『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

A king stood before you, dressed in rich royal robes. He looked unamused as he gazed upon his court, full of nobles and commoners alike. His dark eyes swept across your form, taking in every detail, from the formal suit to the red glasses perched on your nose.

"Ah, so you are the one they speak of... The being that has been summoned by our greatest mages," he said slowly, his voice like iron. "Come forth and state your purpose, for we have no time to waste."

The king raised an eyebrow at your answer. "Indeed? And what do you mean by 'reborn'?" he asked cautiously. "Explain yourself."

His court waited with bated breath for your reply, some looking nervous while others appeared intrigued. The king's guards stood nearby, their hands resting on the pommels of their swords in case they were needed.

The king's expression darkened as he listened to your words. "So you are the one responsible for this chaos," he muttered under his breath. He took a deep breath before speaking louder, his voice steady and commanding. "I see no reason why I should not take advantage of your... unique talents."

The court erupted into an uproar, some shouting their approval while others voiced their protests. The king raised his hand, silencing them all at once. "My decision is made," he announced firmly.

"Very well," the king said with a nod. He turned to face his advisors, who were still murmuring among themselves. "Send word to our generals and strategists. Tell them we have a new ally, one who has proven himself time and again on countless battlefields. We shall put him in command of our armies and lead us to victory."

The court fell silent once more as the king's advisors hurried away to carry out his orders. The king turned back to you, Recardo. "

The king studied your expression for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well," he said softly. "Lead our armies into battle, Recardo. And when we have vanquished our enemies, I shall make sure that you are rewarded beyond your wildest dreams." His gaze turned steely once more as he continued, "But remember this: I am the king. My word is law. If at any point you step out of line or disobey my commands, there will be consequences."

As the guards escorted you from the throne room, the whispers of the court followed in your wake. Some worshipped your reputation and praised their king for summoning such a powerful ally, while others feared what chaos you might bring. The halls of the palace were grandiose beyond measure, with intricate tapestries adorning the walls and polished marble floors that gleamed like mirrors.

The convoy of wagons carrying you and the king's soldiers traveled for days, crossing through dense forests and rocky mountain passes. As you journeyed toward the site of the battle, tensions ran high within your ranks. The soldiers were eager to prove themselves in combat, while you awaited the day when your strategic genius would be put to the test.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the scouts returned with news that the enemy army was close by.

As you took to the skies, your eyes scanned the battlefield below. The enemy forces were arrayed before you like a vast, dark tapestry, their numbers seemingly endless. Your heart raced with anticipation, and your fingers itched for a sword hilt. It was time to show these fools what true leadership looked like.

With a wave of your hand, the king's soldiers charged forward into the fray, their banners snapping in the wind as they shouted their war cries.

As you called forth your undead legions from the earth itself, an eerie silence fell over the battlefield. The living soldiers of both sides paused in mid-battle, their eyes wide with shock and fear as they beheld the macabre spectacle before them. Your laughter echoed through the air like thunder, chilling even the bravest of hearts.

With your new forces at your command, you began to wreak havoc on the enemy ranks.

You carved through the ranks of soldiers like a scythe through wheat, leaving a trail of blood and gore in your wake. Your sword and scythe danced through the air with deadly grace, striking down enemies with precise, brutal efficiency. The sounds of battle faded into the background as you focused on the slaughter before you, relishing every kill.

Soon enough, the enemy's resistance crumbled beneath your might.

With the enemy army defeated and the field littered with corpses, you returned to your wagon in triumph. The surviving soldiers of the king's forces looked upon you with a mixture of awe and fear as they gathered around, eager for news of their victory. You accepted their praise and adulation with a cold smile, knowing that it was all meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

When you arrived at the throne room, the king was already seated upon his throne. He looked up at you with an expression that was difficult to read. "Well," he said slowly, "I must admit that your actions today have exceeded even my most extravagant expectations. You have proven yourself to be a valuable asset indeed."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "However, I must also remind you of our agreement. Obey me, and I will reward you beyond your wildest dreams. Disobey me...

You had been unable to shake the feeling that something was amiss within the kingdom. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but suspect that the king might not be as trustworthy as he seemed. So, you decided to conduct a little investigation of your own. You slipped silently into the darkness of the forest, moving stealthily through the trees like a ghost.

Your target was an elf maiden who had recently gone missing from her village.