???????, February 5th 2012 (Evening)

"Aarrgh!!!" the green dragon screamed in pain. He dropped his Axe weapon. Fortunately, the place was a bridge with a wide road and a concrete foundation so the axe did not fall through the bridge.

The green dragon was wet, shirtless like the creatures before him, and wearing dark blue pants barefoot. All over his body, there were many forms of scars from scratches, burns, and bruises covering the green dragon's body. He had collapsed from the skills cast by his opponents. He intended to get up, but while he was still crouching, two other figures that seemed to be subordinates of the grey dragon quickly grabbed both of his hands so that he could not fight back and grab his axe back. He could only roar trying to break free. Some blood flowing from his chest but it was quickly washed away by the rain drenching his body.

"Don't fight back!" the grey dragon ordered loudly.

The grey dragon's body was almost identical to the green one. The obvious difference between the two was that the grey dragon's body was clear of any wounds and his height was shorter. The gray dragon was wearing white trousers and was holding a Spear weapon with both hands.

"You have no Mobius device and are outnumbered!!!" the grey dragon exclaimed. "I hope you realise your position and understand that we are not enemies."

"Pro-Professor Sepith!" called out the dwarf-sized brown dog figure to the dragon's left. He was holding a Flute weapon with black pants like the other subordinates. "All those scars, are you sure he's..."

"There's no mistake, Hamelin," Sepith interrupted. "The only ones who can access this virtual world should be the four of us now. He's an uninvited guest."

"How this can be?" asked the white Golem, a stone-bodied gorilla-like creature who was holding the green dragon's left hand. "Shouldn't we be able to control their consciousness?"

"Rook, this world has its natural law and he is the one who can bypass it," Sepith replied firmly.

"Pendragon, the Immortal Beast," said the light blue dragon holding the green dragon's right hand. "I never thought I would directly touch his hand now..."

"Is he your idol, Aquos?" Rook reproached his friend.

"I'm not his fan, you idiot!!!" retorted Aquos to his friend on the other side.

Rook and Aquos looked like they were about to argue, but both were silenced by Pendragon's fierce voice. "Who are all of you guys and why am I here?"

Sepith stuck his weapon on the bridge. He asked with a focused look, "Before answering that…Uh, I mean do you remember anything, whatever before you woke up on Mjolnir's bridge?"

Pendragon closed his eyes and looked down, seemingly deep in thought. He then looked at Sepith, "All I vaguely remember is that I was wandering around in a very dark dungeon and I was just a familiar, a wandering spirit."

"That is a memory from the old world," Sepith replied. "You are now possessing a new body."

"A new body...," Pendragon repeated. He looked at his own body, observing the familiar scars. He did not look pleased at the state of himself and the animal figures around him.

"We will explain what is happening now," Sepith said. "This new world is still being rebuilt by us, we don't even have proper clothes yet."

"So, that's why you didn't bring the female-gendered chiefs of staff here," Hamelin said as he clapped his hands.

"It's obvious, you idiot!!!" blasted Sepith with his left hand clenched into a fist at Hamelin.

There was a loud crunching sound.

"I-I...," said Pendragon, bowing his head.

"Hunger is proof you're a living being," Sepith said wisely. "Come with us to the camp."

Sepith's two subordinates released their grip from Pendragon's hand, but Pendragon was kept in the center just in case. The group began to walk west toward the bridge despite the heavier rain.

"This is westward, are we heading to the academy?" asked Pendragon.

"It was and will be an academy," replied Sepith, looking back. "You must be familiar with the structure of this city from long ago."

"Professor, today we're just watering all the plant seeds that have been planted with the help of this rain, right?" asked Rook doubtfully.

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"Yes, but remember your duty to match the blueprint design for the academy's structure," Sepith replied. He looked at Rook who nodded.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the end of the river closest to the bridge's edge. There were four tents there for each creature other than Pendragon.

"Do your work guys, I'll cook for our guest," Sepith ordered his subordinates in front of his tent. "Pendragon, come inside."

Pendragon entered Sepith's tent and sat down next to a torch to warm himself. He peeked out and glanced at each of Sepith's three subordinates who were scattering in different directions. It seemed like he had no right to know what his subordinates' current tasks were.

"Well, on the bright side, I have someone to chat with," Sepith said as he approached him.

Sepith took out a stove and a pot filled with chicken, gravy, and various vegetables next to a torch out of nowhere, which seemed like magic. "Err, sorry if there are no towels. We've all been soaking wet since this afternoon."

"No problem, it's better to be wet than overheated and burned like this scar." Pendragon groped his left abdomen with his right hand.

Sepith looked at one of the burns that Pendragon was touching. He did not want to respond to what Pendragon meant and tried to change the topic.

"This is one of all usages from a device called Mobius, which stands for Mobile Orbment, Battle, Inventory, and User Storage!!!" Sepith said with a strange object in his left hand while pointing at the cooking utensils. "You will also be able to use this thing and see how your conditions such as HP, MP, skills, equipment, and so on."

Pendragon looked at the strange object on Sepith's left hand. "It seems that your speech tone has become more polite to me after the battle."

"You're older than me, aren't you? Your voice makes me think of my deceased father."

"Well, whatever. Its function is similar to that magic bracelet from long ago?" asked Pendragon.

"The bracelet on the Sovereign's left hand? Exactly. Only, all the inhabitants of this world will be able to own this thing," replied Sepith with a grin.

"You talk like you know him well!!!" snapped Pendragon, looking fiercely at Sepith.

"Well, I'm sorry if a Supreme like me is rude to my elders," Sepith said condescendingly. "I am well acquainted with the first Sovereign. If you don't know, Supreme is the Sovereign's right-hand man. But in the first cycle of this world, I didn't have a body to communicate with you Survivors."

Pendragon's eyes turned, wordlessly narrowed.

"You should already know about the cycle of this world, right?" Sepith asked back. "Although we will all learn new things, the concept is the same. Then, the Sovereign will no longer be the only guest in your world. There will be me the Supreme, my subordinates the Scions, and the Saviors."

"You mean, all of Earthes guests?" asked Pendragon in confirmation. He began to scoop some chicken soup into his bowl and ate it with gusto.

"That's right. This has been going on since the second cycle. This is the third cycle,” Sepith said while eating the chicken soup.

"The second cycle. That was when I was just a piece of spirit," Pendragon said, sounding annoyed.

"Are you happy with this new body?" asked Sepith curiously.

"I don't know," replied Pendragon putting down his bowl and spoon. "I just don't understand the body switch and why we're stuck in this world. It means that my wife, my son, and everyone I know will return. But..."

Sepith looked at Pendragon's bulging face, looking frustrated. The sound of heavy rain seemed to add to the dramatic effect.

"We Survivors are just prisoners of your creation, aren't we? If this is the third cycle, we'll have to fight for the third time!!!" cursed Pendragon, turning to punch the tent without looking at Sepith.

"Pendragon," Sepith called out in a serious tone. "I don't deny that you're confined to this world. But this place is not a prison. You're not frogs in a shell, but rather fish in an aquarium that can still move freely and live with us. That's our job."

"Do you think I'm having fun with the title of Immortal?" roared Pendragon, who looked back at Sepith. Sepith looked at Pendragon's tears.

"We don't think so," argued Sepith, trying to remain calm. "We work here for the sake of your existence. Your lives are just as precious as the people of Earthes."

Pendragon averted his gaze and wiped away his tears. He tried to lean back even though there was no solid wall at the end of the tent.

"You have the option to stay out of the fight. That's what Saviors are for," Sepith assured Pendragon.

"No, my only skill is fighting," Pendragon denied. "For a long time, I fought intending to seek death. But no enemy has ever managed to kill me. In the first cycle, I died from a natural disaster."

Sepith just thought to himself as he digested Pendragon's words. Survivors have an immunity system that prevents them from suicide themselves. It was possible that the few parts of his scar are due to Pendragon injuring himself.

Both of them fell silent and just ate their food. A few minutes later, Sepith started talking again.

"So, what's your decision now?" asked Sepith seriously. "I'm not forcing anything to cooperate with us, Scions."

"I will live with you guys. But my role will continue to be fighting, that's all," Pendragon stated. "Is there a monster or anyone who can kill me? I'll see about that."

"Well, I'll tell you now," said Sepith, who began to stand up and turn around.

"We've been developing the game called Seption Online for a long time as a restoration of the previous game. Currently, the game has reached the final stage of development and will be subjected to an Internal Beta Test from the Scions."

"The world of Seption...," Pendragon concluded, chewing on some chicken.

"We will welcome the Saviors from Earthes," Sepith said loudly as he walked out of the tent. "And see who will be chosen for the second Sovereign!!!"

Pendragon clapped his hands in derision, "Nice speech practice, sir. But you got soaked again after walking out of the tent!!!”

Pendragon looked at Sepith who was turning around to return to the tent. "I-I guess I should add the sneezing effect when we're cold. Y-you didn't feel like sneezing or anything while getting soaked outside earlier?"

Pendragon shook his head with a wrinkled face. Sepith sighed as he thought about what he should do to care for and employ Pendragon during the game's development period.