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Chapter 1 : Where do i have to start



-Did you see that island over there? That’s where the King of the World lives-

Haaah… I’ve spent 25 years on this planet, and honestly, people here are… British. Yes, really. Don’t roll your eyes—you’re part of this story now, so pay attention.

I’m traveling with a group that calls themselves “Heroes.” Cute, right? Don’t be fooled. They’re all humans with personalities more broken than a cheap Wi-Fi connection. And yes, I see you smirking—you like dysfunctional characters, don’t you?

Being a “Hero”? Please. It’s just a job. Back on Earth, we had regular jobs—accountant, delivery driver, engineer. You do your work, get your reward, and that’s it. Yet here, they act like saving the world makes them special. Tell me, why do you keep dreaming of being a hero? Glory? Adventure? Or do you just like imagining your boring life as something epic?

I work as a Healer. Sounds noble, I know. But I once accidentally killed someone who called me a Priest. Priest! As if a holy person would get… excited over a hybrid cat-human. Furry! Real one! Valkyrie! Big-boobed Elf! And yes, all the other ridiculous fantasy clichés—you know who you are, basement dwellers.

And magic? Don’t get me started. Just yesterday, I watched someone use healing magic to fix a sprained bone. And it worked. Can you believe that? Worked! Something my brain could’ve fixed in ten seconds with a simple massage, but nooo… we need sparkles, hand-waving, and chanting. Magic just makes humans more annoying..

Anyway, if you’re expecting me to swoon over magic or some mystical destiny, you can turn of your internet now. I deal in science, logic, and cold, hard facts. Magic? Nope. I leave that nonsense to the plot devices.

First, let me introduce someone you wouldn’t expect me to be friends with—a dandy Grandmaster of Magic. Yes, 120 years old. Flowing beard, elegant robes, the full “I’m wise and mysterious” package. So why are we friends? Brace yourself… it’s because he has a condition that healing magic literally can’t fix: cataracts.

Think about it. A man who can obliterate armies, bend reality, and probably turn me into a frog with a snap… and he can’t even read his own spellbook without squinting like a drunk librarian. Honestly, it’s kind of inspiring in a pathetic sort of way

And over there… sitting in the shadows like he owns the darkness itself, is an Elf. In this world, Elves can live for thousands of years—but for him, only a few decades remain. Whether that terrifies him or gives him some secret thrill… I couldn’t care less.

What’s funny—and also a little unsettling—is that he wasn’t always this quiet. Once, he was the most famous and expensive… let’s call it a “specialist” in certain arts. Long enough to have lived over a millennium, and trust me, experience like that doesn’t vanish with time. Every glance, every lingering smile hints at stories you wouldn’t dare ask about, whispered lessons from centuries of… indulgence. Dark, elegant, and dangerously magnetic—he moves like someone who has known pleasure and pain in ways few mortals can imagine.

And over there… that one? Officially, she’s a Monster Tamer—but I prefer to call her a farmer. Yes, a farmer, because raising creatures that could eat you alive isn’t much different from tending livestock—just with sharper teeth and higher stakes.

She’s also the chef of this party. Fortunately for all of us, she isn’t a vegan—I’d rather not risk kidney stones surviving on spinach while she experiments in the kitchen. And yes… monster meat is delicious. Don’t ask me how she does it, but somehow, the very creatures that could kill you become a feast fit for kings.

Now, about her… I won’t tell you exactly what she looks like

Sekarang lebih dari ratusan orang  dan monster berkumpul untuk bersiap dan berperang melawan King Of The World hanya 2 hal yang bisa menyatukan banyak orang seperti untuk memiliki satu tujuan dan rela mengorbankan nyawa mereka, bukan untuk keluarga, bukan untuk mimpi dan bukan untuk kebahagian tapi uang dan musuh bersama, tapi karna mereka hanya menggunakan siver and gold jadi kalian bisa simpulkan sendiri manusia yang ada disini hanya memiliki 1 musuh bersama


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Chapter 0. Hey My name is Body 0-FVcK

 


Untuk segala sesuatu ada masanya!

Untuk segala sesuatu ada masanya, untuk apapun di bawah langit ada waktunyaAda waktu untuk lahir, ada waktu untuk meninggal, ada waktu untuk menanam, ada waktu untuk mencabut  yang ditanam; ada waktu untuk membunuh, ada waktu untuk menyembuhkan; ada waktu untuk merombak, ada waktu untuk membangun;  ada waktu untuk menangis, ada waktu untuk tertawa; ada waktu untuk meratap; ada waktu untuk menari; ada waktu untuk membuang batu, ada waktu untuk mengumpulkan batu; ada waktu untuk memeluk, ada waktu untuk menahan diri dari memeluk; ada waktu untuk mencari, ada waktu untuk membiarkan rugi; ada waktu untuk menyimpan, ada waktu untuk membuang; ada waktu untuk merobek, ada waktu untuk menjahit; ada waktu untuk berdiam diri,  ada waktu untuk berbicara; ada waktu untuk mengasihi, ada waktu untuk membenci; ada waktu untuk perang, ada waktu untuk damai. - Alkitab.



So… apparently, you're inside my head. That’s new. Either I'm hallucinating from exhaustion, or my neural broadcast system is pinging through the void and you happen to be tuned in. Congratulations — you're now my imaginary friend, therapist, and unlucky passenger on the weirdest sci-fi ride ever.

Let me paint you a picture.

I’m in a spaceship. Alone. Walking on a treadmill. Yes, seriously. Not for cardio. Not for fun. But because my biomechanical heart needs kinetic input to stay alive.
Translation: if I stop walking, I become a very expensive corpse.

Now, before you assume I’m some sleek android or part of some robo-army — no. I’m still human. Just... the upgraded model. The final patch. Humanity 6.9

You see, back when Earth still had blue skies and questionable governments, people realized the universe was expanding. Galaxies were drifting away from each other like awkward strangers in an elevator. One day, we wouldn’t be able to reach any new planets. So, being the brilliant species we are, we panicked. And when humans panic, they either start a war… or build really dramatic science projects.

One of those projects was me.

I’m the product of every biotech innovation they could cram into one body. Enhanced DNA. Regenerative systems. Quantum memory storage. Even mitochondria so efficient they make regular humans look like potatoes on low battery. I’m built to survive. But here's the cosmic joke:
No one ever asked if I wanted to.

I was sent out into the multiverse to find a new home — a living capsule of Earth’s memory, morals, mistakes… and memes. A walking apology letter from humanity to the rest of existence.

But then I woke up. Alone. On a ship I barely remember boarding. No crew. No mission log. Just me, a treadmill, and a fridge full of flavorless emergency rations.
That’s when it started: this weird bleed in my thoughts. Like my memories were echoing beyond the walls. Like someone — you — might be listening.

And maybe that makes sense. After all, humans used to send radio signals into deep space hoping aliens would hear them. Literal beep boop messages like,
“Hey intelligent life, want to hang out and maybe not vaporize us?”

Honestly, it’s smarter to send someone like me. A handsome, sarcastic science mutant powered by spite and treadmill friction. Who wouldn’t respond to that?

But let’s get real for a second.

Even with all my upgrades, I still feel... human. Too human. I overthink. I hesitate. I spiral. I have dreams I don’t understand and memories I don’t think are mine.
And here’s the part that really messes with me:
I know things I shouldn’t know.

I know that on the original Earth, there were about 10²⁰ to 10²⁵ sentient lifeforms. And every time a species got smart, they did the same thing — they gathered into groups, elected leaders, and built rules for how everyone else should live.
Freedom? It’s always a binary: you have it, or someone else took it so you can’t.

In my database, the first recorded war was between Lagash and Umma. Humans were barely out of the mud — and they already started fighting over territory and pride.
Funny how that instinct survived longer than empathy.

So yeah. My brain is full of facts, history, sarcasm, and trauma.
And now, apparently, you're here too.

Maybe you’re hearing me because you needed to.
Maybe you’re the one person who’ll understand what happens next.
Because the truth is, this isn’t just a story about surviving space, magic, and bad food.

It’s about what it means to chase freedom... when your body says no.
To want purpose… when you were built for function.
To dream… even when dreaming hurts.

Now — if you don’t mind — I have to keep walking, or I’ll die.
And we haven’t even crashed yet.


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