Fantasy World

THE WORLD OF GITORA Gitora was a vast world where power ruled everything. Not birth. Not wealth. Not kindness. Only Stats. Every person born in Gitora possessed four visible statistics that determined their potential: Strength Magic Mana Agility The higher the numbers, the greater the respect. The lower the numbers, the harsher the world. Across the continent stood four mighty kingdoms. Nemoris The kingdom of balance, wisdom, military might and wealth. Fhreya The kingdom of knights where honor, steel and strength were valued above all. Derimus The richest kingdom in Gitora whose mountains of gold surpassed even Nemoris. Moonvile The kingdom of mages and scholars where magic reigned supreme. At the exact center of Gitora stood the massive Adventurers Guild, a neutral territory where adventurers from every kingdom gathered. Quests ranged from: F Rank E Rank D Rank C Rank B Rank A Rank S Rank Monsters threatened villages, cities and trade routes daily. Adventurers were the shield of civilization. Unfortunately... Most adventurers were also extremely arrogant. The stronger the stats, the larger the ego. And among them all stood one man worshipped by the entire continent. Drake. The so-called strongest adventurer alive. His public stats were impossible. 9999 Strength. 9999 Magic. 9999 Mana. 9999 Agility. Numbers nobody else had ever reached. Kings respected him. Nobles feared him. Adventurers envied him. Women adored him. Princesses dreamed about him. The world believed Drake was untouchable. A god among mortals. But behind the smiles and praise hid a truth darker than anyone could imagine. His stats were fake. Every single one. His true stats were merely 500. Pathetic compared to true monsters of Gitora. He survived through deception, fear and reputation. A coward hidden beneath a king's cloak. A liar sitting upon a throne of admiration. And he possessed another secret. A much darker one. If he ever gained enough influence to become king of one kingdom—or several—he planned to secretly assassinate the rightful kings and seize their thrones. Power. Gold. Influence. Women. That was all he desired. Love meant nothing to him. Women were merely beautiful servants in his eyes. Yet nobody knew. Nobody questioned. Nobody challenged. Nobody noticed. Except fate had created another monster. A true one. Far away on peaceful grasslands stood a large solitary house. There lived a ronin samurai. A man whose name inspired fear among monsters and adventurers alike. A man who never boasted. Never lied. Never sought fame. Giyuko. The Silver Ronin. Unlike Drake, his terrifying reputation had been earned through battle. His stats were real. His strength was real. His speed was real. His skill was real. And among all the royals of Gitora... Only one princess had seen the truth hidden beneath his calm eyes. Princess Freya Nemoris. At a royal ball months ago, every noble, prince and adventurer admired her beauty. Only Giyuko treated her as a person. Not a trophy. Not a political tool. Not a prize. For the first time in her life... Freya had fallen in love.