Part 1

A few days earlier… as downpours fell a battle raged in a destroyed forest, a battle between giant humans and bandits.

A young giant human with a full beard riding a war elephant swung down his sheep head axe cleaving a bandit in half and proceeded to charge with his war elephant trampling on the bandits.

Similar to the young giant human there were other giant humans like him riding on war elephants the length of 9 to 13 meters long weighing 26,000 to 38,000 pounds some of them even exceeding that with the length of 20 to 34 meters long and weighing almost close to 100,000 pounds.

The giant humans brutally slaughtered the bandits drying the wet land with their blood.

“Ah you damn barbarians, how can you be so cruel don’t you have any sense of justice or care for others' lives?” A dying bandit shouted out as his head was blown to smithereens.

“W-What do you think this is injustice? No-no my bandit friends, what we are doing to you is justice…

…The law of this land dictates to kill outlaws like you who intrude into this paradise land by death a thousandfold.

You are pesky cockroaches that infested into our motherland robbing of its wealth and wanting to pillage and rape our homes and women, that is simply unacceptable.

You deserve a fate worse than death so be grateful for this, for we are doing house cleaning since we have noble guests throughout the world who will be attending the wedding of our beautiful princess, my beautiful sister.

But to call that mercy of ours barbaric, calling us barbarians when it was you who came to rob us of our lives and wealth… unacceptable… unacceptable… unacceptable… my brothers and sisters show these thieves no mercy and be done with their heads… I order you of this as your prince no, I ask of you my warriors, to protect the honor of our ancestors who established our tribe, the honor of our motherland, the honor of our tribe, and the honor we hold for the future, cleanse these vile infestations.”

In a fury, the young giant human with a full beard shouted in protest and outrage at the fact that he and his kind were called barbarians for the fact that they were protecting their homeland from the bandits that came to steal what did not belong to them.

His fiery speech struck justice in the hearts of his fellow tribesmen and terrible tribulation in the hearts of the bandits.

The bandits become frantic and spiritless fleeing in all directions as the unstoppable might of the giant humans crushed upon them.

The war elephants that shook the very earth in their walk followed after the fleeing bandits burying them 6 feet under as they too felt the rage their master had felt.

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Part 2

It had been two days since that rainy night when the giant humans battled the bandits yet no matter how many of them they killed there were still some bandits who escaped their wrath by hiding in the mountains and forests.

The giant humans known for their notoriety of barbarism to the outside world are divided into 25 tribes, five big tribes, and 20 smaller tribes, these being the tribes known to the outside world as many other tribes are nomads.

Each tribe has its territory and culture being closed to the outside world, which is only the most are as some tribes trade with the outside world and build friendly relationships with them.

To the giant humans calling them barbaric is the highest insult which would result in brutal death and becoming unwelcome in their lands.

Before the humans did not care for their friendships or want to go to their land but later on when learning that this land that is full of wonders is the richest land to Felicia their hunger for it became adamant.

To this land, their natural resource is second to none… More so since most of the tribes in the land despise outsiders and only a few of them trade with outsiders.

This brought competition to the outside world wanting to be friends with those tribes that wished to trade.

Of course, the mentality of humans is that only the privileged or the strong should have access to the wealth of a land that does not welcome all outsiders.

To the outside world, the wealth that is most unattainable is the most wanted wealth.

This wanting of something they don’t have access to made many forces sending criminals to steal that wealth.

These criminals also had their own desires becoming their own forces raiding mines and villages to steal whatever they could get their hands on and make money out of it in the outside world.

Today they are bandits no longer organized like in the past but still noisense and dangerous.

These young warriors who have battled the bandits have tracked down every other bandit that escaped their clutches and ended them on site.

Being denizens of this land is unwelcome to the small humans who are only at most up to 10 feet in height… They are the purebred species of this land, their stature being that of 20 to 40 feet with incredible might that makes them resistant to not only the temperature but also all other phenomena and sicknesses.

The young warriors were all around the age of early 20s even though some of them had full beards.

They numbered about 40 each with different kinds of gear.

The female warriors in the group wore an outfit that left their abdomen uncovered, though that was about it as most of the other vital areas were well protected.

One stood out as a nail to the others only wearing two pieces of garment that covered the breast area and the other part was not fully covered, making people wonder if she was not fearful of getting hurt in battle because of her gear or if it was a style of the sort.

In contrast to them the male warriors were depicting the image one would have of barbarians they only wore garments that protected the lower parts of their bodies and the upper half fully displayed for all to see unprotected.

Their bodies had some tribal markings making them intimidating and with the scary weapons held in arms that would crush, sever, or kill their opponents in the most painful way they gave the true presence of barbarians as they are called.

They were dark and brown-skinned with muscular warrior builds.

Their leader was the young-looking giant human with a full beard he wielded a sheepheaded axe, on his back was the marking of a man strangling a huge snake ten times his size with an axe similar to his on hand while on his front was a marking that went across his body diagonally…

This young leader is the prince of one of the five big tribes in this land that is known as the oldest and the very first empire in the history of Felicia.

Its name has never been changed carrying the blood of warriors and their struggles of the world as they bravely fought giant monsters bigger than the mountains that hold their land.

The continent of the beginning, the land that has seen thousand-year wars, the land that is brimming with life and death, the land of giant humans, and the land that holds the promise to come, the Balruf continent.

The young warrior descendant down from his war elephant that evolved into a magnificent creature of destruction, it had six legs, a sun emblem on its trunk, and big tusks that could dig the earth deep and slice through boulders the size of houses and huge trees like a sharp blade made to slice mountains apart.

The war elephants in contrast to normal elephants have huge tusks with a hide that is able to defend against sharp spears and a brute strength/ability to lift something twice their weight.

Most of them were uncommon beasts and dire beasts looking no different in appearance from normal elephants while the few evolved ones were also the same looking but with features such as six legs and abnormal-looking tusks and trunks.

-Name: War Elephants

Species: Stonehide Elephants (Uncommon Beasts)

Size: 14 to 19 meters long - weighing 29,000 to 41,000 pounds

-Name: War Elephants

Species: Ironhide Elephants (Dire Beasts)

Size: 20 to 27 meters long - weighing 42,000 to 57,000 pounds

-Name: War Elephants

Species: Fire War Elephants

Rank: Evolved 1st Stage (Green Core)

Size: 29 to 46 meters long - weighing 60,000 to 100,000 pounds

Ability: Breath Fire From Their Trunks

The young warrior observed the trails of destruction that lay before him, his face and heart calm as he tested the dirt and smelled the traces.

This place was once a forest that was at the foot base of a mountain but now it resembled nothing like it used to be.

Its destruction spoke loud as if a war of massive beasts had taken place.

He could tell from how destroyed it was that this was no war of beasts but a battle of two monsters.

And the monsters responsible would not be what the typical person would think of but those strong humans whose strength can only be called monstrous.

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This is so because not only is he a warrior but he is also a hunter that never lets his prey escape from him following whatever end it has gone to.

A hunter who leads an army of beasts as his companions, all the war elephants behind him being that army of his they obey and follow every command of his trembling on whoever ends up being the unlucky bastard.

Spitting the dirt out the young warrior proceeded to the cave in front of him, his nose picking up the scent of dried blood.

On the ground near the cave were the footprints of boots that experienced a heavy rain, the muddy traces being all over the place, though there was another footprint one that seemed to belong to a giant human because of its size.

“This place has seen battle not long ago, possibly the morning after the rain stopped… spread out and search the surroundings. I'll head inside to see what beast could have done this.” In a serious manner, the young warrior leading them spoke his voice trailing off as he already went inside before finishing what he was saying.

“Again! What does the young prince intend to do? Does he want to hog all the fun to himself if he finds anyone in there?” A female warrior with mohawk-like hair voiced in protest wanting to go inside.

She was the warrior who wore an outfit consisting of nothing but two pieces seeming almost completely naked.

The breastplate seemed to cover only the lower half showing most of her bosoms and a leather-like cloth that showed her buttocks crack.

She had the tribal markings of crocodile scarring, each one marking how many battles she partook in and won.

The crocodile scarring was posed on the right side of her body from the face down to her feet.

On the left side of her body were tattoo markings like the others but with flames, unlike just line marks.

“Calm yourself Rwana you know how the young prince is sometimes besides I don’t think there is any living being in there let alone the nearby area it’s just a precaution, the young prince wants to have some fun alone if there is any.” Another female warrior said to her, she was wearing braids and silk leather light battle armor.

She had a long spear and shield that could cover her if put in front of her.

“Hrmph alright let's be done with this.” Snorting the female warrior called Rwana left with the others scouting around.

Meanwhile, inside the cave, the young prince was strolling further inside encountering traces of blood that dyed up and more footprints.

Finally, after having walked for not more than one minute he came to the end of the cave finding strange stairs that led to a basement there.

“Hmm!!” Wondering to himself the young prince descended down the stairs, his eyes shaking with horror and surprise.

There presenting themselves were the discovered and torn bodies of the bandits he’d been looking for, it was like they encountered a beast that had no need for their flesh but liked tearing bodies to pieces.

The young prince gulped at it as this was something even he wouldn’t stoop to, this was just too barbaric more than that of using weapons to do it…

…Because the bodies had signs of being torn apart by mouth and hands like they were something that wasn’t alive.

Other than that the basement was plain like the cave, nothing interesting being there, though there seemed to be some sort of hole in the wall.

It was more of a man-sized hole not too deep fitting the description of man-sized as it seemed even he could get in there.

Aside from that, nothing else seems out of the ordinary in the basement, just torn bodies by some sort of beast or man with a weird fetish.

…

A few minutes later the warriors gathered at the entrance of the cave waiting for their young prince.

Exiting out of the cave he was met with the gazes of his tribesmen waiting to hear what he found.

“So what you find in there?” Asked Rwana her tune a little expecting.

The young prince looked at her before turning to the others and said, “Nothing but rotting corpses.” After saying that he walked up to his war elephant preparing to mount it.

“That’s it you didn’t find any living rats there?” This time another warrior spoke, a male of big build compared to them with a beard split in two and crocodile scarrings on his face along with two round earrings on him.

“Yes only dead bandits rotten to the core seemed they were done in brutaly there pieces decorating the place, trust me you don’t wanna look at it… now how about you guys tell me what y'all found.” The young prince said after having mounted his war elephant that had a sun emblem on its trunk.

“Here we found this helmet southwest of here…” The female warrior with the braids and silk leather light battle armor said, throwing a helmet that had seven horns interlocked around each other and two horns above.

Grabbing the helmet thrown at him the young leader looked at it before throwing it to the ground and asked what else they found.

“We saw a pile of rotten corpses forming small hills and some strange fungus was growing on them that is west of here.” Said another female warrior.

After everyone reported their findings the young leader turned to the last person Rwana who had a grin on her face.

“And what did you find?” The young leader asked his tune, somewhat tired.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha it is good that you ask, young prince!” Smiling she jumped on her war elephant saying follow me I’ll show you what I found.

Sighing, the young leader motioned the rest to follow along, before saying, “Oh and can you stop calling me young prince we’re about the same age it kinda feels weird being called young like that.”

“Ha-ha-ha-ha you must have forgotten that I’m one year older than you, so you are young to me young prince or should I call you my prince instead?” Laughing at what he said Rwana moved her war elephant close to his asking him if she could call him her prince.

This made the young warrior distance himself while blushing as he said, “Whatever just leads the way.”

“Ha, I’ll hold you on that! Anyways, north of here, I found a grave that had a great sword as its gravestone… But that is only half important as the thing that caught my eyes was the footprints left there.” While talking Rwana was giving glances at the young warrior leader.

“And those footprints belong to whom?” The young leader asked.

“Well don’t cut me I haven’t finished yet, anyways the footprints are of man and beast heading north to the Grand Canyon.” Rwana stopped there as they arrived near the grave.

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Part 3

When the system Lilian in her true incorporeal form appeared and took action in her own hands to ensure King’s safety, she began to lay out the foundation of his main form’s development and evolution.

As an object with a will, the Orb of Avarice exists to fulfill the desire of her master.

It takes on the many functions of a system working like a computer with a calculative and human-like mind.

[Ding]

[Beginning the separation of mind and body.]

[Initiating inner world simulation.]

[7th Plane World: Pride Plains Domain constructed.]

[Simulation at 001%]

The system Lilian began with the separation of mind and body, encasing King’s body in a cocoon of transparent flesh that had tube-like internals pumping essence into it.

Essence: The components of lifeblood and core of a creature in the form of energy, not relating to the soul.

Inside the cocoon, King’s body molded into a strange lump like an embryo.

The more essence was pumped into the lump like the embryo, many small changes appeared to it.

These small changes varied in appearance but were like tissues of stranded bones and muscles connected by string strands of blue and red lines encompassed by black lines.

These two-string strand lines encompassed by black were two clashing energies with a heating aura and freezing aura.

They both represented the bloodline of the being King was being molded into carrying the powers of frost, fire, and darkness as elements.

Soon the lump of embryo took the shape of larvae though instead of becoming an insect the changes still went on going.

Taking shape was the first stage as the next to come was becoming a flesh-like being with four limbs, a head, and a tail with a strange mark on its forehead.

[Simulation at 099%]

A day later after the lump of embryo took the shape of larvae and transformed into the form of a lion cub with a strange mark on its head, a second transformation of growth took place.

In this transformation, the lion cub became an adult lion with a full mane.

After the construction of the main form’s physical form was done the next stage of construction began, the evolving of the main form.

This stage of evolution began with the dissolving of the cocoon, another cocoon taking its place.

A cocoon of frost and fire enveloped the lion…

The process of being enveloped by the two elements was like being crushed inside a spiked torture coffin.

A spike of ice lance pierced through his head freezing the brain, while simultaneously a spike of fire spread through his heart setting it ablaze.

For the next day and onwards his body was going through being burned alive while the frost froze his body and made it new just to have sparks of flames combust within him to start the process all over again.

The flames engulfing him were sometimes blue like ice, other times like normal flames before turning black and burning his body to cinders.

First, it began with the skin and then the flesh of his body tissues, and muscles all of that along with the organs except for the heart which burned like it was flame in itself, and the brain which stood frozen like an icicle.

As he burned he started screaming in agony but there was no voice coming out and his bones crumbled to dust but the ice reconstructed him whole.

This continued indefinitely through what felt like an eternity, and finally, the flames died down; only a small portion of flame remained flickering on his forehead, as his body started to recover and a blue ice shell covered him just like when he was inside the cocoon, and this time the cocoon was frosty ice dancing like a flame.

It was pretty weird as the cocoon was frosty blue burning like fire while encompassing him like a chrysalis in hibernation.

Thus, like that he entered his evolution hibernation, and what he comes out with is up to him if the path of evolution for him is firm then he shall be born as desired.

*

Elsewhere in another corner of the world, a pale man in worn-out armor and a huge scythe rode on a pale gray horse with very long legs and a dark gray mane that covered his eyes with ears also sticking up out of the unruly mane.

On the back of the horse was an 8 to 9 feet coffin with a width of 42 inches and at its cover close to where the head of the coffin is there were two symbols divided by a line.

The former symbol was a forging hammer while the latter symbol was a scythe and below the two symbols was an Emerald Gem that had a shiny star at its center.

This pale man was Sato Yoru, a man from another world, known as Moralz K. Cypher in this world, with the epithet of The Pale Rider.

Suddenly while riding on his trusty friend Pale, The Pale Rider sensed something turned to his back.

The coffin on the back’s door slit to the side and before figuring out what happened a light flashed engulfing him wholly.

The whole world around him shifted like a shifting painting.

The Pale Rider appeared in a white world where the ground moved like an escalator.

An interesting smile appeared on his face as soon as he realized what happened glancing to the far right where a blurry figure was materializing.

The Pale Rider went to where the blurry figure was waving his hand in a smile.

“Hey!” It sounded like he was a different person as he waved and greeted the blurry figure.

Clang… Clang… Clang…

His greeting was met with the sound of hammering as the materialized person didn’t even look at him hammering on his blade.

The materialized person was a giant human blacksmith with long hair that covered his face as he looked down hammering a blade.

“As also pal you don’t disappoint even though you don’t say anything, just your appearance alone is enough to make me happy a little bit. So what’s up?” Like he was used to this kind of greeting, The Pale Rider asked why for he was summoned.

[Ding]

[The Forger of War Instruments, asks of you to retrieve his daughter who is being held in the land of the west, the continent of the beginning, the land of giants.]

A floating text in blue panel appeared in front of him with instructions on what to do and where to get it from.

“Your daughter heh, I only thought you had one man, we need some serious talk after this… Alright though I got it, leave it all to me.” As he started to open his mouth saying a bunch of things the landscape before him shifted again like when he came here cutting him in half.

Saying the last part on the outside rather than in the white space where the strange blacksmith was.

“Ahh I like that and all but I don’t like being cut off like that.” The Pale Rider resumed his ride with Pale murmuring to himself as he complained about what happened at the end though this time his aimless ride had a destination and a mission to complete…

Fin