Hiro woke up in a comfortable bed. He lay there contemplating whether he should get up.

The wooden walls, straw ceiling, and stained glass in the windows made him realize he was far away from home.

He watched the ceiling and knew everything that happened before wasn’t a weird dream.

Though the sheets were rough, and the bed was hard as wood, he found it more comfortable than what he had at his distant house.

He glanced to the side and noticed a small note resting on his pillow. As he debated whether to read it or not, curiosity overwhelmed him.

Hiro grabbed the note, and after reading it, a headache assaulted him. He regretted immediately not ignoring it.

“I broke the wheel by mistake before I could see where the needle ended… So, I just threw you in some random city with no backstory. I left everything you will need in the wardrobe next to your bed. Good luck, Chosen one! With love… The Goddess.”

Hiro turned his head and saw the wooden wardrobe. The wardrobe was around 1.5 meters tall; it had two doors that opened opposite to each other. It didn't have details or carvings. For all intents, it was a regular and cheap wardrobe. He felt a bit relieved that it wasn't some mystical portal or something magical.

Hiro lacked anything but old, ugly clothes. He got up and walked to the wardrobe. He stood there for a minute and finally took a deep breath and opened it.

Inside was a tunic made of cloth, some coins, and a plain-looking sword. A note was glued on the tunic’s chest.

Hiro observed the black hooded tunic, with details in red and gold, and a thought invaded his mind: "Do I have to wear this 'edge lord' costume?"

Hiro grabbed the note and read it carefully.

"Oh, great Chosen One, this tunic is meant for you. It is not only comfortable, but it will also provide you with protection better than steel. Hundreds of heroes have worn this tunic before it finally reached your hands. It is known as ‘The Holy Plot Armor’, and its legendary tales have been sung by bards across generations. You can wield it alongside the ‘Soul Devourer’ to defeat the beautiful yet evil Dark Lord."

Annoyed as usual, Hiro removed his clothes from Earth and wore The Holy Plot Armor. He looked at his reflection in the window and felt like kicking himself.

He tied Soul Devourer’s sheath to his waist and thought about what to do next.

Hiro opened the door of the bedroom and went down the stairs. He had no idea where he was, and finding information was the most important thing for now. He didn’t care about the goddess/dark lord in the slightest.

At the end of the stairs, he found himself in a spacious inn. People were eating on carefully arranged tables. The aromas were quite pleasing, and his stomach was reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since he died.

He got closer to the innkeeper, a robust man with gray hair and a beard, who wore a stained white shirt beneath a black leather vest. Behind the counter, the innkeeper was serving beer to the regular customers.

“Food,” he said, putting one coin on the counter.

“The room hasn’t been paid for yet.” Answered the innkeeper.

“Stupid goddess.” He cursed in a low, imperceptible voice while he tossed a few more coins. Hiro didn't know the value of the coins, he just kept tossing them until the innkeeper’s face stopped looking as if he had smelled shit.

Hiro went and picked a table, and soon enough, the food arrived.

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His plate had something that looked like chicken, but its taste was terrible in a unique way. It also had something that appeared to be rice at first sight but tasted like wet cardboard, and a bowl of soup.

He just took a few bites when suddenly, the doors opened violently, and a couple of guards entered. Behind them, a finely dressed young man followed them to the counter.

The place fell silent immediately, and the only sound people could hear was Hiro's munching.

The young master walked proudly and firmly, with each step resounding on every wall of the room.

“Old man, give me your best wine and food, hurry!” The guards next to him also pressured the innkeeper. “The Young master said hurry!” The guards yelled, aiming their swords at the innkeeper.

“Nope, I saw nothing, heard nothing,” Hiro thought, his focus on his plate.

The young master approached Hiro’s table, walking unhurriedly. Hiro sighed and took a sip from his soup bowl. “The soup tastes nice, though.” He thought.

“You, I want this table, be a good dog and scram!” The young master said arrogantly. One lackey quickly aimed his weapon at Hiro.

Hiro raised his head and observed the young master. The young master was blonde, his long hair neatly tied in the middle of an impeccable ponytail. His facial features were average, yet he had the most punchable face Hiro had ever seen.

The young master's purple robe fluttered in the gentle breeze that slipped in through the door. Everything around him was anger-inducing, and Hiro wondered how he had managed to survive for this long.

"Yeah, sure, whatever, take it." Hiro was getting up when a hand grabbed his chest and stopped him.

“Do you dare to disrespect the young master!?” the guard said.

The guards wore dark yellow robes and had similar, muscular builds and short hair.

Hiro just looked emotionlessly at them. His apathetic and annoyed face reflected on the blades of their sharp weapons.

"You are courting death!" the lackey said, he attempted to raise his sword to kill Hiro, but The Young Master interfered.

“It's ok Lackey 1, this young master is magnanimous. Just cut his hands and legs and let him go.” The Young Master said with a sinister laugh.

He gestured with his head, and Lackey 1 laughed; he looked at Hiro as if he was already dead. "I will forgive you if you kowtow to the Young Master, and maybe I'll give you a quick death."

The people around them continued eating as if nothing was wrong. Some even cheered for the Young Master, their voices echoing throughout the area.

"He has eyes, yet he's unable to recognize Mount Tai," A man with a pristine robe said as he poured wine to someone.

"He doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!" Another man responded. He had paladin armor and a silver sword with jewels and gold in the handle.

"Such is Junior's fate, the heavens are merciless." A wizard with a huge pointy hat and a black robe said, shaking his head.

“Lackey 1, let me handle this,” the guard said. He left the innkeeper and turned to Hiro's side, his weapon emitting a red glow, ready to strike.

“Lackey 2, there’s no need. I alone am more than enough for this small fry!” Lackey 1 did a descending, diagonal cut toward Hiro, hitting him in the shoulder.

Hiro flew across the room, breaking a few tables and chairs in his way, until he finally crashed against a wall. A couple of people died because of that.

The people looked at the attack and cheered, "As expected of the Young Master, his lackeys are incredible!"

Hiro got up, moved his hands, and caressed his shoulder; he lowered his head and saw his unscathed shoulder.

“This Holy Plot Armor sure is effective.” He thought to himself.

“You dare!” exclaimed the lackeys and the young master simultaneously, their anger capable of moving mountains.

“Dare what? To live?” Hiro said, raising his eyebrow.

“Stop, Lackey 1 and Lackey 2,” The Young Master raised his hand to stop both of them. “You, take your weapon. I cannot lose face by killing an unarmed opponent.”

Hiro saw Soul Devourer, Bane of Kingdoms disguised as a plain sword on the wooden floor and sighed. “Yeah, I’m quite sure that thing is cursed as hell.”

He grabbed the sword and slowly removed it from its scabbard.

The innkeeper saw the interchange while cleaning a glass with a kitchen towel. “Does the esteemed young master realize that he just took a direct frontal hit and had no effect, right? Also, that sword is eating someone’s arm.”

Sounds of agony replaced the cheers. And people left the building running like cockroaches.

“Sorry… I think I just killed like twenty people by mistake.” Hiro awkwardly looked at the surroundings.

“It's ok, they are background characters,” the innkeeper answered nonchalantly. “You can kill as many as the plot needs, no consequence whatsoever.”

“Stop!” A powerful female voice interrupted the scene. “I cannot stay idle while you continue your villainous acts.”

The girl was the most beautiful person Hiro had ever seen. Her silk-like black hair danced in the wind. Also, her lips were red as a flawless rose. And her eyes were black, deep and profound as the coldest night. Not only that, but her skin was pure and with no imperfection, and her beautiful body was as thin as a branch.

She was a perfect jade beauty.

A slice of perfect divine jade that has fallen on the mortal realm.

“So… she’s a green skeleton with loose hair and red-painted lips?” asked Hiro.

“There’s also white jade, not just green. And no… not that thin.” The narrator answered quite annoyed.