I walk through a dense forest; the trees stand only two meters apart, and every now and then I hear birds chirping. At my right side, hanging at my waist, is a sword made of Metril—the hardest metal in the world. I wonder if I could simply cut the mountain in front of me with it. I'm pretty sure I can.
I jump into the air and draw my sword in a single, lightning-fast motion. With one swift swing, an invisible slash forms, cleaving the mountain cleanly in two. Just as quickly, I sheathe my sword again—it looks as if I never drew it. I walk straight through the divided mountain; the cut is perfect.
The monsters seem afraid of me—usually this place is crawling with them. Suddenly, a monster appears behind me and tries to attack. I don't even move, and the moment it touches me, it's torn into a thousand pieces. I continue walking as if nothing happened.
Soon I spot a small village with ten houses. Screams echo from that direction. I run—around a hundred kilometers per hour. When I arrive, fifteen corpses lie scattered on the ground: three children, twelve adults. Probably the entire village population. I look around for monsters, but there are none.
I place all the villagers in a neat row, raise my hand, and heal them—or rather, bring them back to life. Slowly they stand up, looking around in confusion—until they notice me.
"Who are you?" a man asks.
I wave my hands calmly in front of me to show I mean no harm.
"I'm just a traveler on my way to the capital," I say.
I look at the man, then at the others. The sun is rising—it's only eight in the morning—and its light makes my violet hair shine while my blue-green eyes shimmer. I turn away and start walking. The villagers try to stop me, but I simply wave and continue on, placing a barrier around the village as I leave.
As I walk, I glance up at the sky from time to time. Another monster approaches from behind—this time, an orc. I activate my Shredding Barrier, and as soon as the orc touches me, it's torn into a thousand pieces. I'm one of the strongest in this world—but not the one people want.
There's a legend that says: "The one with violet hair and blue-green eyes will be the hero."
But I'm no hero. I'm just a simple farmer—with far too much power.
Anyway, I continue toward the capital—about three hours left. After a while, I can see it in the distance. A pitch-black dragon circles above me—the very one mentioned in the hero's prophecy. The hero is supposed to slay it someday. But I leave it alone. Legends don't interest me. I only interfere when something becomes a threat.
I keep walking. Suddenly, an Ice Dragon appears behind me—a mighty creature with crystal-blue, frozen scales. I cast a fireball spell, but the dragon blocks it effortlessly.
"Oh great, not an opponent like this again," I mutter.
The dragon unleashes an icy breath, which I extinguish with a single motion. I leap into the air and swing my sword, releasing an invisible slash—but the dragon dodges, and instead I cut through a chunk of the forest and the ground.
I jump again and perform an Eightfold Slash—two diagonal, one horizontal, and one vertical. The dragon is slightly wounded but then smashes me into the ground. I spit blood, weakened.
"Damn, he's tough," I think.
Breathing heavily, I stand again and unleash another Eightfold Slash—this time leaving the dragon no room to escape. It's torn into countless pieces that scatter through the air. I fall back to the ground, lie on my back, and stare toward the forest—completely sliced apart, just like the ground.
Slowly I get up and look toward the capital.
"Man, that was exhausting… I really need to hold back," I sigh.
I hop down the small hill and head toward the city's large gate. As I walk through, I see streets crowded with people—the last time I saw humans was in the village, about three hours ago.
I stroll through the busy streets and spot the king's castle in the distance. Nearby, I see an inn called The Golden Star. I still have a hundred gold coins. The sign says: five copper coins for five nights. I plan to stay for twenty nights—that would cost twenty copper coins, or ten silver coins, which equals one gold coin. Perfect. I'd still have ninety-nine gold coins left.
I enter the inn—it's nearly empty. I walk to the counter.
"Hello, I'd like a room for twenty nights, though I might leave earlier."
The woman at the counter nods and hands me a key. I place a gold coin on the counter and head left toward the stairs, then up. At the top, I look for my room—it's at the end of the hallway. Two men walk past me, talking about the princess returning tomorrow.
I step into my room. A wooden bed, two large shelves, a desk, and a high ceiling—about three meters. Everything I need. I put on a blue sleep shirt and black pants, then lie down slowly. It's already late. Gradually, I drift into sleep.