Desperation

As the hours dragged on, Zorha found himself sinking deeper into the soft embrace of his bed, his mind clouded with a heavy fog of confusion and despair.

His eyes were fixed on the ground, unblinking and unseeing, as if searching for answers that he knew would never come.

The weight of his troubles pressed down on him like a leaden blanket, suffocating him with its unrelenting grip.

A sudden gust of wind howled through the air, causing Zorha's body to shudder uncontrollably.

His hands shot up to cover his ears, as if trying to block out the deafening roar of his own thoughts.

"Ughh!!"

He cried out in anguish, his voice echoing through the empty room.

But even as he screamed, he knew that it was hopeless.

The memories and doubts that plagued him were too strong, too insistent, too overwhelming to be silenced by mere physical force.

Zorha paced back and forth in his chambers, his mind racing with a thousand questions and fears.

"What should I do?"

He muttered to himself, his voice laced with desperation.

"Where should I go? How can I protect my people from the impending threat?"

He clenched his fists in frustration, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an answer that he knew could never come.

"If it's true that the main characters are coming to enslave my race."

He muttered.

"How can I defend against them? How can I even begin to fight back?"

He shook his head in despair, his heart heavy with the weight of his own helplessness.

"Tell them?"

He scoffed bitterly.

"My Asura brethren won't believe me. Even if they did, they would be no match for the main character's army. Every one of their minions could wipe out half our population with ease."

Zorha slumped down onto his bed, his head in his hands.

He felt a deep sense of despair wash over him, a hopelessness that threatened to consume him entirely.

How could he possibly hope to save his people from the impending doom that loomed on the horizon?

Suddenly, a glimmer of hope flickers in Zorha's mind.

"Where should I go?"

He muttered to himself, his eyes brightening with a newfound determination.

"If I can't protect my race, then I must protect myself. There must be a way out."

But as quickly as the hope had come, it vanished again, leaving behind only a deep sense of despair.

"Where to go?"

He moaned, his voice heavy with sadness.

"I am trapped, with no escape, no hope."

Zorha dragged himself up from the bed, his body heavy with exhaustion and defeat.

He slumped down onto the floor, his back against the wall, and let out a bitter laugh.

"Escape?"

He muttered, his voice laced with bitterness.

"Even if I could escape to other realms, what good would it do? I am too weak, too powerless to make a difference."

"And to make matters worse."

He continued, his voice growing more bitter with each word.

"The main characters and their armies are spreading like a plague, infiltrating every realm, each realm there would be one main character and his own army, terrorizing and dominating all who stand in their way. There is no hope, no visible path to escape."

Zorha closed his eyes, his mind awash with despair and hopelessness.

He felt as if he were drowning in a sea of darkness, with no light to guide him out. B

But even as he felt himself slipping deeper into the abyss, a tiny voice whispered in his ear, urging him to keep fighting, to keep searching for a way out, no matter how impossible it might seem.

Zorha's mood suddenly shifted, as if a switch had been flipped inside him.

"Right!"

He exclaimed, his voice filled with newfound determination.

He clenched his fist and held it up, staring at it as if seeing it for the first time.

"I cannot lose hope."

He muttered to himself.

"I know the story, I know how it ends."

With a deep breath, Zorha rose to his feet, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination.

He felt a surge of energy course through his body, as if he had tapped into a hidden reserve of strength and courage.

"I may be weak now."

He said, his voice firm and resolute.

"But I will not always be. I will train, I will learn, I will become stronger. And then, I will fight."

Zorha's hope flickered and died as quickly as it had come.

"Damn it!"

He cursed, his voice thick with frustration.

"The treasures, the magical items, the sheer numbers of the main character's army... we cannot hope to match them. We are hopelessly outmatched, outgunned, outclassed."

He kicked at the ground in anger, his heart heavy with the weight of his own helplessness.

"What can we do?"

He muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.

"How can we possibly hope to survive against such overwhelming odds?"

Zorha's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan, any plan, that might give his people a chance at survival.

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized the gravity of the situation.

"The resources of my Deva Tree."

He muttered, his voice heavy with defeat,

"Even if I combine every kingdom that it has ever won, it would not be enough to even field a single platoon of the main character's army."

He let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"There is no hope. They might also mistaken me as a spy or another enemy since all of them are from Earth."

He whispered to himself, his voice filled with sadness and resignation.

"We are doomed."

Zoeha's eyes widened with a glimmer of hope as a sudden thought crossed his mind.

"What if I offer my services to them to save my own life?"

He exclaimed.

However, as quickly as the idea had come, dread consumed him like a flood.

His face contorted with fear as he realized the implications of his plan.

"But if I become their subordinate, they will discover that I too am from Earth because of their mind-reading abilities once the war against main characters starts."

He muttered through gritted teeth. Zoeha's heart raced as he weighed the risks and benefits of his desperate proposal.

"Those despicable scoundrels are also from Earth."

Zoeha spat out in disgust.

"They were merely playing an RPG game, but when the game was about to end, they decided to stay behind and see what would happen if they remained in the virtual world. And then, lo and behold, they were transported to this world or to this realm and other realms."

Zorha's temples throbbed with a pulsing ache as he pondered his situation.

"Perhaps."

He mused aloud.

"If I were to abandon my Asura brethren, I could escape this wretched place."

But any glimmer of hope was quickly snuffed out as a wave of despair washed over him once more.

"Who am I kidding?"

He muttered bitterly.

"I'm nothing but a side character in this grand saga, a mere footnote in the annals of history. Even if I were to leave, nothing would change for my people. They would still be enslaved, just as it was foretold in the pages of the novel."

Zorha's heart sank as he realized the futility of his predicament.

His fists clenched in anger as he couldn't do anything.

The monotony of his dismal surroundings had begun to wear on Zorha, and he was on the verge of despair when a sharp, mechanical noise shattered the silence.

His ears perked up at the sound, and he strained to identify its source.

Had he finally found a glimmer of hope in this bleak wasteland?

What was that?

When he looked, he saw a system screen floating in the air.

[ Switch server? ]