Hey there, if you're reading this, I'm assuming that you've found my little journal. Hopefully, I'm still alive, and this is in some museum out there being upheld as physical proof that a true paragon of adventuring once lived. Actually, I might as well wish that I’m filthy rich as well. Even better would be if I were already back on Earth...

My name is Clayton. Before coming to Cespes, I was a college student: poor, hungry, trying not to fail. After I had woken up that fateful morning, I had brushed my teeth, changed my clothes, realized I was late to class… and ended up here. Well, not here in my rather comfortable room, but this world in general. 

I guess you probably already know everything about this world, so there’s no real point to me trying to describe it. Still, I’ll just try to relate how I felt from the first moment I arrived on Cespes. Let me just say that where I’m from, there are cities that overflow with millions of humans and messages that travel instantly through the air and lights that look like a glowing sea when viewed from giant metal birds we ride through the skies. Despite all the awesome might of my homeland, there is nothing as terrifying as Dungeons, especially the one in the Hewther Kingdom. If you ever happen to visit there without dying (unlikely), please say, “Hi” to Bobette for me and tell her that I’m still alive. She’s a real piece of work, but she is admittedly responsible for my current state of relatively good health.

Well, I don't really think there's any need to introduce myself, but here goes: I'm the Human who escaped the Dungeon, the One who Dealt with the Demon Lord, the Talentless One of Talent, the Leader of the Adventuring Team, Logic Inc. I have a few other titles, but I'm sure you're well aware of them. If you're not, I figure they'll publish a book sooner or later about me. Well, I suppose this counts as a book about me. To be fair, I'm only writing this to make sure the Demon Lord doesn't screw with my brain too much between Restarts. Honestly, I don't know at this point yet whether someone else will really think I’m important enough to write about even though I have some really strong suspicions based on the current trajectory of our group's growth. Did you know that our profits soared almost 200 percent in the past month?

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Well, that damn elf just blew something up again, so I've gotta run and fix that. That’s one thing about this world: there’s never any quiet. Someone always needs offing or saving or running from. Sorry that I seem a bit meandering; I have to watch an enchantment I’m testing while I’m writing this. Anyway, if we're still around, remember that you can always come to Logic Inc. for anything, from disappearing something or someone to retrieving a lost artifact that hasn’t been seen for thousands of years. Special discounts if you return this!*

*Discounts are at the discretion of Logic Inc. The group still expects proper reimbursement.

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Hidden Note by Rhodovus: Clayton's just bragging, but I figured he might as well write some of the stuff down. After all, Demonic Magic's really no joke, and the fool’s an idiot. Also, please don’t think we have lots of business and don’t need yours. Last month we went from one accepted quest to two…