Ethan blinked at the glowing interface hovering in front of him. A soft chime echoed in the air — World Chat Unlocked.
[World Chat Active – 1032 Players Online]
The chat exploded almost instantly.
[Player: SkullBoi69]
bro what is this?? where's the logout button???
[Player: MissMeow]
This better not be some dumb ARG promo, I was just building my bakery in Sunleaf!Wait—where is my UI?? My city's GONE.
[Player: AxeLord]
Okay, wtf. I spawned in some medieval war camp. Everyone's calling me "my liege". One dude tried to kneel to me??
[Player: Empress_Raiza]
Same here. I'm literally on a throne right now. There's a herald reading my family lineage??WHAT FAMILY???
Ethan said nothing. He sat beneath a moonlit tree, the Elven Forest eerily calm. Elyndra stood by, arms crossed, watching the faint magic trails in the air.
"Something is happening, my king," she said, eyes narrowing. "The threads of fate are being pulled."
Ethan scrolled silently.
[Player: BZzKilla]
Anyone else in the Empire of Valdros?? It's like Roman-Lord of the Rings vibes. They handed me a scepter and started bowing.
[Player: Zetheron]
I'm stuck in the Iron Kingdom. Place looks like Mordor with taxes. Anyone know how to build a barracks?
[Player: HoneyDropQT]
I'm Queen of Crystalveil! It's... kinda pretty actually. I summoned a unicorn?!?
[Player: DarkLaw]
WHO TF IS ELFY_KING??? Why is everyone talking about elves being scary?
[Player: ThornBlade]
Yo same!! My general told me "May the gods protect us from the Elven King." What did that dude do???
Ethan's brow twitched.
He hadn't done anything yet.
More messages scrolled by rapidly. From the confusion, a vague understanding was forming. Everyone had spawned in different parts of Lamprive, each seemingly the ruler of their own domain:
The Kingdom of Ironholt – Harsh northern stronghold, famed for brutal knights.
The Sylverwood Court – Forest kingdom rich in magic and ancient creatures.
The Golden Dunes of Qar'Hem – A desert land of trade, beasts, and assassins.
The Skyreach Peaks – A mountainous kingdom with griffin riders and skyships.
The Deepmarch Hold – Dwarven lands carved into obsidian mountains.
The Blooming Isles – Fertile archipelagos led by merchant queens and sea lords.
The Crimson Throne – A militant fire-worshiping land in constant war.
The Theocracy of Solari – Fanatical land ruled by priests claiming divine right.
The Empire of Valdros – The largest and most organized — law, conquest, and power.
And somewhere in the center of it all…A nameless Elven Kingdom, hidden in mist. A place of silence and magic.
Ethan, king of that forgotten race.
[Player: CloudSurfer]
Anyone figured out if we can die here? Cuz I took a sword to the leg and it HURT. Like real hurt.
[Player: Smorticus]
It's not a game anymore. This is real. This IS REAL. I cast fireball and it actually burned a dude. I can smell the ash.
Ethan slowly closed the chat window, fingers curling slightly.
Elyndra looked over. "What did you see, my king?"
"…Confusion," Ethan murmured. "Fear."
And behind his calm eyes, a question burned:
Why are they all afraid of my elves?
Ethan stared at the chat window, the cascade of chaos continuing.
Everyone was yelling.
Everyone was panicking.
Everyone was trying to make sense of this bizarre new world.
And there, sandwiched between all the frantic texts and capitalized screams, was one particular line that made Ethan raise an eyebrow:
[Player: ThornBlade]"Yo same!! My general told me 'May the gods protect us from the Elven King.' What did that dude do???"
Ethan blinked.
Then he muttered under his breath, "I didn't even do anything…"He paused.
"…Yet. I just spawned. WTF."
A dry chuckle escaped him. Elyndra glanced at him with mild curiosity, but said nothing.
He opened the chat input box.
His fingers hovered over the phantom keyboard.
Should I say something? Should I tell them I'm here? That I'm just as clueless as them?
…Or should I just stay silent?
His thumb hovered over the "send" button.
Then, after a long pause, he slowly closed the chat window without typing a single word.
"…Nah."
He stood.
The wind rustled through the trees.
Behind him, Brel the carpenter elf was teaching some of the summoned workers how to set up the beginnings of a wooden hall. Elyndra traced glowing sigils in the air, scanning for ley lines.
And Ethan?
He watched the skies and smirked.
Let them wonder.Let them fear.
The Elven King had arrived.
And he hadn't even started yet.
Ethan stood in the grass, still in shock from the world chat exploding with panic. He had said nothing. Still hadn't done anything. And yet... chaos.
"I should probably stay quiet," he muttered, squinting at the sunlight filtering through the trees. "But maybe it's time for another summon. Just in case."
He raised his hand.
"Summon Elf."
A rush of light, wind, and sparkles exploded in front of him. It was a bit extra—again. The air shimmered, golden leaves spiraling up from the earth as if a goddess herself were descending.
And then—
Thunk.
An arrow landed squarely in the tree beside Ethan's face. He flinched.
"Whoa!"
From the swirling light stepped a tall, tan-skinned elf with windswept silver hair tied in a high ponytail. She wore a short green cloak over her leather armor, which hugged her form in all the right places without sacrificing mobility. A longbow was slung over her shoulder, and a quiver full of arrows clicked against her hip.
Her emerald eyes locked onto him like a hawk sizing up prey.
"Target acquired."
Ethan took a step back. "I'm not a target, right?"
She tilted her head. "King?"
"Uh... yeah."
She straightened up, gave a graceful bow, and smiled for the first time. "Lizandra the Huntress. I'll protect your forests, your throne, and your life. But if you ever waste my arrows, I'll make you fetch every last one."
"...Got it. No arrow-wasting."
Just then, Elyndra appeared behind him, arms crossed. "Oh, great. A ranger. Now all we need is a brooding rogue and we've got a cliché."
[Status: Lizandra - The Huntress of the Elven Kingdom]Race: Elf (Wood Elf Lineage)Level: 1HP: 850Mana: 200 / 200Skills:➤ Predator's Mark (Passive)➤ Ghoststep➤ Rain of Thorns➤ Hunter's Pride (Ultimate)➤ Forest Walker➤ Cold Stare➤ Elven Grace
Title: HuntressLoyalty: Absolute
Lizandra rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, Sparkle Skirt. I shoot things from a distance. I won't steal your spotlight."
Ethan sighed. "This is going to be a long kingdom."