(3rd Point Of View)
In the heart of one of the forests of El Dorado, the country ruled by Demon Lord Leon Cromwell, a young girl reveled in the thrill of hunting Needle Rabbits—(rabbit monsters with horns on their heads).
With each successful catch, she couldn't help but express her delight.
"Hehe! I caught another one ! What a great harvest. The forest sector is really the best! Huh, what's that ?" Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a figure in the nearby lake.
"?! What is that ?" she wondered, noticing a strange silhouette in the water.
"Is that a corpse ? Oh my God, wait, why am I scared of that ? I'm an A-ranked adventurer. Even if it's an evil spirit, I can easily dispel it."
Confidently, she chanted, "Holy light, shine..." Her staff began to glow brightly, and a ray of light struck the strange figure in the lake. To her surprise, nothing happened. "Looks like it's just a corpse. Phew, I'm so unlucky. Let's just go back home and inform the Guild."
Approaching the lake to inspect the seemingly lifeless figure, the corpse on the ground started twitching.
"Ah, a zombie!" she exclaimed, taking a step back.
Suddenly, to her amazement, the corpse stood up, revealing a handsome young man. He burst out of the water, and the young girl was treated to one of the most astonishing sights of her life.
The man possessed sharp features—a defined nose, beautiful lips, and a pair of big black eyes with a pale golden glow.
His long, flowing black hair cascaded down his back, soft and shiny.
Appearing to be in his twenties, he boasted a remarkable physique with a distinct eight-pack, broad shoulders, and muscular arms. His body bore numerous scars.
The young man extended his hand towards her, as if expecting it to go through her, and whispered, "I'm still alive ? ... Where is this place ?"
The forest, once a serene hunting ground, had suddenly transformed into the backdrop for an unexpected encounter.
However, as soon as these words escaped his lips, the man's eyes rolled back, and he fell unconscious, collapsing to the ground.
Surveying the situation, the girl's determination heightened. She knelt by the water's edge, gently she placed her hands on his shoulders, carefully checking for any signs of injury.
The young man's body felt warm to the touch, and she noted the cracked and wet armor that adorned his lower half .
She observed his features closely, realizing the severity of his situation.
The scars on his body hinted at a tumultuous past, adding another layer of mystery to the encounter.
The reflections of the surrounding trees danced on the lake's surface, creating a serene yet surreal backdrop to the unfolding scene.
Concern etched across her face, she muttered to herself, "Just What happened to you ?"
The girl swiftly moved to inspect his pulse, hoping to gauge his condition.
Sensing his faint heartbeat, she sighed in relief but knew that immediate action was necessary.
Focusing her attention, she decided to lift the young man gently, cradling him in her arms.
His unconscious form felt heavier than expected, but determination fueled her efforts.
The girl carefully maneuvered through the forest, navigating the terrain with caution.
Her destination: the nearest settlement or aid, where she could unravel the mystery surrounding the young man's sudden appearance and find help for his apparent distress.
As she hurried through the foliage, the young girl's thoughts raced, contemplating the best course of action to ensure the well-being of her unexpected companion
Back then, the girl known as Lyra Unic didn't grasp the full significance of her actions. Unaware of the intricate threads of destiny that she was weaving, she simply acted on instinct, guided by a sense of duty and compassion.
Little did Lyra comprehend that the choices made on that seemingly ordinary day would reverberate far beyond the edges of the forest, resonating with the fate not only of her own existence but with the destiny of the entire world. The ripples initiated by her decision would unfold, shaping the course of events in ways she could not fathom.
Whether the impact would be for the better or worse remained shrouded in the uncertainty of the future, concealed within the intricacies of the unfolding tale.
Lyra, with her act of compassion and curiosity, had unwittingly become a catalyst for change, setting in motion forces that would soon transcend the boundaries of the small clearing and intertwine with the grand tapestry of the world's destiny.
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(Alexander Point Of View)
As I returned to the Rulid village from my latest successful hunt, I couldn't help but take in the sights and sounds of the place that had become an unexpected haven for me .
I still can't believe it's been 3 months since I left that tower
The village, once unfamiliar, now felt like a second home. The quaint houses, surrounded by lush greenery, stood as a testament to the simple yet comforting life of the villagers.
The air was filled with the scent of cooking fires and the lively chatter of the villagers going about their daily routines. Children played in the open spaces, laughter echoing through the air. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant babble of a nearby stream added to the tranquil atmosphere
This village has become more than just a pit stop in my journey. The people here... they've accepted me, and in return, I've become their protector. Hunting for them, providing food, it's the least I can do for their hospitality.
As I walked through the village, some villagers greeted me with smiles
Villager 1: "Did you see Lord Alexander's latest catch? A giant Direwolf! He never fails to bring us the best Preys ."
Villager 2: "I heard he single-handedly took down a pack of Shadow Panthers last week. The man's a Monster !"
Villager 3: "And he doesn't just hunt. He's helped repair the fence near my house twice now. Such a kind soul."
Villager 4: "I heard he once fought off a group of bandits who tried to approach the village. Swift as an arrow, he was!"
Villager 5: "My children love when he tells them stories by the fire. Says he's been through things you wouldn't believe."
Villager 6: "I'm telling you, we're lucky to have him. Ever since he arrived, our fortunes have changed."
Villager 7: "We should do something to show our appreciation. A feast, maybe? Or a ceremony in his honor?"
Villager 8: "I agree! He's done so much for us. It's time we let him know just how much we value him."
I felt a genuine warmth in these interactions, a sense of camaraderie that went beyond a self appointed obligations or duty.
I shifted toward the central gathering area,where a makeshift market had formed. Villagers bartered goods, shared stories, and celebrated the bounties of their labor.
The sight sparked a desire to give back to the community that had unknowingly saves my life .
Smiling, I dropped today's latest prey for the villagers, gracefully dismissing their words of praise and thanks. The sense of fulfillment derived from watching the grateful children gathering around me surpassed any gratitude expressed by the villagers.
After all, this was the least I could do for them now.
If it weren't for those people, I might have died in that forest. Most of my {skills} were sealed back then. If it weren't for them nursing me back during that first month...
The recollection of those early days brought a mix of humility and appreciation. The villagers, initially cautious of a stranger like me , had extended a helping hand when I needed it the most.
These people deserve more than just the occasional meat delivery. Maybe I can help with their crops, strengthen their defenses, or even contribute to the overall well-being of the village. It's time to repay their kindness in a way that truly matters.
And what better way then to destroy the demon that been literally dropping what I've come to learn as nuclear magic upon their city on a near daily basis