over him as his shoulders relaxed, but as quickly as they loosened, confusion and worry tightened them again.

    Something didn''t add up.

    His eyes fell on a group of men clad in medieval armor crafted from dark steel and polished to a mirror-like sheen. Each breastplate bore engravings of lines and swirls as their pauldrons flared outward, giving their frames a broad appearance.

    Additional plating on their arms and legs moved fluidly with each subtle weight shift. Their gauntleted hands rested near the hilts of their swords, which hung sheathed at their hips.

    "Is it Halloween already?" he thought aloud as he watched them aid the helpless villagers.

    But as he watched, the men''s eyes fell on him. Shortly after, they began making their way over. As they drew closer, their expressions were not welcoming.

    Johan recognized that look all too well¡ªa look of suspicion.

    "I can''t seem to catch a break, huh?" he mumbled, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle.

    How had he ended up back in this town? And why were these men in metal armor looking at him like he was some freak?

    Questions swirled his mind as the men surrounded him. Johan raised his hand slightly in a gesture meant to be non-threatening..."Yo, maybe you guys can help me out a bit. I''m not from here, and I''m¡ª"

    Before he could finish his sentence, the men drew their swords in unison, the sound of steel slicing through the air sharply as a silent warning not to test their patience.

    "You! State your name, now!" one of the men demanded.

    "Hey! Easy there, no need to be waving that thing around. I''m harmless, see?" Johan explained as he waved his hands, revealing he was unarmed.

    "A wise guy, huh? Don''t even think about moving a finger until the captain gets here," another ordered, his sword pointed directly at Johan.

    He tried to remain calm, although more questions bombarded Johan''s mind. Instead, he bottled his frustrations. The situation was already tense enough without adding fuel to the fire.

    Just then, familiar voices drove their way through from the crowd of villagers.

    "Johan! Over here!"

    Johan turned quickly, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on a sight that made his heart race with relief. "...It can''t be..."

    His friends¡ªJake, Chris, Sarah, and Maya¡ªwere pushing through the mass of people toward him.

    "Wait... Hold on. What are you guys doing here...?" Johan''s voice was low, almost a whisper, as he glanced at the men, still watching him closely with their swords drawn.

    "Don''t worry; he''s with us," Maya said to the men, and Johan''s jaw dropped in surprise when they nodded and sheathed their swords. "But, yeah, it''s a long story, Johan. One second, Sarah and I are running after you guys, and the next, we''re in some random field."

    "Woah, Maya. You can''t just skip over that."

    "...Skip over what?"

    "They listened to you. Why the hell are they listening to you?"

    "I don''t know. I''m pretty, I guess? But they''ve been helping us out since we''ve got here."

    "...Pretty?" Johan sighed. "Figures. This whole situation''s a mess. We have to figure out what happened."

    "You know, I was almost certain we were dead. Or maybe just dreaming," Chris muttered, rubbing the grime off his glasses with his shirt. "But now... I''m not so sure."

    Sarah, always one to look beyond the obvious, chimed in, "I told you, none of that makes sense. Maya and I weren''t even near you when the shot went off¡ªand dreaming? Let''s be real here. How could we be having the same dream?"

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    Chris smirked, "I don''t know, a shared coma, maybe?"

    His sarcasm earned him a solid punch on the arm from Sarah.

    Jake spoke up. "She''s right. If we''re going off your theory, Chris, the only person who technically would be dead is..."

    All eyes turned to Johan, who crossed his arms, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "So, what? I''m a dead man walking, and you''re all figments of my imagination?"

    Just then, their collective attention shifted toward a man riding on horseback, clad in armor similar to the men watching them.

    But make no mistake, this one was different.

    The suit glistened in the sunlight like diamonds, refracting rainbow colors whenever the light hit just right. With a beard meticulously groomed to fit his chiseled jawline and a man bun, the color of daffodils crowned him with an almost ethereal quality.

    He looked like perfection¡ªor maybe even an angel.

    He didn''t speak immediately. Instead, he let his gaze drift over Johan, slow and meticulous, as if weighing something deep within him. He halted his horse directly in front of him.

    The silence stretched on, thick and overbearing, before he spoke. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"

    His voice was sharp, demanding attention and an immediate response.

    Maya started to speak, "This is¡ª"

    But the man cut her off with a stern look. "Please, with all due respect, my lady. Let him speak for himself."

    "...Of course, Captain."

    "Captain...?" Johan''s eyes tightened slightly.

    Why was Maya giving this guy so much respect? And what had happened during his time inside the Penumbra? Nothing made sense, but he knew he had to play along to find the answers he sought.

    "I''m Johan," he told the captain. "These are my friends, but honestly, I''ve got no clue about how I ended up here. One minute, I''m staring a bullet down, and the next I''m in¡ª"

    [System Error!]

    [Sharing information regarding the Penumbra is prohibited.]

    Johan froze at the mysterious message glowing before him. Strangely, no one else seemed to notice it. The glow brought his attention to the top left of his vision, which now displayed a status bar.

    What was all this? It was like a heads-up display from all the video games he used to play. His eyes wandered over the HUD display before the captain repeated his question, snapping him back to reality.

    Johan tried to respond, explaining his meeting with Sanity, but another error message flashed, silencing him.

    [System Error!]

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    "Alright, this is getting old, quick, and it''s starting to piss me off, too," Johan grumbled, but he knew getting angry wouldn''t solve anything.

    He needed to figure out what was going on¡ªand fast.

    "Johan, this is Captain Enfys," Jake explained, trying to calm the situation. "He and his men have been helping us since we got here. Just answer his questions, alright?"

    "Don''t you think I would have if I could?" Johan replied, and Enfys''s gaze darkened as the two locked eyes, clearly irritated by Johan''s lack of response.

    Johan''s silence only fueled Enfys''s suspicion, and his patience wore thin as he drew his sword, a weapon that, upon first impressions, looked like it had never seen battle before.

    "Very well, then, if you''re not going to talk to me, I know someone to whom you''ll have no choice but to speak your truth," Enfys told Johan, his words as cold as the blade he lowered toward him.

    Johan prepared for the worst. He knew this wouldn''t end well, but what else could he do?

    "Blue..." Enfys uttered, and the tip of his sword began to shimmer, radiating with an array of lights and colors, eventually settling into a solid, icy blue.

    A chilling cold swept through the village, the air turning so frigid it felt like winter had suddenly descended. Johan braced himself, the chill so deep it could have frozen him over twice.

    Suddenly, the blue light from the sword emitted a beam that hit both of Johan''s hands, freezing them over in ice.

    "Hey, neat trick, but what did you do to my hands?!" Johan shouted, glancing down at his frozen shackles.

    Enfys stepped closer, his voice empty of emotion. "You''re coming with me. If you try anything, I won''t hesitate to cut you down myself."

    Enfys signaled to his men, who moved forward to apprehend Johan.

    The men quickly surrounded him, and although Johan''s mind drifted to escape ideas, the ice layer holding his hands held him back. Surprisingly, the ice was warmer than he expected, but that didn''t make the situation any less dire.

    "You''ll meet before the king for questioning. Let''s see if you hold your tongue then," Enfys stated as they led him and the others away.

    "The king...?" Johan repeated, and another plunging feeling of concern settled in his gut.

    Why did he suddenly feel like an outsider among his friends, dragged into a mess of deceit and betrayal?

    Johan knew that the uncertainty and danger grew heavier with every step. But he also did not know what awaited him before the king, but if they thought he''d roll over and play nice, they had another thing coming.

 Chapter 5: Prisoners of Circumstance

    Enfys''s men rode horseback along a dirt path following a singular wooden carriage. Horses were also pulling it, each creak of the wheels rumbling through the air as it rattled onward. Inside, Johan sat calmly, gazing out the window at the landscape.

    Usually full of laughter and chatter, his friends had fallen silent, intrigued by the rolling green hills and the scent of wildflowers that bloomed throughout the area.

    Viewing the scenery, Maya leaned halfway out the carriage window, letting out a musical laugh. The sunlight washed over everything, showering the countryside with a golden light. Creatures that looked like something from a children''s fantasy book frolicked in the fields.

    Johan yawned, but even he had to admit the sight was impressive¡ªthough not enough to distract him from the ice that bound his hands together.

    "Look at all of them!" Maya gasped, pointing to what seemed to be a cluster of fairies darting through the air. Like stained glass in sunlight, Maya was in awe as their wings shimmered, leaving behind pixie dust with each flutter. "They''re so beautiful!"

    Johan didn''t share her enthusiasm. "Yeah, real pretty. Until they decide to shoot fireballs at us or something."

    Maya shot him a playful look. "You should try enjoying this. When have we ever been able to witness something like this outside of a video game?"

    "Right," Johan said, his eyes drifting back to the horizon. "I''ll enjoy it when I''m not one step away from becoming an ice sculpture."

    Chris played with his glasses as he analyzed the wildlife grazing in the fields, his eyes tracking a herd of horned beasts grazing lazily. "Are those horns?" he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. "I wonder if they''re wild or domesticated."

    "Why would anyone want to risk domesticating that thing? It doesn''t look friendly to me," Johan remarked with a smirk.

    But Chris ignored him, too absorbed in his observations. Jake and Sarah pointed excitedly at something ahead; their faces lit up with awe.

    "...Woah, it''s like a world tree..." Sarah gasped, staring at the massive tree looming on the horizon, its branches twisting like an ancient titan reaching for the heavens. Glowing vines spiraled around its trunk, casting a faint, ethereal glow that pulsed like a heartbeat.

    "You''re right... It does," Jake muttered. "I''m starting to think we just might be inside CoL..."

    "Now that''s crazy talk," Johan said, glancing at the tree, unimpressed. "Seems like you''ve been reading too many web novels, Jake."

    "Then, how would you explain this?" Jake asked, and Johan yawned again before leaning back and shutting his eyes with a chuckle.

    "I told you, I''m a dead man walking, and you''re all figments of my imagination."

    "You''re impossible," Sarah told him as the carriage crested a hill, and a walled city appeared.

    The towering stone walls that ringed the city stood like an impenetrable fortress. Beyond them was a stunning sight¡ªspires that pierced the midday sky.

    "Great," Johan muttered. "More old buildings and fancy rocks."

    Sarah elbowed him playfully. "You should take Maya''s advice. Try living in the moment, Johan. You might enjoy it."

    Johan sighed. "But Sarah, I am living in the moment; I''m just not dazzled by shiny bricks, shitty pebbles."

    The carriage rolled toward the massive gates, where armored guards awaited, their steel helmets gleaming in the light. At the front, Enfys raised his hand. "Open the gates!" he barked.

    The guards groaned as they pushed the gates apart, and the carriage trundled into the city''s bustling heart. Merchants crowded the cobblestone streets, their colorful stalls overflowing with goods for trade.

    Children wove through the crowd, laughing and shouting as they played. Bright banners fluttered from every building, proudly displaying the kingdom''s crest.

    "Welcome back, Captain Enfys!" men and women shouted as the carriage rolled through the city streets. "I hope your travels went well!"

    Johan, however, remained unmoved. "Enfys, yeah, he could suck a fat one," he muttered, glancing around at the city''s display.

    Jake chuckled. "Come on, he doesn''t seem that bad of a guy."

    "You''re not the one with icicles for hands."

    "Well, it''s your fault," Chris explained. "You should have spoken up when you had the chance."

    "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Johan replied, his gaze lingering on the towering spires in the distance for a moment longer than he would admit.

    Soon enough, the carriage rolled to a stop before an imposing palace. Rose bushes lined the pathway leading to its doors, their scent mingling with the faint, heady aroma of incense. The towering doors, carved from dark wood and decorated with intricate designs, swung open as Enfys led them inside.

    Servants ran about in simple attire, their hurried steps contrasting with the grandeur of their surroundings. The palace was nothing short of prosperous¡ªgolden fabric draped the walls, and stained glass windows cast brilliant light patterns on the polished marble floors.

    "This way," Enfys commanded, and with a flick of his wrist, he broke the icy bind on Johan''s wrists.

    Johan flexed his fingers, surprised to feel no lingering pain. "Good to know he didn''t ruin my hands."

    Sarah leaned into the group. "I hope this king of theirs has some answers."

    "He better," Johan replied as they approached a grand door embellished with the same royal crest that flooded the city.

    Johan''s muscles tensed as the weight of the situation settled on him. He had to stay sharp.

    The king might hold answers¡ªbut he also had their fate in his hands.

    Jake yawned, placing his hands on Johan''s stiff shoulders. "Relax; I''ll handle the talking."

    Maya and Sarah exchanged questioning glances. "Maybe let us take point on this," Sarah suggested.

    "Yeah, diplomacy isn''t exactly a strong suit when it comes to you guys," Maya added.

    The doors swung open, revealing a throne room filled with finely dressed nobles. Their conversations ceased as they turned to stare at the newcomers walking in.

    Enfys whispered, "My only advice to you all... show some respect."

    With that, Enfys knelt, and the others followed suit, but only Johan''s knee touched the cold marble floor with reluctance.

    "Your Grace!" Enfys'' voice rang out. "I have brought the heroes, as you requested."

    Johan peered up at the throne. The king sat before them, his posture regal, his beard thick and white like a blanket of snow. His crown gleamed under the sun, streaming through the high windows.

    The king''s voice boomed through the throne room. "So, you are the Heroes of Prophecy?"

    The king stood slowly, his gaze sweeping over the group. "I am King Audemars Raignald, twelfth of my name. You are in Audemars, the capital of the Raignald Kingdom. We have awaited your arrival for many years."

    Maya cleared her throat, raising her head with careful poise. "Well... Your Grace, we don''t understand what you mean by ''heroes of prophecy.'' We don''t even know how we got here."

    Sarah raised her head. "One moment, we were in danger, and the next, we were in a field," she added.

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    The king''s brow furrowed in confusion. "In danger?"

    Chris hesitated before he gave the king an answer. "Yeah, some thief with a gun..."

    The king blinked. "A¡­ what?"

    Johan sighed, realizing where this was going. He could tell the king had no idea what a gun was. Not because he was an idiot, he most likely appointed the throne by blood, but because if they were using horses and wooden carriages to get around, a gun might as well be from another universe.

    "It''s like a tiny cannon that shoots a metal bullet. It''s pretty effective at killing things. But, uh, that''s not important right now. What is important is why you are calling us heroes. I don''t remember signing up for that gig."

    After hearing Johan''s comment, a whisper of voices spread through the chamber at his words as the nobles seemed intrigued by his explanation while others exchanged concerned glances.

    The king''s gaze turned icy. "Do not mistake me, boy. Enfys has already sent word of your situation. You are not one of the four. Speak out of turn again, and you''ll regret it. I will address you in due time."

    "Situation...?" Johan''s jaw tightened, but he stayed silent.

    Jake leaned in close to Johan. "They seem a bit on edge about you... Let us try to figure out what''s going on, okay?"

    The king continued, his voice calm but heavy. "Once every century, the prophecy foretells the coming of four heroes, chosen by fate, who will save our world from the Penumbra."

    Maya''s eyes widened. "The Penumbra?"

    "Yes, the Penumbra," the king replied. "Allow me to explain the history of our world, Eosdadalon. For centuries, we have faced a grave threat known as the Penumbra. It is a dark vacuum that devours everything in its path. Everything caught in its wake is lost forever. The prophecy describes your arrival from another world to combat this darkness.."

    The Penumbra...? Johan thought as he recalled his experiences inside it before speaking up. "Heroes? I think you''ve got the wrong band of friends. We''re just a bunch of nerds who like to kill time playing video games, not save-the-world types."

    "Watch your tongue, boy!" The king''s gaze hardened, cold and unyielding as he peered into Johan''s soul. "You stand in the presence of a king, not some commoner with whom you can jest. The prophecy does not bind you to our world, nor does it care for your reluctance. Speak out of turn again, and your head will decorate our city walls, a warning to any who dare forget their place."

    The king''s face remained impassive, but something flickered behind his eyes. It was brief¡ªbarely there¡ªbut Johan caught it¡ªa sharp, dangerous gleam.

    "The fate of Eosdadalon is not yours to mock," the king said, his voice cold.

    The king leaned forward slightly, his fingers tapping the armrest of his throne in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The room seemed to grow cold, and the heavy tapestries rustled as if they, too, sensed the shift in the air.

    It was the same look Johan had seen on the faces of gang leaders back home right before they decided whether to let a guy walk or bury him in a shallow grave.

    Muttering under his breath, Johan released a deep exhale. "Fine, guess I''ll just wait my turn to get decapitated, huh?"

    But even as the words left his mouth, he felt a sinking weight in his chest. He was mouthing off to royalty in some medieval fantasy world¡ªwas he that stupid?

    Or it was easier to make jokes than admit he had no idea what was happening. He had yet to learn what the Penumbra was and how they would survive this.

    Maya shot Johan a warning look. "Maybe we should let them explain?"

    The king didn''t even acknowledge Johan''s remark, his eyes shifting to the others. "You possess abilities that are crucial to the survival of our world. The Penumbra is not something you can walk away from. Your skills must be honed, your strength mastered. Eosdadalon''s future rests in your hands."

    Sarah crossed her arms, frowning deeply. "Abilities? We don''t have any abilities. You''ve got the wrong people for this. You''re asking us to fight some world-ending threat. We''re not soldiers. Like Johan said, we''re just a bunch of nerds who play video games. All we want is to go home."

    The king''s eyes darkened, but he spoke carefully. "You may not know your powers yet, but they will awaken in time. Each of you has a role to play in the fight against the Penumbra. You are not soldiers, but you are more than that now. A power flows through you, whether you like it or not. When the time comes, you will confront that power¡ªand master it. Or the darkness will consume us all."

    The king sighed, heavy with sympathy, as he continued. "I understand your frustration, but the truth is, I cannot offer the answers you seek. We do not even know how the prophecy chooses and summons its heroes. You are here not by choice but by fate. For now, this is your reality."

    Maya''s voice wavered with disbelief as she spoke, "But there has to be something we can do, right? We can''t be stuck here forever. What about our families and friends? Are you saying we have no way of getting back home?"

    The king''s gaze fell momentarily, his shoulders carrying the burden of a truth too heavy to soften. "I wish I could give you the answer you long for. But here, in Eosdadalon, you are all prisoners of circumstance."

    The weight of his words settled over them like a suffocating veil. Silence thickened in the room until Jake broke it. "We''re not giving up. We''ll find a way back, no matter what it takes."

    A faint smile tugged at the corner of the king''s lips, a flicker of something like respect in his eyes.

    "Your perseverance will serve you well in the days to come."

    "Hey, Your Grace," Chris stated, and the king nodded for him to speak.

    "The Penumbra."

    "What about it?"

    "Let''s assume, what if it wins?"

    "If it wins... That means failure and failure," the king began, "is far worse than death. The Penumbra does not merely destroy. It erases entire villages, cities, structures, and lands, gone as though they never existed. Men, women, and children lost to the black void. Their screams are cut short, and all that''s left is emptiness. There are no bodies to bury. No graves to mourn at."

    The silence that followed was stifling as the king''s words sank in. For the first time since Johan and his friends arrived in this world, it felt more than unfamiliar, but in a way, the world began to feel fragile.

    Chris, his fingers twitching at his side. "So if we fail¡­"

    "There will be nothing left to save," the king said, finishing the sentence.

    "But there is a way to save the people and our lands in the darkness. Our ancestors worked alongside the Heroes of Prophecy before you. Only the heroes could force the Penumbra back and help all of Esodadalon retake everything we''ve lost."

    The king''s words felt no longer like a setup to some game. Or if it was, it came with life-or-death consequences written all over it.

    "The path ahead will be challenging. Train, master your abilities, and learn to work together as a party. Only then will you stand a chance against the Penumbra."

 Chapter 6: Stranger in His Own Story

    Johan stood inside the throne room. His arms crossed as King Audemars continued his explanation of the prophecy and the dire state of the world he and his friends had found themselves summoned to, Eosdadalon.

    More questions and doubts swirled through his mind more than ever, like leaves caught in a gust of autumn wind.

    The king spoke of heroes summoned by fate and destinies, yet Johan wasn''t considered one of them. Why had he been dragged into this mess if he wasn''t one to be here? But the real question was why he had been the only one to wake up inside the Penumbra.

    The air in the room was heavy and somewhat thick with expectation as the king''s voice demanded the attention of everyone present.

    "I want you four to fear not. You four are the Heroes of Prophecy. You can rid Eosdadalon of the Penumbra. Even if you only drive the darkness back some, it is a win in our eyes."

    His friends exchanged excited glances, curiosity lighting up their eyes, but Johan raised an eyebrow at the king''s words.

    "Drive the darkness back? He must have lost his marbles underneath that crown," grumbled Johan.

    The king gestured behind him to a grand tapestry draped from the high ceiling. Within the fabric were intricate symbols new to Johan and his friends.

    At the center, a silver sword crossed with a golden shield gleamed¡ªthe emblem exuding strength and honor. Next, an arcane sigil shimmered, its glowing runes speaking of deep magical knowledge. Further along, a bow entwined with delicate vines and musical notes sat beneath a watchful green eye.

    Finally, a breathtaking image of a beautiful woman, her face serene and surrounded by a bright golden light and angelic wings, outstretched as if blessing those beneath her watch.

    "In our world," the king continued, "...many paths to power exist, each with their strengths and trials. You may wield divine grace, arcane mastery, primal skill, the power of song¡ªthe choice is yours."

    Jake muttered under his breath, "Just like a game..." His eyes glinted with excitement. Maya, her gaze locked on the figure of the winged woman, whispered, "Yeah, it feels like a gamer''s dream come true."

    Johan''s gaze flicked across the symbols on the fabric. Too bad none of that applied to him. What was left for a guy like him if he wasn''t supposed to be here? The one who they said didn''t belong.

    A twinge of bitterness darted in his chest. Enraptured by the king''s words, his friends practically buzzed with excitement. But Johan felt more like a spectator in their story.

    His friends¡ªthe so-called heroes¡ªhad their paths laid out before them. What was his role in all this?

    "There is no rush," the king said, his tone softening. "When the time comes, choose wisely. Your choice will determine your place in battle and shape your journey. Earn your experience and prove your worth."

    Johan''s friends hung on every word, their imaginations racing as the king''s explanation unfolded like the start of a grand adventure.

    "Now," the king finished, "go forth. Let your hearts guide you. You are the hope of this world."

    Johan''s thoughts churned with frustration, but a deeper, more profound, darker question festered beneath it.

    His friends were the heroes of this world, so what did that make him? A mistake? A glitch in someone else''s grand design?

    He glanced at his friends, their faces lit with excitement. They had a purpose, but he had nothing but questions. Johan stood apart, feeling more like an outsider than ever.

    "Hey, hold on," he interrupted, his voice cutting through the excited chatter. "What about me?"

    "...And what about you?" the king replied, and the room fell silent.

    The royals exchanged uneasy glances, but before anyone could answer, Captain Enfys stepped forward, his footsteps heavy against the marble floor.

    Enfys didn''t just walk; he stalked forward, his very presence commanding silence. His dark and unreadable eyes locked onto Johan.

    The captain of the royal guard was not one to mince words, nor did he tolerate insolence. There was a glint of something dangerous behind his calm demeanor¡ªan edge that made the air around him feel sharper, colder.

    Johan''s skin prickled under his gaze. It felt like Enfys saw through him for a split second, dissecting every thought and intention before Johan spoke.

    "Your Grace, this is the individual I''ve sent word of. He claims to have summoned alongside the heroes. However, his situation is unique. We were alerted to an unusual occurrence. When we arrived at the village for recon, the Penumbra somehow made its way and consumed it. Yet, when it suddenly vanished, we found him inside."You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

    The king''s cold gaze bore into Johan, his fingers curling around the armrests of his throne, knuckles white with barely restrained irritation. "Is this true?" he asked, each word deliberate, as if daring Johan to lie.

    For a moment, Johan''s mouth went dry. The king''s presence was overbearing, as though the air tightened with every breath. He could feel the weight of Audemars'' authority like an iron fist poised to crush him. But Enfys'' quiet scrutiny was worse.

    Johan nodded. "Yeah, that''s true, but... I have no idea how I got there."

    The king''s eyes reflected his suspicion. His expression was unreadable as he considered the implications of what he had just heard.

    "You were inside the Penumbra, and yet you stand before me claiming to have been summoned by the prophecy..." His voice was low, each word laced with doubt. "Tell me, what did you see inside?"

    Johan hesitated, the horrors he had witnessed inside the Penumbra flashing through his mind as the persistent black fog and faint whispers clawed at the edges of his sanity. All while feeling something ancient, watching his every move from the abyss.

    "Well, I¡ª"

    But in an attempt to explain the ordeal, a display materialized. An identical error message, similar to the one encountered when speaking to Enfys in the village, floated in front of Johan.

    "Come on, not this again," he grumbled,

    Every time Johan tried to recall it, his words choked in his throat as though the system''s prohibition was like a gag around his mind.

    "...That information is prohibited?" Johan muttered as he stared at the HUD screen, but the king''s sharp ears caught every word through the room''s stillness.

    "That information is prohibited?" the king repeated, his voice ominous. "Such audacity. Do you take me for a fool? You are no hero of prophecy. I will not tolerate disrespect, boy."

    With a wave of his hand, the king signaled his men. "Bring him closer."

    The men grabbed Johan''s arms, releasing him at the king''s throne.

    "You are guilty of withholding vital information," the king declared, his voice like the edge of a guillotine''s blade, final and without mercy. "For this, as sole ruler, I, King Audemars, banish you from the Raignald Kingdom, never to return."

    Johan''s heart pounded against his ribcage. The king''s verdict weight crushed him like a tombstone. His chest tightened as the men advanced, their heavy gauntlets seizing his arms. His body tensed, and he briefly considered fighting. But could he fight them off? The thought lingered until Enfys, standing calmly by, reminded him of the futility.

    If he fought back, there would be no back alley scuffle like in New York. He was in a kingdom, a world of swords and magic, and King Audemars'' word was law. Johan was just another outsider, already on the verge of being discarded.

    "...Banished? For what?!" Johan''s voice filled with frustration. "I''m not lying! I didn''t even ask to be here!"

    Johan tried to plead his case, but to no surprise, no one heeded them. Instead, the king and the nobles turned their attention to Johan''s companions as they stepped forward, begging for understanding.

    Maya''s eyes widened with panic, her voice trembling. "Please, Your Grace, Johan is not your enemy."

    Sarah trembled as she joined in. "He''s been with us from the beginning."

    Jake and Chris exchanged uneasy glances, the same fear flashing across their faces before they joined in.

    "He''s telling the truth."

    "We swear it."

    Standing beside Johan, Jake and Chris whispered urgently.

    "What are you doing? You''re causing many problems right now if you can''t tell."

    "Yeah, just answer the question. Or even better, say you don''t know."

    "I''m telling you guys... I can''t..." Johan hissed back. "It''s... complicated."

    "Fine. I got this..." Chris began, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before stepping forward. "Your Grace, I know it''s not my place, but our friend here has been through a lot. We all have. Couldn''t you give him a chance to rest before passing judgment?"

    The king studied them, his face softening as he took their heartfelt pleas. After a long pause, he sighed. "Very well. He may stay. But know this: he will never be one of you. He is not part of the prophecy. We shall have him imprisoned until he decides to speak. For now, he is considered a threat to us all."

    Johan''s gut wrenched as the king''s men closed in, leading him away.

    "We''ll get you out of this," Jake promised, but the distance between them already felt too vast.

    For the first time since arriving in this world, the total weight of his isolation hit him. Even with his friends pleading for him, it wasn''t enough.

    No prophecy to shield him, no magical destiny to protect him. He was alone¡ªan outsider in every sense of the word¡ªa stranger in his own story.

    The king''s men led Johan toward the chamber doors. A bitter taste filled his mouth, a taste of injustice. As he crossed the threshold, he turned back, meeting the worried eyes of his friends. The heavy doors of the throne room closed behind him, leaving only the echo of their words ringing in the air.

    How had they ended up in this strange world, let alone this alarming situation? They say it''s because of a prophecy, but who can say that''s true? Johan couldn''t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong, that he and his friends were merely pawns in a much larger game¡ªone whose rules he had yet to understand, orchestrated by forces far beyond King Audemars.

    "I''m that much of a threat, huh?" Johan chuckled bitterly as the men led him through the castle''s corridors.

    Johan''s thoughts raced, his mind working through possibilities. He needed to find a way to prove his innocence, to show that he wasn''t the enemy they thought he was. But how? The system stopped him from revealing what he knew.

    As the men led him away, Enfys fell into step beside Johan, his voice barely a whisper. "I''ve seen men who concealed truths before, Johan. It never ends well. Whatever secrets you''re hiding, I''d find a way to speak if I were you¡ªbefore it devours you whole."

    He didn''t wait for a reply, his eyes as cold and empty as the stone walls closed around them.

    After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at a set of iron doors¡ªcold, damp, and silent, except for the sound of water dripping from the ceiling. One of the men produced a key, the metal scraping against the lock as it turned.

    "In you go," one of the men grunted, slightly pushing Johan before slamming the door shut. The clang of metal on metal echoed through the dungeon, a grim reminder of his current predicament.

    The cell was small, barely large enough to stretch out, and the only light came from a sliver of daylight filtering through the metal bars of a small window above as Johan sat on the hard stone floor.

    "I''ll figure this out."

    Although his friends were considered the heroes destined to save this world, Johan knew he had a role to play, too, even if he didn''t fully understand it yet.

    With that, Johan leaned back, letting the cool stone wall support him as he settled in for his stay. He didn''t know what tomorrow would bring, but one thing was sure¡ªthe system, the prophecy, the Penumbra¡ªwhatever game they were playing, he wasn''t going down without a fight.

 Chapter 7: Shackles of Defiance

    In the grim confines of the dungeon, Johan sat quietly in the cell. A faint beam of moonlight slipped through the small window caged with iron bars, casting a slender ray across the cold stone floor.

    The walls seemed to close in, suffocating him with their weight, while the air thickened with the scent of damp mildew¡ªthe web of darkness, each strand tightening around him.

    Around his wrists were shackles, their iron grip as cold and rigid as the dungeon he was bound to. Their weight felt heavy, not just physically but symbolically, like a reminder of the fate thrust upon him.

    Banishment.

    "...What time is it, anyway?" Johan sighed.

    How long had he been sitting inside the cell? A few hours? Maybe? His concept of time had lost all meaning, and the sun had already set. Echoing in the distance were drops of water. It had become Johan''s only measure, a twisted version of a clock¡ªa slow beat that seemed to mock him.

    His body grew weary from the ordeals he had gone through. His eyes, heavy with fatigue, began to close. Just as his eyelids lowered, a faint light materialized before him. Johan blinked, his eyes adjusting to the strange light.

    Menus unfolded like the pages of an ancient tome¡ªinventory, sparse and bare. A minimap blinked in the corner, revealing nothing more than the cramped dimensions of the holding cell.

    For a moment, his incredulity warred with fascination as he stared at the screen.

    "...The Sanity System..."

    A status bar pulsed softly, alive with faint energy. An experience gauge shimmered in the corner, taunting him with its empty potential.

    Johan''s fingers twitched, reaching out as though to touch the screen. It reacted, shifting in response to his gesture, linking him to something greater than himself¡ªa world beyond the confines of his prison.

    His mind raced, drawn deeper into the intricacies of the system.

    Rows upon rows of grayed-out skills stretched before him¡ªa vast network of possibilities locked away. It was a skill tree, much like those he''d seen in countless games, each skill beckoning, waiting to be unlocked.

    He focused on a skill that promised to amplify his next attack. It felt tantalizingly close, yet so far away. He could almost hear the voices of his friends cheering him on, urging him to be more than just an outsider.

    A laugh bubbled up in his chest. "A skill tree¡­ even here? Those nerds would love this."

    Each movement within the menu filled him with a sense of possibility. It was strange yet exciting how the very fabric of the world seemed to respond to his commands. He felt alive again¡ªin a way, the shackles couldn''t bind.

    "Hmm, five skill points. Not much, but enough to start with."

    Johan''s fingers hovered over the "Unlock" option. Although the system felt like it, he knew what was to come wasn''t just a game anymore. Here, the choices weren''t about leveling up to face some raid boss; this was his reality and how he would survive in this world.

    What would unlocking these skills even mean? Would it make him more like them¡ªthe heroes? Or worse, more like the monsters from the Penumbra?

    He gritted his teeth, the pressure of his indecision building.

    "I didn''t ask for this," he muttered, staring at the glowing options. "So why does it feel like it''s controlling me?"

    Johan sighed. "I guess I did... It must all have something to do with my vow with Sanity."

    Just then, his gaze locked onto the quest tab. The words "Main Quest" stood out, bold and impossible to ignore: "Clear the Penumbra."

    Why did he have it as a quest? Clearing the Penumbra was a task that had fallen upon the chosen ones, his friends, the Heroes of Prophecy.

    It was a mission meant for those with destiny and purpose¡ªa mission that felt alien to him. But here it was, staring back at him as if daring him to rise to the challenge.

    His ears twitched, alerting him that he was no longer alone. As he marveled at the system''s intricacies, he had been unaware of the soft footsteps echoing through the dungeon.

    Each step seemed louder than the last, and then¡ªsilence.

    From the shadows, a figure emerged, hidden in a flowing black cloak that seemed to swallow the light. The hood concealed their face, but there was something almost unnatural about their presence, as though the shadows themselves bent to accommodate their steps.

    Johan stayed motionless, pressing his back against the cold stone wall.

    "Hey, could you leave me alone? I''m trying to get some shut-eye here."

    Was it one of the king''s men? He doubted it was a mere guard. Or what if it was? A guard on patrol?

    His thoughts rambled on.

    The figure stood just outside his cell, slender fingers reaching to draw back the hood. Johan watched as the hood revealed a face belonging to another world.

    "And who are you?" Johan asked as a woman stood before him. Her skin was smooth and pale, and her soft, milky glow gave her an almost luminous quality. A cascade of long, pink hair, shimmering like silk as it spilled over her shoulders, framed her delicate shape.

    Her eyes¡ªros¨¦-colored and gleaming faintly in the dark¡ªheld an intensity that captivated and unsettled.

    Without a word, she raised a key from the folds of her cloak. With a few swift turns, the cell door swung open.

    "Johan," she said, her voice soft. "I''ve come to offer you a chance at freedom. Will you accept?"

    "Freedom? Oh yeah? What''s the catch? Cause my days of making deals with pretty women are over."

    "There''s no catch. I want to help you."

    "Help me?" Johan blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with the surreal scene. "...Wait a second, you look familiar."Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!

    With a quiet smile, she knelt beside him, inserting a second key into the lock around his shackles. Sounds of metal rang out as the heavy chains clattered to the floor with a dull thud.

    "My name is Elara Audermas," she said calmly.

    "You were in the crowd today, weren''t you?"

    Johan rubbed his wrists, the cool air brushing against the skin where the shackles had been.

    "Yes. But I can''t entirely agree with my father''s ruling."

    "So, you''re the king''s daughter? I figured royalty had better things to do than bail out someone like me."

    "Well, I wouldn''t call this bailing someone out."

    "True. So, why are you here? To resolve some daddy issues, or is this just another brilliant scheme of his?"

    "...If you don''t leave here now, you''ll die."

    "... I''ll die? I thought the plan was to banish me..."

    "No. My father''s plans have changed."

    Her words had rushed him like a flood after rainfall. The daughter of the man who ruled this kingdom stood before him, delivering his death sentence but offering a lifeline in the same breath.

    It wasn''t the kind of gesture he''d expected¡ªespecially not from the princess whose father is the man who put him here.

    Elara shook her head, her silky pink hair shimmering faintly in the dim light. "I overheard my father and his council."

    Her words matched the coldest of the dungeon air. "My father and his council, they believe you''re too dangerous to let live."

    Her eyes drifted briefly to the small caged window and the moon. "They plan to execute you at dawn."

    The silence that followed was smothering, settling like lead in water. Johan''s mind reeled. All he could do was stare.

    If what Elara said was true, and his execution was on the horizon, his friends might lose more than just him. They could lose whatever slim chance they have to confront the inside of the Penumbra. They''d be left to shoulder the burden of a prophecy they never asked for.

    Johan''s eyes searched Elara''s face for a crack. Some signs that would indicate she was spouting lies.

    "But why?" he asked. "Why are you telling me all this? What do you gain from helping me? I''m not one of the heroes. I''m just some guy your father threw in a cell."

    His words were like a challenge, though his confusion was genuine¡ªand for the first time since she arrived at his cell, Johan saw vulnerability in Elara''s eyes.

    "For years, I''ve watched my father''s paranoia grow with each passing day. He rules with fear. He sees threats where there are none. He sees you as one of those threats, but I believe you''re not one my father needs to fear."

    Johan listened intently.

    "You might be the change we need. The darkness spreading across Eosdadalon requires more than just brute strength. It requires a different perspective. Something none of us can comprehend. The people who are fortunate enough to return from the Penumbra have no recollections of what occurred during the time inside it, but you, I can tell you, know more than you lead on."

    Before finishing her thought, Elara hesitated, biting her lip as if lost in thought. "I''m sure you have your reasons, but you''re the only one who might have the perspective we desperately need.... If I''m wrong, I''ll have betrayed my father for nothing..."

    Johan noticed the way her hands trembled, just slightly, before she clenched them into fists. The tremble wasn''t just from rebellion¡ªit was fear as well.

    "Princess, I''ll ask you this once more. Why are you telling me all this? What do you gain from helping me?

    Elara''s gaze slowly met his again; her vulnerability was laid bare.

    "...I''ve lived my entire life under my father''s rule, watching him lay waste to whatever doesn''t fit his vision. I no longer will be a silent witness when our world is on the verge of being consumed, lost to the darkness of the Penumbra. If you can change things, then I will stand by your side. You owe this world nothing, but Johan, I beg of you, please, if you can, help us..."

    Elara''s words settled between them like an unspoken promise. They were heavy, yet oddly enough, reassuring. Johan didn''t know what to make of it. None of this made sense, but then again, since his arrival, nothing has, and somewhere, deep in the pit of his gut, an instinct he couldn''t explain urged him to believe her.

    King Audermas had branded him a danger to the kingdom. But here, standing before his daughter, Johan knew he was wrong. The system, the Penumbra, the king''s fear¡ªit was all connected. The pieces hadn''t fallen into place yet, but he could feel them building like pressure behind a dam.

    He wasn''t just some outcast. Something bigger was happening here, and maybe he was part of it. Perhaps he wasn''t a danger to the kingdom or Eosdadalon. Maybe Elara was right, and he could be its savior in disguise.

    Shifting forward, Johan took a deep breath and extended his hand.

    "So, does that mean I can count on you?" Elara asked, staring at Johan''s hand.

    "It would be rude to ignore a damsel in distress."

    Elara smiled before shaking his firm hand in the coldness of the dungeon''s cell. "Trust me, I''m no damsel in distress, but thank you, Johan..."

    "It was either that or getting my head put up for display on the city walls. Trusting you sounds like the better option."

    Elara couldn''t contain her laughter before quickly silencing herself with her hand. "Come on, we must leave before they decide to patrol."

    Johan followed the princess through the winding, hidden corridors of the castle, every step measured, every breath shallow. The further they descended, the more the significance of the situation pressed down on him.

    They weren''t just sneaking out¡ªthey were fleeing under the threat of death. At any moment, one of the king''s men could turn the corner, or worse, Enfys could show up with his cold, unblinking eyes.

    The torchlights flickered, casting jagged shadows that twisted and writhed along the rough walls. The narrow passages snaked through the castle''s bowels like a forgotten labyrinth, yet Elara moved effortlessly, her cloak trailing behind her like a whisper on the wind.

    Every step she took seemed deliberate and graceful, her movements as fluid as the mist curling through the damp corridors. Every corner they turned made Johan''s heart race, his instincts on high alert. The distant sound of clinging metal echoed, making him freeze momentarily.

    Each corner they turned plunged them deeper into the unknown. The air grew colder with every step, thick with the scent of earth and ancient gravel. He couldn''t help but notice that the castle seemed as if the walls themselves were watching, waiting.

    A faint glow from the castle''s outer lanterns bled through cracks in the stone walls. Elara motioned for Johan to stay put as they neared an archway leading to an open courtyard. She peeked around the corner and immediately stiffened.

    Chatting in low voices, two soldiers on patrol were gambling and playing cards, but the occasional clink of their weapons made Johan''s nerves fray.

    Elara looked back to Johan and whispered, "Wait here. Not a word from you."

    "You better know what you''re doing, Princess."

    Ignoring his remark, Elara gracefully stepped into the courtyard, making Johan wonder if she''d done this before. The soldiers straightened at her approach, scrambling to cover the evidence of their card game.

    "Princess Elara?" one of them said, clearly startled. "What are you doing out here so late?"

    Elara raised her chin. "Hmm, well, I couldn''t sleep. A walk through the courtyard to clear my mind. Hopefully, it helps."

    The other soldier frowned. "At this hour? It''s dangerous, even within the walls."

    Elara smiled faintly, stepping closer to the men. "I appreciate your concern, truly. But I''ll be safe with two of the kingdom''s finest soldiers nearby." She tilted her head, her tone taking on a playful edge. "Unless you think my father''s men cannot protect a lone princess?"

    "...Well, of course not, Your Highness," the first soldier stammered as he and his counterpart exchanged uneasy looks. "But the orders are no one is to wander the grounds after nightfall."

    Elara stepped forward between the soldiers. "And yet here I am. Surely you won''t report me for something as harmless as a midnight stroll?"

    "We wouldn''t dare to do such a thing. But orders are orders."

    "Exactly. If the captain¡ª"

    "Good thing Captain Enfys nor my father are here, right?" Elara interrupted with a smile as she shuffled the pack of playing cards.

    "But, Your Highness¡ª"

    "Cards, money, I can smell the stench of brew on your breaths," Elara stated, interrupting the soldiers again. "What would happen if the Captain or my father got wind of this."

    The first soldier swallowed hard in discomfort. "Right."

    "Excellent. I''m glad we could come to a compromise."

    Elara turned as if to leave but paused, glancing over her shoulder. "Oh, one more thing. I heard some strange noises coming from the western wing earlier. It could be nothing. But with all the recent disturbances since the heroes arrived."

    The soldiers exchanged a look before nodding. "You''re right. Thank you, Your Highness."

    "Good. Carry on, then." Elara waved them off as they hurried away.

    Once they were out of sight, she gestured for Johan to approach.

    "Nice work," he whispered. "Took the manipulation route. Scary."

    Elara rolled her eyes, "I''m no ''damsel in distress'' I told you this." She grabbed his arm, pulling him forward. "You should save the compliments for later. We''re not out of this yet."

 Chapter 8: Farewell into the Night

    Above Johan and Elara, the stars sparkled like heaven and earth, conversing quietly. But beneath the moon''s beauty, Johan''s heart raced, each thump a reminder of the danger nipping at their heels, a tension that refused to dissipate.

    Johan finally broke the silence, his voice barely louder than the rustle of the wind through the grass. "Yo, Princess. Just a quick question."

    "What is it?"

    "Where are you taking me?"

    Elara''s lips curved into a soft smile as they moved silently through the field as she gestured for him to keep quiet. Though her reply was vague and not one Johan wanted, there was confidence in her body language.

    "Be patient. If I tell you, it''ll ruin it."

    Elara moved with grace. She was like someone who knew each step she would take before she took it. Despite the pressing urgency of his situation, Johan found his eyes lingering on her. There was something about the way she carried herself.

    It was an elegance, so effortless it was almost hypnotic.

    Maybe it was because she was royalty?

    Not to mention, her beauty was tempting. Dangerously so, but right now wasn''t the time for Johan to get lost in the appeal of soft curves and sultry smiles. Not when so much was at stake.

    Daughter of the old fart or not, Princess Elara was undeniably a sight to behold. But Johan had a kingdom to escape, and he was already battling more than just a stiff neck.

    A sudden chill skittered down Johan''s spine as they approached a quiet clearing. He froze, instinctively stepping closer to Elara. Figures emerged from the shadows, their bodies barely visible in the moonlight, causing his breath to hitch.

    Were they foes or friends? Was this a trap Elara set up? Every instinct screamed at him to prepare for a confrontation. His heart leaped into his throat before the figures stepped closer, revealing familiar faces beneath their hoods.

    "Johan, you''re alright!" Chris exclaimed, gripping his shoulder with relief.

    "They didn''t do anything weird to you, did they?" Jake quipped with a grin. "No, like, poking and touching you in odd places?"

    Johan rolled his eyes. "As if I''d let that happen." He shoved Jake playfully, and the trio shared a brief laugh that lightened the night''s toll.

    "Welcome back," Sarah said softly, her smile warm as she and Maya rushed into his arms.

    "We were so worried..." Maya whispered, appreciation swelling within Johan''s chest as he returned their hold, wrapping his arms around them.

    A sense of connection washed over them briefly and the burden of uncertainty momentarily lifted.

    "I''m okay now, thanks to the Princess," Johan said, gesturing toward Elara as she stepped forward. Her expression was more serious now, her eyes scanning the group.

    "I hate to interrupt, but we can''t delay. My father''s men have already begun making preparations for his execution. Time is of the essence."

    Her words settled over the group like a heavy mist, choking the relief they had just shared. Silence stretched between them, and their gazes darkened with worry.

    "Then we should go with him, right?" Sarah suggested to the group.

    But Elara shook her head, her eyes somberly locking with theirs.

    "No. The four of you need to remain here. If you leave now, my father will grow suspicious. When he learns of Johan''s escape, he''ll stop at nothing to hunt down those who helped him. If you''re gone, he''ll point fingers at you."

    "Princess, I understand what you''re saying, but we can''t abandon him. We''re not going to let one of our friends go off on his own, especially in a world we know nothing about," Jake protested, and the others nodded in agreement.

    Moonlight soaked the clearing, casting formless shadows over their faces while the city lights twinkled in the background as Elara stood her ground.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.

    "Again, if you leave now, it will unravel everything. You four are the Heroes of Prophecy."

    Maya stepped forward, her voice trembling with emotion. "But he''s our friend... We can''t just leave him."

    "I understand," Elara began, her voice quiet yet commanding. "I understand your desire to stand by his side, but we must consider the implications of his escape and the distrust it may cast if you, the Heroes of Prophecy, were to go missing alongside him."

    The group shared anxious looks, their brows furrowing as the seriousness of the situation sank in, each heartbeat echoing the fear of what lay ahead.

    "We cannot risk arousing suspicion around you from my father and his men," Elara continued. "I''ll be fine. He would never suspect me. But if he deems you four had any involvement in this, it could jeopardize everything we''ve worked for. Nothing will stop him from publicly executing you before reaching your full potential. Sadly, his ego is much more important to him than the fate of our world."

    Maya interjected, desperation lacing her words. "But he''s our friend and needs us¡ªhow can we just stand by and watch him leave?"

    Sarah nodded, her eyes burning with determination. "We''ve come this far together. We can''t turn our backs on him now."

    Elara''s gaze softened. "If you truly want to help him, you must remain here. Commit to your roles and help save Eosdadalon."

    Johan knew the princess was in the right. He wanted nothing more than to keep his friends safe but couldn''t allow their loyalty to lead them into danger.

    It was a burden he would bear alone.

    "She''s right. I''m not like you guys. I''m not one of the four heroes. You stay here and learn everything you can about this world. I''ll be fine, don''t worry."

    Chris frowned but nodded. "...Fine, but promise us one thing, Princess¡ªmake sure he gets out of here in one piece."

    "I swear it on my honor as the princess of the Raignald Kingdom," Elara vowed. "Heroes, please say your goodbyes. We must leave here."

    Chris placed a hand on Johan''s shoulder, his expression as composed as ever. Beyond his glasses showed otherwise as the sadness in his eyes gazed upon Johan.

    "Remember¡­" Chris began, pausing to glance around as if searching for something familiar in this strange world. "Remember when you got stuck on that dungeon quest, and I had to navigate you to the boss room like a pro?"

    "How could I forget? I spent five hours roaming around before I asked you for help."

    Chris gave a slight, helpless shrug. "I don''t have a cheat sheet for you this time. No shortcuts. So please, Johan. Take care of yourself out there, alright?"

    "Got it," Johan replied, smirking as he leaned in slightly. "I''ve always been the solo player of the group. No map, no skills, no nothing. But don''t worry, if I hit a dead end, I''ll charm my way out of it."

    Jake slapped Johan on his other shoulder, a bittersweet smile dancing on his lips. "You better... And make sure to keep that anger of yours in check. Just lay low. We''ll find you once we get the king out of our hair."

    Sarah''s eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she whispered, "Don''t do anything stupid until we find you, okay?"

    Maya embraced Johan tightly. "You''ve always been there for us, Johan. You''re not just a friend. You''re family. I''m sorry we''re of no help now."

    Though Maya fought to keep her composure, tears spilled from her eyes along with Sarah as she clung to him. Feeling her trembling heart against his chest, Johan held Maya in his arms, offering her the little comfort he could.

    Johan released Maya, wiping the tears from her and Sarah''s eyes. He could feel their emotions; they were as clear as the moon in the unclouded night sky.

    "Come on, girls, don''t cry," Johan said. "You''ll ruin your tough, badass reputations. Besides..." He paused, his smirk faint but visible as he glanced between the two, his tone taking on a teasing warmth. "Who else will keep me in line if you two fall apart? I can''t count on those two morons. I need you strong when we see each other again, alright?"

    Johan''s shoulders slumped, and a heaviness settled in his chest. They had been through so much together, and now they stood on the ridge of a new chapter, and unfortunately, this chapter would take him away from them.

    "Hey, don''t look so down about this. It isn''t a goodbye," Johan said to his friends. "I''m sure we''ll see each other again. I''ll figure out more about this world from the outside. You guys do the same from within."

    Each exchange felt like a dagger to his heart, knowing the risk he was about to take.

    What if this was indeed the last time he would see his friends?

    Great, just what I needed¡ªa one-way ticket to danger, minus my trusty sidekicks, Johan thought before Elara placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her eyes filled with tenderness.

    "It''s time," she said softly, nudging his friends to leave. "Return to your chambers before my father''s men find you. I''ll ensure Johan''s safe travels beyond the walls."

    The others disappeared into the darkness, their cloaked figures blending seamlessly into the night, like wraiths slipping through the shadows. Johan could only listen with one last lingering glance as their footsteps faded softly.

    Sadly, Johan knew this was the only way to guarantee their safety in this new and foreign world. Turning to Elara, he offered her a grateful smile.

    "Thank you, Princess," he said earnestly. "They wouldn''t have let me go alone if you weren''t here."

    Elara returned his smile, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight with zeal.

    "You don''t need to thank me, Johan," she said politely. "It''s as I told you before. I truly feel like you are the missing piece in saving our world from the Penumbra. So, thank you."

    "But how can you be so sure?"

    "I''m not," she admitted, her gaze drifting to the horizon. "But it''s a feeling that tells me you''re more than you appear. It''s hard to explain, but something tells me you''re different and exactly what this world needs."

    "Woman''s intuition, huh?" Johan repeated. "I guess I can''t disappoint."

    Elara let out a soft chuckle. "Do your best not to," she replied as the two vanished into the gloaming.

 Chapter 9: Bound by Oaths

    Johan''s journey continued as he followed Elara through a dark open field. The faint scent of dew-kissed grass flooded the air. It was so dark he could barely make out Elara''s frame in front of him. The only source of light came from the moon and stars twinkling above like distant flares of hope over the capital city of Audermas looming behind them.

    Johan had little choice but to trust Elara''s words, but the closer to freedom he got, the more suspicion led to doubts that clouded his mind. She had outlined a plan to help him escape the capital''s walls while assisting his friends in maintaining their facade while working alongside her father.

    But why?

    She didn''t want to sit on the sidelines anymore as her father cast judgment based on paranoia, but were her reasons for all this valid?

    It was a risky gambit, but what else could Johan do? Stay and rot in that cold, filthy dungeon, awaiting his death? No way.

    As they continued, Elara led the way into a forest of trees. Johan followed closely behind, his gaze fixed on the distant darkness. The soft rustle of grass beneath their feet was the only sound that broke the silence of the night until a melodious sound replaced it.

    Johan quickly paused, his ears attuning to the mysterious melody drifting in his head. It was a gentle, rhythmic cadence, like a soft murmuring beckoning to him. Almost straining to listen, the sound grew clearer, weaving into his consciousness with a hypnotic allure.

    "...Water...?" Johan grumbled, closing his eyes and allowing the tranquil melody to wash over him.

    Its peaceful flow echoed through the darkness, a soothing symphony. Each ripple and eddy carried a wave of serenity as the water danced over stone and earth, forging its path through the silent night.

    It was reminiscent of the natural harmony of the world he had left behind before being thrown into this fantasy realm of foreign politics.

    Beside him, Elara stood quiet before nudging him forward. "We must keep moving, Johan. We''re almost there."

    With a silent nod, Johan followed her lead. As they ventured deeper into the night, Elara raised her delicate hand, and suddenly, a flickering flame that danced to life in the darkness like a torch cast a warm glow upon their path.

    Johan''s mind wandered back to the chilling memory of Captain Enfys and his sword, its icy touch numbing his hands with a bone-deep cold. Shivers ran down his spine at the recollection, a stark reminder of the dangers lurking in this unfamiliar world.

    Lost in thought, Johan gazed over Elara, her features illuminated by the glow of her magical flame.

    "So, you can conjure up fire, huh? That''s pretty impressive. Should I be worried about you roasting me alive in the name of your father?"

    Elara chuckled with a smile, replying softly, "Who knows? Maybe you should be worried. But impressive? It''s a simple magic spell quite common in our world. You mean you don''t have anything like it in yours?"

    Johan shook his head. "No, we don''t," he admitted, his voice filled with fascination and a slight chuckle. "Magic like that is just a thing of movies and video games where I''m from."

    "...Movies and video games...?" Elara repeated. "What are those?"

    Johan began searching for the right words to describe concepts so ingrained in his world yet utterly foreign to hers.

    "Well, movies are like... stories told through moving pictures," he began, gesturing as if to mimic a screen. "And video games? You could say they''re interactive stories you play on a screen."

    Elara tilted her head, her eyes dancing with curiosity. "So, you mean to tell me... you watch stories on a magical moving picture, and you can also play stories like a children''s game?"

    Johan nodded, unable to suppress his grin at her genuine interest. "Exactly. It''s like experiencing different worlds and adventures without ever leaving your home."

    Elara burst into laughter, ringing through the quiet forest like tinkling bells. She quickly covered her mouth with her free hand to stifle her amusement.

    "Oh, Johan, you truly are from a strange and wonderful world, aren''t you?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I must say, your stories of movies and video games sound quite entertaining. Perhaps I should take some lessons in adventure from you."

    "Well, Princess, when it comes to adventures and video games, I''m practically a master guide. Just consider me your trainer for all of your epic quests."

    The two couldn''t help but laugh at their banter. Despite the vast differences between their worlds, Johan felt much more connected to Elara.

    Johan shuffled behind her, his sneakers crunching softly against the grass beneath him. The soft glow of Elara''s conjured flame flickered ahead, casting shadows that danced across the trees. The silence between them had grown comfortable, though Johan''s thoughts were far from settled.

    Something had been bugging him, an itch in his mind that refused to go away.

    "Princess," he said, breaking the silence, "can I ask you something?"

    She glanced over her shoulder, her pink hair catching the light of the flame as it swayed gently. "Of course. What''s on your mind?"You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

    "It''s... probably going to sound weird," Johan began, scratching the back of his neck. "But, how is it that you and I are having this conversation right now?"

    Elara raised a delicate eyebrow. "I''m not sure I understand. Is something wrong?"

    "No, I mean¡ª" Johan hesitated, trying to find the right words. "You''re speaking English. Like, fluently. And so is everyone else I''ve met here. But how?"

    "English?" Elara repeated. "What is that...?"

    Johan''s face went blank. "You''re serious, aren''t you?"

    Elara tilted her head slightly, her confusion deepening. "I don''t know of this ''English'' you describe, Johan. All people of Eosdadalon speak Eosian."

    "Eosian?" the name rolled off his tongue with unfamiliarity. "What the hell is Eosian?"

    "It''s the language of our world," Elara said matter-of-factly as if this were the most apparent thing. "The language you and your friends also speak."

    Johan stopped dead in his tracks. "Hold up." He pointed at himself, then at Elara, then back at himself. "You''re saying I''m having this conversation in Eosian?"

    "Yes. Believe it or not, you''ve been speaking it perfectly since I met you."

    Pacing as his mind raced, Johan muttered, "That doesn''t make any sense. I don''t know Eosian. I''ve never even heard of Eosian. I know I''m speaking English; somehow, you understand me, and I understand you. All of this is giving me a headache."

    Elara watched as Johan''s mind spiraled. "Johan, maybe this whole time you''ve been speaking Eosian. You just haven''t noticed."

    "No way. I know I''m hearing myself in English!" Johan exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "Plus, that''s not how languages work."

    "Hmm, you''re right. It''s not like you wake up one day and suddenly know a new language," Elara added. "But as history states, all the former heroes summoned here spoke Eosian."

    "But I''m not one of the heroes..."

    "Well, who''s to say? Especially with your connection to the others. Your friends speak Eosian as naturally as anyone else here."

    Logically, this made no sense to Johan, but then a thought struck him. Could it be the Sanity System translating for him? But what about his friends? As far as he knew, they had no connection to the system or Sanity.

    "So, what do you think? When summoned here, did a universal language converter magically install in our brains?"

    "It''s possible that the prophecy''s summoning did more than we think," Elara suggested. "It''s been centuries since the first recorded heroes stepped foot on Eosdadalon, and we still don''t know all the mysteries regarding the prophecy."

    "That''s... unsettling," Johan admitted, crossing his arms. "Will I wake up one day with sprouted wings?"

    Elara smiled softly. "I doubt that. Though I must say, I find it fascinating that you''ve thought about this. Most people would accept what is."

    Johan smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Well, Princess, I''m not most people. Accepting things as they are sounds like a shortcut to getting yourself killed around here."

    "As long as it doesn''t hinder your journey," Elara said gently, returning to their path. "Come, Johan. Before it gets too late."

    "Yeah, yeah, I''m coming," Johan replied, following behind her.

    Eosian, huh? His thoughts lingered on the strange, unexplainable phenomenon. He couldn''t help but wonder if he''d ever find the answers.

    "You know, Johan, as much as I''ve always been fascinated by tales of exploration, I''ve never been able to experience them."

    "Really? But you''re a princess. Don''t you get to go wherever you want?"

    "In theory, perhaps. But in reality, my duties as the princess keep me inside the walls of Audemars."

    "Not being able to explore the world you were born into... rough."

    "It is. Sometimes, I wonder what lies beyond the other kingdoms. The tales of glory that adventurers all long for."

    "Hey, now you''re experiencing a little sense of adventure, right?"

    "True, this is exhilarating, for sure," Elara replied with a soft laugh.

    Johan watched on, captivated by the genuine joy radiating from Elara. He saw her true beauty shining through. It wasn''t her striking physical appearance illuminated by the flickering flame she conjured but the warmth and kindness in her laughter, the authentic curiosity in her gaze, and the strength of spirit that surrounded her like an aura.

    Silently, Johan marveled at her ability to find pleasure in even the simplest of moments.

    Eventually, they reached the forest''s edge, and the two came upon a winding riverbed, its waters glistening like silver liquid in the moonlight. Elara paused, her eyes fixed upon a seemingly innocuous patch of earth at the water''s edge.

    Above the patch was tall brushwood, and with a swift movement, she brushed it aside, revealing its secrets camouflaged within the rocky embrace of the capital''s wall¡ªthe outline of a hidden door, its entrance concealed from prying eyes and known only to a chosen few.

    Elara turned to Johan, her gaze tender as she spoke, her voice a soft melody against the quiet of the night. "This is where we part ways. Beyond this door lies your freedom."

    "Thank you, Princess," Johan said. "For everything... I will never forget your kindness."

    "You''re welcome... It''s the least I could do."

    Johan''s gaze lingered on her, taking in the beauty that seemed to glow in the darkness, her eyes reflecting the shimmering moonlight above. Elara smiled, her face glistening with fondness as she reached into the folds of her cloak, retrieving a ring.

    The ring was a masterful piece of craftsmanship, crafted from deep burnished gold that caught the moonlight with a warm glow. Its intricately designed band featured swirling patterns that mimicked vines entwining ancient trees.

    At its center lay a polished, oval gemstone, deep blue like the sky just before dusk, set within a delicate silver frame that beautifully contrasted with the gold. The engraved crest of the Raignald royal family adorned the stone¡ªa majestic lion intertwined with a delicate rose.

    "This ring symbolizes my family''s legacy," Elara explained, slipping it onto his finger. "It holds the strength of my ancestors and my hopes for the future. With it, you carry a part of my family with you, and it will help you as you journey into the unknown."

    Johan stared at the ring, recognizing its value far beyond the gold. It felt like a piece of her history resting on his hand.

    He felt Elara''s fingertips delicately touch his skin before intertwining in quiet intimacy. They stood, sharing a silent understanding of the situation, and for some odd reason, their actions transcended the need for words.

    Elara smiled, her eyes blazing with unspoken emotion, and her pale complexion flushed a sudden red. "Promise me this. You''ll return it to me someday."

    Johan''s eyes met hers. "I promise," he vowed, his voice steady and sure as he felt the smooth surface of her hand brushing against his. "But I want you to promise me something too."

    "And what''s that?"

    "Keep my friends safe."

    "...I will, Johan. I promise." Elara returned his gaze, her eyes holding an incredible depth of sentiment that spoke volumes. "When you''re beyond the walls," she whispered, "pay close attention to the creatures of this world. They may not be as formidable as some, but they still pose a threat."

    "Creatures...? What kind of creatures?" Johan asked, his curiosity piqued.

    Elara''s gaze turned towards the darkness beyond. "In this area, they''re relatively weak and docile compared to others," she explained, "but you must remain vigilant, nonetheless."

    But all too soon, reality intruded upon their moment of solace, and with a final squeeze, Elara withdrew her hand, stepping back.

    "Go now, Johan," she said. "Head north until you reach the Den of Wolves. Ask for Ludolf, and tell him I sent you. He''s a tough one to crack, but deep down, he''s a good man. He''ll help you. Good luck, and may the Goddess watch over you."

    "...Ludolf. Got it."

 Chapter 10: Moonlight Encounter

    From the hidden passageway, Johan stepped forth through a small brush that hid the doorway. A calm, crisp air pressed against his skin as he took a moment to steady himself, a rush of freedom flooding him.

    Beyond the towering walls of Audemars, danger lurked in the shadows, but undoubtedly, the real threat was the king and his court once they noticed he was missing from his cell.

    Johan glanced at the ring, glimmering on his finger in the moonlight. Its weight felt significant, a simple reminder of kindness.

    "Hmm, If I pawned this..." Dollars signs popped into Johan''s mind as he chuckled. "Nah, I gotta return this to her someday. She was too kind to me."

    He surveyed the darkened forest. "How the hell am I supposed to know which way is north?"

    The vastness of the wilderness stretched endlessly before him, each direction indistinguishable from the other. As Johan ventured further from the walls and onto the dirt path, meandering deep into the forest, a familiar glow caught his eye¡ªa translucent display hovering in the corner of his vision.

    "Ah, I forgot about this."

    With a swipe of his hand, Johan accessed the Sanity System''s menu screen, bringing up the mini-map before him. The interface displayed valuable information about his surroundings, marking his progress with each step.

    "Now, this is handy," he said, a grin spreading across his face as he studied the mini-map.

    It dawned on him that it could expand to reveal a larger map, providing all the guidance he needed to navigate the terrain ahead¡ªno reliance on a map, compass, or anyone else required.

    "Guess I won''t be getting lost after all," he said aloud, appreciating the small fortune of the system''s feature.

    Johan continued north down the dirt path, following the mini-map displayed on the HUD for hours. The night stretched on as he pressed through the forest. He had never walked this much, not to mention going without water and food for what felt like an eternity.

    The relentless hunger tore at his stomach like a merciless beast, its growls echoing through the silence. Each step amplified the emptiness within him, a constant reminder of his body''s desperate need for sustenance.

    "Guess it''s been a while since I''ve eaten," he muttered, the realization slapping him awake.

    Oh, how time flew in this new world. Nearly half a day had passed since he last ate¡ªback in his world, just before he met his friends for the midnight release of CoL.

    The memories of his last meal became increasingly vivid with each passing moment: a classic bacon cheeseburger, perfectly cooked with juicy beef patties and crispy bacon layered beneath a river of melted cheese.

    Fresh vegetables nestled between soft, toasted buns added a satisfying crunch.

    On the side, golden fries, crispy and seasoned just right, accompanied the burger, served with tangy ketchup¡ªthough Johan had always preferred honey mustard.

    To wash it all down was a tall glass of ice-cold cola, fizzing with refreshment.

    The taste of that meal and the warmth of his friends'' laughter felt like a distant dream, a fleeting moment of comfort amid this harsh new reality.

    "...I wonder what they''re all up to..." Johan mumbled as memories of his friends flooded his mind.

    Days they spent lounging around, playing video games, or going out to eat. The simplicity of it all was what he missed, and sharing it with them.

    Johan sighed. "I couldn''t bring myself to say it to them, but I''m going to miss those guys..."

    As he leaned against the base of a tree, fatigue washed over him. His vision blurred, and weakness seeped into his limbs, pulling him toward the ground. His lips felt parched from the relentless march through the forest, and his throat ached for a sip of cool water, longing for relief from the dryness that clung to him like a suffocating fog.

    But no relief was in sight.

    "Damn, I should have asked Elara what I should do for food and water."

    With a weary sigh, Johan pushed himself up from the tree, his muscles protesting with each movement. His strength waned, yet he knew he had no choice but to endure the challenges ahead.

    "Seriously? What kind of isekai bullshit is this? I''m out here running for my life, and the universe can''t even throw me a snack?" he grumbled, his voice hoarse.

    Johan slammed his fist against the tree and marveled at seeing creatures inhabiting this fantastical world scattering from the towering tree.

    They were beings unlike any he had ever seen in his world.

    Rodents with tails as long as their bodies scurried from branch to branch, their bright eyes filled with curiosity as they observed him. Rabbits with sleek, iridescent fur and elegant, spiraled horns darted through the bushes, their movements both graceful and cautious.

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    In the distance, hordes of what seemed to be deer with shimmering wings glided gracefully by, their pleasant calls enchanting the night.

    Johan watched in awe as these creatures went about their lives, each contributing to this world''s boundless creativity. Yet, despite their strangeness, he felt a sense of familiarity in their presence.

    As the hours passed, fatigue weighed heavily on him. His muscles continued to ache, and his eyes grew weary from navigating the darkness. Each step felt heavier, threatening to pull him into the depths of sleep.

    Every rustle of leaves and chirp of insects sent jolts of hope of him stumbling upon the Den of Wolves, yet each time, he found nothing but the silent wilderness. Finally, just as he began to lose hope, he spotted a small stream through the trees, its waters glistening like silver in the moonlight.

    Relief flooded him as he stumbled toward the water''s edge, dropping to his knees and cupping his hands to catch the crystal-clear liquid. The water''s refreshing feel revived him, washing away the grime that had plagued his face for hours.

    Yet, Johan knew that both his thirst and hunger would remain unfulfilled.

    "Didn''t they say we should purify water before drinking it...?" he murmured, air-drying his hands. "But damn, I''m so thirsty..."

    Like a lion claiming his territory, his stomach roared.

    Johan looked down at his stomach. "Come on, shut up already."

    His thoughts drifted to the previous meal once more. He could almost taste the juicy bacon cheeseburger¡ªhot, greasy, and topped with melted cheese¡ªalongside crispy fries, golden and perfectly salted.

    "That would hit the spot," he mumbled, feeling his stomach grumble again in agreement.

    Just as he imagined the satisfying crunch of biting into the burger, his gaze drew to a breathtaking sight.

    A woman emerged from the depths of the water, her brown, silky skin touched by the moonlight. She shook her head, her hair wet with elegance and fluidity that seemed straight out of a regal textbook, like a dance of stars above.

    Johan''s heart skipped a beat, captivated by the sight of the woman washing herself in the stream. Her slender physique radiated a silvery glow, accentuating her body''s curves in a mesmerizing and intoxicating way.

    A wicked grin spread across his face. "Well, I wasn''t expecting a free show in the middle of a forest... Hell of a lot better than a burger."

    But his trance shattered when the woman noticed him.

    With a whispered incantation, wisps of light swirled around her, coalescing into a magnificent staff of polished ebony, detailed with runes that pulsed with an inner radiance.

    The staff''s head bore a crystal, refracting the moonlight into colors dancing across its surface like a mesmerizing aurora.

    With a flick of her wrist, she pointed the staff at Johan.

    "You there. Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

    The woman''s direct approach while standing there nude left Johan speechless.

    "I asked you a question... Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

    Johan raised his hands in surrender, water dripping from his palms. "I''m just, uh, I was looking for¡ª"

    A loud, untimely growl from his stomach shattered the tension momentarily.

    "...some food and water."

    Her grip on the staff tightened as the glow intensified. "You expect me to believe that?"

    Johan sighed, holding his hands higher in surrender. "It looks terrible, but I just so happened to stumble upon this stream, and you know how it is. Water in one hand, a view in the other. Life''s all about balance, right?"

    Her brow twitched as her voice dipped with icy suspicion. "A view in the other...?"

    The staff flared with arcane energy, its light crackling like restrained thunder.

    "You claim to be looking for food and water, yet your eyes refuse to leave my body."

    Johan''s heart sank as he realized with growing horror that he''d been staring again.

    "Wait, I didn''t mean¡ª"

    Before he could explain, the sharp hum of magic filled the air, and a bolt of light streaked from her staff. His vision blurred. It was as if her magic had splashed the world with water. His limbs turned heavy and unresponsive, refusing to obey his desperate commands.

    "Hey, wait! I swear, this is a big misunderst¡ª"

    His words faded into a muffled groan as he stumbled backward, collapsing to the cold ground. The distant sound of rushing water echoed in his ears, fading as darkness swept over him like a suffocating wave.

    As his consciousness ebbed, Johan watched the darkness shroud his eyes.

 Chapter 11: Its Complicated...

    Johan''s head throbbed with a persistent ache as if a steel band wrapped tightly around his temples. He fluttered his eyes open to the sting of blinding light, sending a lance of pain through his skull. The sun had risen, and morning had dawned upon him.

    Groaning, he raised a hand to shield his eyes, squinting against the harsh brightness.

    "The sun...? We''ve got to stop meeting like this..."

    As his vision slowly adjusted, he realized he was lying flat on a bed of leaves, laid out neatly on the forest floor, cushioning his body.

    "Where... where am I?" he mumbled, his voice still hoarse from the lack of hydration.

    He looked around at his surroundings, and his eyes fell on a figure moving near the crackling flames of a fire.

    "...It''s her."

    The woman from the stream stood over the fire as she tended to the flames. The only difference now was that she was fully clothed.

    Upon closer inspection, her tunic skirt was short and woven from silk-spun spiderwebs. Intricate patterns of entangled vines decorated the fabric with an earthy tone that fit well with the rich hues of her brown skin.

    Beneath the skirt, she wore sheer mesh black leggings that complemented the deep mahogany color of her hair. Embroidered along the seams were elaborate designs of swirling ivy, their detailed loops and curves adding a touch of whimsy to the otherwise practical garment.

    Her boots were black and elegantly crafted, designed to withstand the rigors of the forest while providing comfort and flexibility. A series of long laces secured them snugly around her calves, ensuring a perfect fit and easy adjustment. The laces highlighted the slender lines of her legs.

    Lately, completing her ensemble was a hooded cloak that provided warmth and protection against the chill of the night air.

    "So, you''re finally awake?" the woman said, her tone much different than the night before as she poked at the logs in the blaze with a branch.

    A few skewers of meat sizzled and crackled above the fire, filling the air with the tantalizing aroma of roasting meat.

    Johan struggled to sit up, his body aching with pain. "What happened?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.

    The woman remained silent before turning to him, her eyes irritation-filled. "You''re still in the forest. You passed out."

    "Passed out? Are you sure? Cause the last thing I remember is you trying to kill me!" Johan shot back.

    "You''re lucky I didn''t! Like I said, you passed out before I could!" she yelled.

    "Well, you could have, but you didn''t. Why?" Johan asked, but she didn''t respond, focusing instead on the roasting meat.

    She''s so hard to read, Johan thought before a faint chime cut through the stillness as the HUD materialized before him.

    [System Notification]

    [Critical Levels Detected!]

    [Hunger: 15%] [Hydration: 12%]

    [Attention, Lightbearer. Your hunger and hydration levels have dropped to critical levels. Failure to address this will decrease performance and may lead to loss of consciousness.]

    [Prioritize keeping your Hunger and Hydration levels above critical to avoid penalties.]

    Did I seriously pass out from the system? Johan thought, and what the hell was a Lightbearer?

    Was all this because of the system''s mechanics, as he suspected? But it didn''t make sense.

    Why would the system include something seemingly nonsensical as punishment for lack of nourishment? It went against the very purpose of the system as he understood it. The whole point of the Sanity System was supposed to be to aid him, not hinder him, or so he thought.

    Pushing away his swirling thoughts, Johan sighed. Unfortunately, it was not the time to dwell on such uncertainties. Focusing on survival came first, but there was also the case of the mysterious woman who saved him.

    "Hey, did you keep an eye on me all night?" Johan asked, turning to the woman, but again, she remained silent, her gaze fixed on the skewers of meat sizzling above the fire. "Thank you. Who knows what could have happened if you didn''t."

    Memories flooded back to Johan in fragments, the image of the woman washing herself in the stream burning brightly in his mind.

    "Look, we might''ve started on the wrong foot here," he said, rising to his feet. "I''m Johan. Nice to meet you. I didn''t mean to stare last night, but can you blame me? You put on quite the show."

    "...Quite the show...?" Her eyes flashed with indignation, her jaw tightening with barely contained anger. "You pervert!" she spat, her words laced with venom. "Spying on me while I bathed like some common voyeur!"

    "Hey, relax. That was a joke, and voyeur? I''m not into that sort of stuff."

    Johan sat across from the woman and the crackling fire as he pondered. How would she react to his revelation? Taking a deep breath, he began his recoil at the accusation.

    "But you got it all wrong. I got lost in the forest. When I stumbled upon the stream, you just happened to be there. It''s tough navigating a world you''re not from."

    The woman''s eyes widened in surprise. "...A world you''re not from?" she repeated.

    Johan nodded slowly. "Yeah, it''s complicated..."

    She leaned in closer toward the fire, her curiosity piqued. "Why should I believe you when you speak and understand Eosian so fluently?"

    "Eosian..." Johan uttered. "Not this again..."

    "This could all be a part of your perverted scheme. Fill my head with lies, then when my guard has lowered, you have your way with me."

    "Like hell! I wouldn''t do that!" Johan shouted.

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    "Sure you wouldn''t, pervert," the woman replied, tending to the logs burning in the flame.

    "Honestly, I don''t even know why I''m here. I guess I was summoned yesterday with my friends," Johan explained, but his stomach churned with hunger.

    His mouth watered at the sight of the cooked meat, the aroma wafting through the air like a siren''s call.

    "It''s fine. Go ahead. It''s been ready for a while now," the woman said, and slowly, Johan reached for a skewer.

    "Thanks," he replied as he took a bite. Surprisingly, the meat was tender and flavorful, filling his mouth with rich juices. "What is this? Chicken?"

    "Rabbit."

    "Rabbit?" Johan uttered with his mouth full. "I''ve never had rabbit before."

    Although there was no seasoning, the flavor was immaculate, but his hunger made it taste like a five-star meal.

    "If you were summoned here with your friends, that must mean that you''re one of the Heroes of Prophecy, right?" she asked, her voice swirling with anticipation.

    "That must explain your odd clothing attire," she continued, and Johan chuckled nervously, looking over his clothes.

    "...Odd? I thought this was a good fit when I picked it out," he replied but hesitated, his mind racing through flashbacks of King Audemars and his words. "But, according to some people I''ve met here..."

    Johan paused before continuing. "...My friends are the Heroes of Prophecy, but as for me... I''m not so sure."

    "How could you not be sure?" she asked him. "The ones summoned here to Esodadalon are the heroes. It''s what the prophecy states."

    "You would think, right? But now I''m unsure if that means I walk the same path as them."

    Seemingly lost in thought, she murmured, "I see."

    Her gaze met Johan''s with fascination and sympathy, an expression he had yet to see from her. It was as if she was searching for answers in his eyes.

    "Well, whatever the case may be, I''m sure you have a path to follow here in Eosdadalon."

    "Those are some nice words. I appreciate it, but it''s fine. I''ve never been one to be big on destiny or anything," Johan mumbled, his mouth full as he chewed. "This is good! Mind if I have another?"

    "...Go ahead..." the woman said, watching Johan go to town on another skewer of cooked meat. "Who are you...?" she uttered softly, causing him to slow down his eating.

    "Weren''t you listening before? I told you. My name is Johan, Johan Heylel," he stated as he extended his hand outward.

    "...F-Fayina... Fayina Erebseth..." she stuttered, hesitantly reaching out to shake his hand. Her fingers trembled as they advanced to meet his.

    "Fayina, huh? Well, no need to be shy," Johan told her as she grabbed her hand, shaking it. "I''ve never met anyone with that name before. It''s a pleasure to meet you."

    But curiosity took over as Fayina''s hair shifted, revealing the pointed tips of shorter, elven-like ears.

    "Your ears... So this world has elves?" he asked softly, his voice full of wonder at this new information.

    Her eyes glancing away shyly, a blush crept across Fayina''s cheeks as she quickly withdrew her hand.

    "...Yeah, and what about it?" Fayina asked defensively, hiding her ears with her hair.

    "Nothing, I''ve just never met one. Honestly, in my world, elves are people of fiction."

    He had never met an elf, let alone one like Fayina. The closest he had come to encountering one was through video games and people who cosplayed as them back home.

    "But to be fair, I''m half... half-dark elf..." she admitted.

    Johan nodded. "Half-dark elf?" he repeated, his mind whirling with questions.

    He wanted to know so much more, like what made her half? And if she was a dark elf, were there elves who weren''t considered ''dark''?

    But as he fixed his lips to ask, Fayina cut him off with a nervous laugh before he could voice his inquiries.

    "I-I don''t like talking about it," she confessed, brushing her hair over her ears. "It''s... complicated..."

    Johan sensed her discomfort and quickly backtracked, eager not to pry into her personal affairs. "It''s okay," he reassured her gently, offering a warm smile. "I shouldn''t have brought it up in the first place."

    After that, the air between Johan and Fayina was heavy with unspoken words. The silence felt like a lifetime but lasted no longer than five minutes.

    Eventually, Fayina rose to her feet.

    "I should get going," she announced. "Just so you know, the deeper you venture into the forest, the more dangerous it becomes. Stronger creatures and monsters dwell in hiding. And they don''t play nice like the ones you''ve seen around these parts."

    Before Johan could respond, Fayina handed him a small leather canteen.

    "Here, take this. You shouldn''t drink from bodies of water where people bathe themselves."

    "Yeah, I know," Johan replied, accepting the canteen with a nod of gratitude and wrapping his fingers around the worn leather.

    Fayina took one last look at Johan. "Well, be careful out there," she said softly before turning to leave.

    Johan watched as Fayina began walking down the dirt road, vanishing into the brush, leaving him alone with the crackling of the fire and the whisper of the wind.

    Despite their rocky start, like Princess Elara, she had shown him kindness.

    "She was hot," Johan spoke aloud before realizing he had dropped the ball. "Damn it! I should''ve asked her for help or directions! Well, whatever. I better get going, too."

    Gripping the canteen tightly in his palm, Johan set off again, a renewed determination fueling his steps. He had a tavern to find and a journey to continue into the unknown.

 Chapter 12: Tools of Survival

    Johan treaded deeper into the forest, following the mini-map north. Fayina''s words echoed in his mind, and each step felt like a haunting melody. Her warning about what lurked in the woods plagued him.

    The thought of being attacked thickened around him, and the rustle of leaves sounded more ominous than before. Not to mention, it was now midday, and one could only assume the king and his men must be looking for him by now.

    "Elara had said the same thing about these creatures..."

    Pausing to catch his breath, Johan leaned against a tree, Elara''s cautionary statements about the creatures urging him to be attentive.

    But now, standing alone, he couldn''t help but feel a twinge of unease creeping over him. Hours had passed since his escape from the castle walls, and it had been well over a day since his arrival in Eosdadalon.

    Unfortunately, he was unsure when or where the king''s men would start their search for him. If it were throughout the forest¡ªor if they would even dare to go as far as searching it.

    "I should have asked Elara for some kind of protection," he mumbled. "A sword, a shield, maybe even a grenade... But I doubt those exist here if that old fart didn''t even know what a gun is. At this point, anything would help..."

    His hand instinctively went to the vacant space on his hip where a weapon should have hung. Back on Earth, he was used to having the safety of modern technology at his fingertips, like a cell phone to call for help when in need.

    But here in this world, Eosdadalon¡ªhe felt defenseless.

    "...Wait, that''s it!" he exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face as he rummaged through his pockets in desperation, his fingers brushing against the smooth surface of his cell phone.

    He tapped eagerly at the screen, but as the phone illuminated in his hand, his excitement quickly turned to disappointment.

    "No service? Seriously?" Johan murmured, staring incredulously at the screen as if he were willing the service bars to change.

    He frantically tapped at the screen, hoping that somehow, miraculously, a signal would appear.

    "It''s useless," Johan grumbled, finally conceding defeat as he stuffed the phone back into his pocket. "What the hell was I thinking? Of course, it wouldn''t work here."

    His failed attempt at using modern technology served as a humbling reminder of how far from home he was. He was so preoccupied with escaping the castle walls that he hadn''t given much thought to arming himself for the dangers ahead.

    Now, faced with the looming threat of the unknown, Johan couldn''t help but curse his negligence.

    With a deep sigh, he kicked a rock down the path. There was no turning back now. He would have to rely on his wits, instincts, and smarts to survive in this environment if it turned hostile.

    "Hold on..." Johan groaned to himself, pausing in his tracks. "There has to be something in here that can help me out."

    Johan raised his hand and conjured the HUD menu screen before him. The familiar layout greeted him, displaying his vital statistics and status bars, but it was the "Ability & Skills" tab he wanted.

    He scanned the vast array of skills listed on the skill tree, each promising to enhance his abilities in various ways. But all the skills were gray, indicating that they were locked and required skill points or other requirements before he could unlock them.

    "Hmm, let''s see what we''ve got here..."

    Johan began scrolling through the available skills and abilities until he arrived on another menu tab.

    "Strength, agility... these seem handy, but they''re just attributes. They won''t help me if I need to defend myself."Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!

    As Johan immersed himself in the Sanity System''s menu tabs, a sudden notification appeared, drawing his attention away.

    [System Notification]

    [Attention, Lightbearer. You are viewing the Attribute tab. This tab provides continuous modifiers to your characteristics and capabilities. If you require skills and abilities with more direct force and impact, you should explore the Ability & Skills tab.]

    A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Johan''s lips. "So, I was right. It''s like a video game. Except, you know, real life. Or whatever you wanna call this."

    With a wry chuckle, Johan marveled at the Sanity System''s convergence of fantasy and reality. The familiar concepts of character progression, skill specialization, and strategic decision-making were all present in a form more tangible and immersive than he could have ever imagined.

    "I have five unused skill points. I shouldn''t put everything into active skills. I need to be somewhat balanced, especially in the early stages..."

    Johan contemplated the array of skills available to him within the Sanity System, but then another notification materialized in his view.

    [System Notification]

    [Attention Lightbearer. You have five unused skill points for the Ability & Skills tab. Additionally, you possess five unused points for the Attribute tab. Consider allocating them wisely to enhance your capabilities.]

    [You can acquire skill points through leveling up. You can fill the experience bar by gaining experience points (XP) to advance to the next level. You can earn XP by completing quests, defeating monsters, and overcoming challenges. Defeating monsters and completing quests are the most effective methods of gaining XP and advancing your skills.]

    Johan was mildly surprised at the notification. He hadn''t realized that attributes had a different pool of points and were in a separate category.

    He nodded, absorbing the information, especially the details about experience points. It made sense; in the world of MMORPGs, which he was familiar with, battling foes often yielded valuable experience points and skill advancements. The mechanics of this new world, or rather the Sanity System, clearly operated on a similar principle.

    Johan scanned the list of available skills he could unlock, each promising a unique way to harness power on the battlefield, and most required the activation of the usage of SP. He couldn''t shake the feeling that relying solely on one ability would leave him vulnerable in combat.

    "Can''t be a one-trick pony." His gaze flitted from one skill description to another.

    Finally, with careful consideration, Johan made his decision. He selected four skills and abilities that seemed well-suited to the combat style he sought, leaving one skill point in reserve.

    "I could spend all my points now, but... what if I run into something crazy? Never know when I might need a get-out-of-jail-free card."

    [New Skills Unlocked]

    Eclipsing Strike: An attack infused with light energy. When under stress or losing control, the attack gains a shadowy undertone, increasing its power but slightly draining sanity levels.

    Sanity''s Shield: Creates a protective shield of light around yourself or allies that absorbs damage for a limited time. If the shield breaks, it releases a shadowy energy that staggers nearby enemies.

    Refraction Clone: Create a shimmering decoy of yourself that emits light energy to distract enemies. After a few seconds, the clone explodes, damaging and blinding the area with light.

    Prismatic Surge: Channel a volatile light and shadow energy core, unleashing a powerful area attack that radiates beams and tendrils of energy, dealing wide-range damage. The surge confuses, blinds, and slows enemies caught in its radius, leaving behind shadowy flares that can detonate. Overuse or low sanity causes the flares to destabilize, triggering unpredictable explosions.

    With a deep breath, Johan weighed the choices available for his attributes, but he needed to consider that each started at one.

    "Time to muscle up," he commented, his eyes scanning the list.

    Strength increased physical attack power, while agility improved attack speed and evasion. Stamina increased the maximum health points (HP) and resistance to bodily damage.

    Adding points to Sanity boosted sanity points (SP) regeneration and increased sanity-based attacks, mental resistance, and fortitude. Critical strike chance increased the likelihood of landing crucial hits and vital blows.

    Johan knew that increasing his agility would allow him to maneuver swiftly around the battlefield and dodge attacks.

    He allocated two points.

    Next, Johan turned his attention to the strength stat. While he didn''t anticipate engaging in hand-to-hand combat often, he knew the importance of delivering powerful blows, allocating a single point to strength, confident it would bolster his offensive capabilities.

    Lastly, Johan focused on his sanity attribute. He recalled that all the skills he had unlocked relied on using SP. Increasing this attribute would enhance their effectiveness. He quickly allocated the last two points to the sanity stat, hoping it would amplify the potency of his attacks.

    Johan watched with fascination as his attributes grew stronger. As he confirmed his choices and felt the changes take hold within him, he couldn''t help but wonder about Sanity Points (SP).

    "Seriously? Sanity Points? Why not just call it mana like every other game out there?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "Sounds like someone''s a little too full of herself to name the whole system after her."

    Regardless of the terminology, he now understood what Sanity meant when she told him everything he would need to aid him on his journey was in her system.