The chaos spread like wildfire.
At first, it was only a few incidents—livestock slaughtered, barns raided, farmers beaten for their crops.
But now, the outsiders, emboldened by their imagined invincibility, moved in larger groups, treating the villages and farmlands as nothing more than open-world loot zones.
Dressed in mismatched armor and strange clothing that didn't belong to any kingdom or faction, they laughed like madmen, shouting bizarre phrases like "level up" and "achievement unlocked" as they plundered their way through the countryside.
They ignored the frightened looks from the locals. When questioned, they responded with arrogance.
"This is a tutorial area."
"The NPCs can't really hurt us."
"We'll just respawn anyway."
But they were wrong.
The royal guards were dispatched once reports began piling up. Trained, disciplined, and empowered by real combat experience and mana, the guards met the outsiders with swift and brutal force.
