Prolog

Under the torrential rain like water that flowed endlessly like the cry of a creator goddess, pulling her black hood down to cover her face.

Seven years.

this is what my daily scene looks like since being sent to this world. And more importantly this is a game world that I designed myself.

"ARRRGHH!!"

"For the Empire!"

"We will win!!"

Several sharp swords were stuck in the bodies of the soldiers and innocent people, like swings that were swung carelessly.

From here, seven years ago I first opened my eyes in this world. As soon as I came to my senses, I had entered the body of a bastard noble and the only name was Dvito Mordven.

"Hahaha...look, a pilgrim."

"Hey, stop there. You bastard, give me your money!"

I'm Teo-- not now I'm Dvito. A pilgrim from the kingdom of Qeon and...

Click!

"Gidebug!"

"Gidebug!"

"Gidebug!"

The one who has the title [disaster to the empire].