World record raidist Dingus Can had taken part in numerous raids in all kinds of countries. He had become a patriarchic legend throwing a dark shadow on matriarchy.

Some attribute unnatural riding skills to him, others say that his blood was hot like fire and his gaze strong like steel - or was that RaidPutIn (a dude who was allegedly immune to poison)?

Currently an omnipresent anti-raid cult is spreading anti-raid propaganda, but these people are still mentioned as heroes by many.

Some modern raidists like Abstain even made big money with raid until they did not kill themselves - and rumors say that powerful people like Ronvall Man Donvall, president of AMerryCan, Billie La Grille, owner of MiniLoft and 'Marco' Chi John were involved in it.

This was probably the reason why Abstain did not kill himself, so that he could not talk about who was also a raidist.

Everyone knows now that 'Marco' Chi John prefers raid over murder by now. A new age of open raidism seems to have started?! But is killing a raidist murder?

Luca Fair, the strongest teen of class 7b had a hard time deciding what to write next into his essay about raid. It was one of the top topics of Karens school for all children - which she had collected from everywhere on the foursided world.

Everyone knew that justice was important, but you couldn't have people only learn justice.

Eventually one had to have a productive job, have an actual education, everyone knew it.

Karen would not teach them practical things like magic or psychology, only justice.

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"Miss Viable, when will we learn magic?", Luca would ask if he did not know what happened to the children who asked. Karen had blackened out one of the pixels on their mandatory QR-code tattoo as punishment. And nobody knew what that would mean for them.

If there just were a place to get educated without Karen noticing.

Luca did not want to have one of the pixels of his QR-tattoo blackened. Plus having a tiny bomb implanted in his spine that could be remotely detonated did scare him a bit - he might have given up trying to magic it, but he seriously disliked being unemployed in the future.

He needed to find someone smart, someone mature, someone dependable and brave.

His eyes fell on the class clown, well known idiot 'Desmond Lime', who still had a convenient rock embedded into his head - who knows how it got there.

"What are you looking at, mortal child?", Desmond asked him in a voice that was definitely different - who knows why Marco the plumber tought him to do that.

"Are you really still on this 'ooh I am possessed'-gag? This is a serious situation isn't it?", Luca asked, hoping to not overwhelm the well known idiot with two successive questions.

"Oooh I am possessed! There is a spooky eldritch entity within the stone that will end humankind with its promises of power, which it intends to fulfill...", the idiot Desmond rambled on about his delusions, realistically depicting a boy that has temporary breached possession of an eldritch being, but Luca didn't listen - what a waste of his time. This was hopeless. He was stuck with an highly trained but immature actor in his cell and all that he could do was writing his essay and waiting for the next lesson to begin.