My name is Troan and Doom

Sometime in the past, in primordial times, a village on the edge of human settlements was seen as peaceful and teeming with life. A family that was living on a hill was seen and had a view of the village below.

Troan, a boy in his teens came from the village and brought his merchandise. Having brought some baskets with vegetables and fruits with him.

His mother saw him and finally waved his hands while Troan was running uphill. Her jet black hair was blown by the wind flawlessly and her smile was as fresh as the spring.

Upon arriving at their home which has a chimney still smoking, he immediately put down his belongings on their table. Their room was made of wood and almost everything was made of it.

"Mom! Just this morning, I saw a guy that was courting this girl and he was brutally rejected. His flowers are smashed on his face when he gets angry at her rejection," Troan said.

"Well, you should not do that too dear. Never do that to the one you are courting. You will know that later on when the time comes," his mother said.

"Yep, I know. But what if I can't marry? I don't know If I can,"

His mother just smiled and then hugged him.

"Oh, my dear Troan. Don't worry that much, I am sure you will have someone in the future," She snuggled him.

"I don't worry that much. Well, there's this fact that I am still young. And the thing is, I also don't want to hurry. It just bugs me though, how can the one courting be angry?"

"Just don't do that when you are courting, okay?"

"Oh sure," they soon chuckled.

It was then, that his father arrived and brought meat. His brown hair was wavy and his shoulders were covered with a bear's hide. His hulking figure was as huge as a bear itself.

"We have meat!" his dad shouted.

"Dad!"

Troan then explained what happened on his way. Also about the old man who stole fruits from the market.

"Dad, there's this old man that stole fruits on the market. Then, a kid rescued him and paid the price of the stolen goods. Well, it turns out that it was his long-lost grandpa,"

"Oh, really?"

"Yep, and they celebrated after he was found." Troan then folded his arms.

"Oh, a nice story you got there. Let us continue our talk while on the table." His dad said.

They soon prepared food with vegetables and meat as a soup and they talked while at the table.

"Dad, how about you make a brother. It's not nice to have a lonely life like this," Troan folded his arms.

"Oh, sure my dear Troan. But is it okay dear?" asked his father to his wife.

"I know it is as easy as doing exercise so don't tell me it's that hard," Troan pouted.

His dad and mom just chuckled at his remarks. They were only not making it so they can focus on Troan's upbringing.

Having eaten and full, they went to rest to digest food.

The night was coming and soon the village bells rang, Troan and his dad were alerted and their skin had goosebumps when they heard it.

"What is it now?" his dad groaned.

They went outside and saw the village was on fire. Houses were ablaze and the citizens were screaming. Armed men were seen killing each one of the villagers. Children wailed and it bathed the surroundings with their sad voices. It was then, that his father grabbed his axe, and then his mother grabbed her knife.

The marauders then came just at the moment they were escaping. Riding with horses and armed from top to bottom. Their armors were spiked and had thorns all over the place.

"Troan run! I will stop them!" his dad shouted.

It was then, that he was grabbed by his mother and then went to flee.

"Let's go Troan!" his mother said.

They started to run for their lives but their horses were speedy and eventually caught up with them. His father fought like a bear. Cleaving enemies with his axe.

He struggled to not let them pass and the battle was bloody. Blood spurted out from the hacking of his axe. Enemies fell one by one but there were too many enemies, he struggled to take a breather a bit after a gruesome fight.

"Go! Don't look back!" he shouted at the two. It was then, that a charging warhorse appeared and then attacked him unprepared.

Swish!

Beheading him from the back. His mother was grabbed on her hair by the same person that killed his husband and was smashed down on the ground after being pulled for several yards. Troan then was grabbed and his hands were tied to his back.

"Mom!"

"Troan! Don't worry about me, you must live!"

His eyes swelled with tears and his heart ached. Worry and fear were felt and it was soon rising, it will soon explode deep inside his heart.

"Kill the woman!"

"No!" Troan yelled.

It was then, that she was killed in front of his eyes. Blood oozed from her throat after they slid the dagger into it.

Troan's eyes bulged and his emotions swelled. Deep inside his heart, anger was not contained, and was born a new being. A different personality from him.

It was then, that Doom was born inside his mind.

The enemies then chuckled at him after they saw him cry. Thinking that his helplessness made them have entertainment. But his sadness soon vanished and he was wearing a wrathful expression.

He then snapped his bindings and then was still acting like he was still bound.

"Hahaha! Is that your mother? Well, sorry we didn't know hahaha!" the bandit leader said to him.

Swing!

"Oh, look there's a sword on your forehead," Doom said pointing at him.

The marauder leader then stumbled like a limp corpse.

"Where did he get the sword!?" shouted at his men.

"From him," Doom pointed out to one of them.

They all went panicking at their leader's death. Doom then attacked their formation and slashed them with their weapons. He was attacked on his back but he was not affected at all. They all battered him with their weapons and he was just laughing at them.

He liked the pain that was inflicted on him.

"He is invulnerable! He can't be killed!" they bellowed.

Doom then went on a rampage and killed all the marauders. Bathing with their blood and they immediately escaped him. He hunted them down, down to the very last one of them. He has to quench his thirst for revenge and so he did what he ought to do.

He solely defeated the marauder's forces and he was crowned as a King. The tribes that were enslaved were saved, and so they decided to serve him. He became the Conqueror of Humanity. Uniting Humanity for the first time.

He united the tribes and gave lands to them and separated them in all directions. Though sadly, he was not merciful, he never forgives.

Soon, the demons attacked the human world for the first time, and his battle prowess and unforgiving personality were put to use. He defended the kingdom and at last established it. Killing as many demons and enemies with his sword that surged nonstop for many years from the rift of two worlds.

He was invulnerable, but Doom became a tyrant as he was corrupted by the Demon God in his last battle. Many years have passed and the Kingdom thrived with his rule. It was the Golden Age of the very kingdom itself.

Doom then was visited by the God of Hermia himself on his throne and he was surprised at who it was. It was then, that he introduced himself, and then Doom was shocked. He refused to accept his presence and then made him go away.

But then, all the guards were all powerless compared to him, and then Doom attacked him. Their fists and weapons clashed but Doom was obliterated. He was then touched on the forehead and was cleansed.

Troan then took over his body after Doom saw the kingdom and its corruption. Doom then secluded deep inside Troan after he was in deep agony and regretted all he had done.

It was then at that moment, that Alpha, the God of Humans then gave the Tribes job classes and it was his promise to them. As long as their powers exist, Alpha was with them.

Troan then went on a journey after he saw them being strong. He crowned a new king for the worthy.

It was then, that the Rebirth was discovered by Troan. With him learning that he can Rebirth, an idea came into his mind and that was to learn all the job classes.

Starting with the Builder, Blacksmith, Alchemist, Enchanter, and many more like a Farmer, Hunter, Miner, Merchant, Noble, Mason, Veterinarian, and many others too many to count. All of the jobs in these lands were all lived with a lifetime of experience with some decent and satisfying life.

He was eager to learn all the job classes he knew and that were the combat job classes. With that in mind, his next was as a Necromancer. The next life was as a Paladin, the next was as a Lycan, Druid, Chaos Knight, Holy Knight, Fighter, Rogue, Ranger, Mage, and last, a Swordsman.