Let me tell upon you all an old, almost forgotten tale
A Tales unlike any other, a tale that told the journey of one young man fighting against the entire word
Now here is how it goes
In a distant world, where fantasy still rules,
There was a prophecy laid out by The 'Great Prophet' himself,
A Prophecy that tell to the world, a world filled with magic and fantasy, a world where everyone has 'Class' bestow upon them since the day they was born
That someday, A 'Demon King' shall be born among them,
Not a 'Demon Lord', but a 'Demon King'
A Demon King with power so terrible that even the combine might of thousands 'Soldier' will be powerless before him. Even among the 'Hero', none can match the power of the Demon King
And with him, The Demon King will bring war upon the world as he march to bring death and despair over all those who oppose him, bringing thousands upon thousands of 'Demon' with him, with an intent to rule over the world
The people despair at this prophecy , at this bleak future they have
"But worry not my fellow follower of the Great Goddess Lyr" Said the Great Prophet, his voice is firm and strong, addressing the hundreds of people that stood before him
"For if you continue to worship our Magnificent Goddess Lyr, she will surely send savior to us all, a savior bearing the class of 'Chosen One'!" Shouted the Great Prophet to the crowd
And so the prophecy is told to them all, a classic prophecy, telling us about a classic tale between 'Evil' and 'Good', 'Hero' and 'Demon King'
Left undisturbed, this tale would go just like your everyday, epic tale telling us about the struggle and life of the Chosen one
But in this one particular tale will not to tell us about the journey of the Chosen One
And what will this tale told us you say?
Well, to answer your question, let us take a look at one ordinary child,
An ordinary child who lives in an ordinary village, a child bestowed with a 'Villager' class.
A Class so ordinary it cannot even be called a class
Let us take a look at this Ordinary Child, and the 'Ordinary Adventure' he will have
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A Child walks alone in the middle of burning village, his determined eyes staring ahead looking into the unknown, dragging his battered, wounded body along with him
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From somewhere, sound of something collapsing reach the boy's ear, but he neither notice it nor he care about it for the flames around him would consume him if he ever stop his walk
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'Why did this happen?' That question came into the boy's mind, 'How did this happen?'. Many questions float in the boy's mind, questions that will go unanswered for many years to come
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The element of destruction would not answer him, the corpses of the people he knows cannot answer him, and so the boy continue his walk unflinching and unsteady, to the unknown future ahead of him
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Where the boy walks even he did not know, but as long as he can get away from here, escape from this hell on earth he would gladly take step even in the Netherworld itself
One-step after another, slowly but surely he will escape this hell, this boy is sure of that. But as the saying goes, one should not tempt fate before they sure that fate aren't looking. Just as the boy think of that-
"-ah"
The boy lose his footing, his already unsteady body loses his balance as his line of sight suddenly tilt and with a soft *Thud*, he hit the ground.
He curses. He should have known better to tempt fate but he did it anyway and now he had to pay the price. He tried to stand up, but immediately regret it as intense pain come to him, his bloodied leg give out as he once again fall into the ground
And so without legs to help him out of this hellhole, he did the only thing he can do in this situation.
He crawls.
He crawls along the ground like a baby, 'It was surely an unsightly sight' the boy thought in his head a slight chuckle come from his mouth as he use his hand to support his crawling. ' A sight of a pathetic worm crawling on the ground desperately clinging to his life'
'-But so what?'
He replied the mantra he so fondly of saying in his head, 'So what if it was an unsightly sight?' He ain't no hero and certainly not the chosen one.
He was just a boy with a 'Villager' class. A boy who refused to die when by all right he's supposed to. There won't be any miracle rescuing him, or a lucky power save him from this fire so he only does what he can do.
He crawls along the ground.
With that determination in his mind the boy continued to crawl, now an idea on how to escape this place hit him like a brick. He needed to get to the harbor, abroad the abandoned fisherman's ship. From there he can escape to the lake using one of ship in the harbor, away from the touch of the flames.
With a place in mind, the boy renewed his vigor, crawling along the ground with even more gusto than before
For once, it seems that fate has taken a pity on the boy because even with his eyes, he can spot the familiar shape of a ship he desperately sought for
'Just a little more..' The Boy thought, 'Just a little more!'
With that single-minded determination, the boy continued to crawl. Crawling to his salvation, to escape from this hell he's currently in.
"Huh…huh…" The boy spread his arm as he tried to get his breath under control
"..ahaha…." A laugh begin to spill from the boy's mouth
"-AhahahaAHAHAHA!" The laugh finally turns into a full-blown one as he laughs to his heart content
The reason for his laugh you asks? It's because he's finally succeed at his task at getting into the boat, drifting it away from flames that will surely kill him if he's stayed there just a bit longer.
'I did it! I DID IT!'
Euphoria washed over The Boy. Even as he leave the heaps of corpse and his doomed hometown, The Boy continued his laugh at succeed escaping his death.
And so the night continue to goes on, accompanied by the laughter of The Boy's who finally lost his consciousness and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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'Why must I become a villager?'
That is the question that often plagued The Boy's mind,
'Why do I live in this mad world?'
The Boy often wondered.
What it is about this 'world' that he defined as mad ? Why is it, that a boy no older than 10, have this kind of question ?
To reach the answer of that question, we first must delve into this 'Mad World' the boy is talking about, the world named Trivia.
Just like many other world scattered throughout the universes, this particular world also has The Human race living on it. But unlike other world, the Human living in this world had a special trait that different them for the other human race.
That is, a trait called [Class]
What exactly a [Class] is? It is quite simple really, to put in layman's term, [Class] is your identity, job, and destiny.
[Class] is not something to be achieved, rather, it is something that is determined from the moment you're born in this world.
Say that your class is [Farmer]. That's mean that when you have grown up to be an adult, you will become a farmer, because it's what you're good at, destined at, It is as simple as that.
Of course, there are some unique cases among the class, that is, a [Sub Class]. Let’s pick an [Adventurer] for an example, they have the right to choose a sub class like [Rogue], [Mage], and [Warrior], but only if they are blessed by a [Priest] of the Goddess Lyr
This is a gift given by the Great Goddess that watches over this world A Goddess named Lyr. A gift that help humans realize their destiny, and helping them not to stray off path.
This is a system that has been existing in this world since the dawn of its creation. No one find this [Class] weird or wanted to rebel against it. It is a common sense you may say, that [Class] is something that decide your future.
Just as Human needs to breathe, and Fish lives in the water, [Class] determined your future.
And now let's take a closer look on the boy,
The boy, who couldn’t be any older than eleven. A boy with black hair on his head and striking green eyes that is belong to many other people in this world, a common hair color and eyes you may say.
The Boy didn't share the same thought as the people of this world, The Boy who bear the class [Villager]. A Dime a dozen class.
The Boy questions the people around him, 'Why can I be something else?', 'Why must I follow my class?'
The answer he got, is always the same, ‘Because it’s what the Goddess Lyr give to you’
Of course, due to this sort of questions, many people around him labeled him as 'That Crazy child', 'Annoying Kid ', and that is one of the polite names that the people behind him said.
But the boy paid them no heed. Even if no one in the world will support him, he still determine to become something else, something different from his destiny, from his [Class].
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'Maybe I can become an [Adventurer]' the boy thought to himself, 'Or maybe a [Warrior]!'
But alas, even if the boy wanted to become something different, the world will not make it so easy for him.
At first, the boy decides to try to learn some Magic. A kind of power that will allow one to bend reality itself to their whim, and creating many kind of trick. What kind of boy doesn’t want that power?
With that in mind, the boy went to a [Bookstore], a Shop that sell many different kind of [Specialization], and [Technique]. But when he go to the bookstore to buy a book containing the information of magic and how to use it, he was denied of even that
"You are a [Villager]. What use is a [Villager] having a book about magic anyway? Only [Mage], [Hero], or [Magic Knight] and other similar class had the right to buy it"
That is the word that is said by the Shop Keeper as he denied the boy
From there it only get worse for the boy as he finally learn what being [Villager]. First, even if he got the money for it, there is many, many thing he can't buy. Such as weapons, armor, or even such simple thing as 'Potion'.
It seems that even the world is conspiring against him from achieving his dream
'-But so what?'
The Boy chants that mantra in his head again. Even if the world did conspiring against him, he would not give up so easily. Instead of being downhearted, the flame's in the boy's heart burns brighter than ever before.
And so with no other alternatives, he decides to do the basic training first. The only available training for him.
Such as running, punching a tree, and swinging a long stick he found in the forest as a substitute of weapon. He does this everyday with a hope of turning his dream into a reality.
But then that faithful day come, a day that will cement the thought that 'This is a mad world he lives in'.
The day The Demon King attack. Of course, to attack such a village like his home, the Demon King didn't take part in it himself, instead he send his minions, The Demons.
The attack happen so suddenly and so quickly, but that isn't what surprise the boy
And while the Demons that attack them possess a strength and ferocity that could easily surpass a normal human, easily evidence how they can move easily despite the heavy looking armor they wearing, but even then, it isn't what surprised the boy the most.
No, what surprise the boy the most is how easily the Demons crush and destroy the village. While by no means a big village, the village the boy lived is easily the home of more than 100 adult. But those adult didn't do anything when their home are destroyed
How many demons are attacking? Ten. Only ten demons are being sent to attack this village.
And yet, those ten manage to destroy the village of more than ten times its sizes without a scratch whatsoever.
"It's only ten of them! We can overpower them with our sheer number!" That is what the boy shouts as he holds his trusty stick, ready to defend his home. But alas-
"What are you talking about? They are [Demon]! We are just [Villager]! There is no way we can possibly win!" Replied one of the [Villager], followed by chorus of agreement from the others
The Boy couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just because of that? Just because of their class is [Villager] they can't take arms and fight? What kind of stupid reason is that?
But before The Boy can do anything else, an inhumane scream echoes throughout the village
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It was truly a monstrous scream, a kind of scream that human won't be able to recreate much less comprehend. The scream seems to be the only signal that the Villager need for them to scatter away, running to all kind of direction trying to escape from the demon.
From the edge of The Boy's vision, their figures finally become clear. Numbering at ten, they stand over 2 meters in height, carrying all sorts of weapon and armor with them, each and every single one of them seems to have taste a lot of blood.
The demons move quicker than The Boy thought, already closing the long distance between them.
The boy tightens the grip on his stick. He would surely be lose in this confrontation no question asked the boy is sure of that. Even if he did a proper weapon, the difference in number and skills is simply too great, he might even lose his life in this fight.
'-But so what?'
The Boy repeated the chant in his head. So what if he's going to die
fighting these demons? At the very least, he would die with his pride intact, unlike those Villagers who's currently running with their tail between their legs.
The boy allows a smile to form in his face even if he's sense his death closing on him. Taking a deep breath, he raises his voice to greet his executioners.
"Come On!"
With that, the one-sided massacred begin.
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Morning. As if nothing of importance happen, morning innocently came just like your average usual day.
Wondering why his bed is shaking, The boy groggily open his eyes.
And what he sees is the sun shining brightly in the sky
“Huh?” A dumbfounded voice comes from the boy.
The sun? Wait, where is my roof? As he tried to sit upright using his hand as a support, a sever pain come from his hand.
“-gagh?!” As the pain reminding him that his wound is far from fully healed, The boy finally remember what happen yesterday. The massacre of his village.
“….huh so is not a dream” The boy quietly mumbles to himself. He didn’t remember much of what happened after his ‘fight’ with the demon, though he do remember one of the demons launch a punch in his stomach, effectively knocking him out.
And the next he knew is that his whole village is on fire.
‘Funny how thing can escalate so quickly’ The boy dryly thought
Inspecting his body to see how bad his injuries is, the only conclusion that the boy can came up with is that yes, he is hurt ‘Pretty fricking bad’. But hey, he survive, so there’s that
Narrowing his eyes at the place where his village once stood, the boy can make out that the flames that raging out in there a day before has finally died down
“Hmm….it looks like the fire already died out, better go there and salvage something then” Nodding to himself at his own idea, the boy begin to row the boat he’s currently using a paddle in it.
Whistling to himself, the boy begin his short journey to the village
-Village-
As he arrives in the harbor , The boy finally able to get a good look at the current state of his village.
As expected of the element of destruction, only rubble and ash is left of what once used to be the home of more than hundreds of people.
The smell of burned corpses of the remaining villagers that failed to escape in time filled the air. The smell is enough to make The boy wanted to vomit, but he held it back as best as he could.
His vomit is wasted on people like them anyway.
Using the paddle as a walking stick, the boy began his tracking throughout the village, salvaging what he could get his hand on and keeping an eye for any wild beast that might come there.
After what seems like few hours, the boy finally finish salvaging what few that survives from the flames.
As expected the valuable thing like jewelries and money has already burned to ashes, and what weapon he find is in such state that using the paddle he’s currently use as a walking stick might be prove to be more dangerous than the weapon he found.
But he at least manage to salvage few healing potion and money inside a safe and also a small knife that has seen better days, but still usable.
“Huh, better than I expected” The Boy mused.
“Well then, this is it then” The boy said as he gulp down some potion to relieve his pain,
“This is where my adventure will begin” The Boy said with a smile on his face,
As he walk to the road leading the exit from his village, a thought came to the boy’s mind
‘Ahhh…that’s right. I also need a new name huh?’
He after all can't use the name 'Boy' forever, and its certainly fit his need in starting a new life
With that thought, the boy begin to think an appropriate name for someone like him. Someone who decide to rebel against his destiny,
“………Jade, let’s go with Jade” The boy decided.
Jade, is the name of the protagonist of some book the boy once read. A Demon Lord who wish to alter his destiny of being defeated by the heroes, and finally succeed doing it.
The name fit what The Boy need.
“Well then, let’s begin my journey then”
With that, The boy named Jade leave his village. A [Villager], a boy blessed with no power but his own, a boy in a journey in his goal to alter his destiny begin his first step in his long, long, journey