Mors

In the bustling streets of imperial capital Runden.

'Hey Jimmy, have you heard of what's happening in the North? The barbarian tribes united and attacked the border!' A young lady whispered to her fiancé.

Of course, it's a duty of a young man to impress his future wife with his boundless wisdom and knowledge.

'Don't worry, the Emperor Mors has built the Argos Empire from scratch. Unbeaten in a thousand battles. The greatest warrior and strategist the world has ever seen. The first Army of Argos is already at the border. Let's wait for a…'

Suddenly the church bells rang and a messenger ran into the street with a script in his hands.

'THE EMPEROR IS DEAD!!! THE FIRST ARMY WAS EXTINGUISHED!!!'

The young lady almost fell over and weakly said.

'You were going to say good news, right? Jimmy, you're a jinx, I can't be with you anymore'

Jimmys entire world was shattered in this single moment. But who cares about him? Now onto our main character.

Mors has been sitting in the empty white room for the past couple of hours. Honestly, no one expected the afterlife to be so bland, right?!?

'Whoever brought me here are you listening? Is this some sort of a test? Honestly, what the hell happened?!?'

'The barbarians tribes were split for thousands of years. They got united within a single day. They have never fought together, but showed ungodly coordination within a battlefield. And also what about the leader? That insane speed, strength and battle sense, why did we have no intelligence about him, did he pop out of nowhere?!?'

A 7ft5 giant suddenly pops through the floor!

'TADAAA! Haha, I just wanted to pop out of nowhere after you said it! Let me introduce myself, I am Baal recruiter of the Goddess Minerva. There are countless of worlds and gods are fighting over the faith energy, you've been spotted as a possible recruit for Team Minerva. So I went to your world killed you and all your friends and brought you here. What a lucky fellow! Congratulations!!! Go Team Minerva!!!'

'Wait what?!? Why'd…'

'SHUSH MAN! You have two choices, either join us or spend the eternity in an empty white room.'

'Well that's not much of a choice, isn't it? Go… Team… Minerva' Mors resigned.

'Hey, not so quick! You will need to pass the test first! Well usually, you can get straight into the team if you get recruited, but my boss calls me… what was it? Oh yes, inadequate. Oh by the way, this is your scouting report.

Mors (World 420)

Race: Human

Height: 6ft (183 cm)

Weight: 75 kg

Personality: Steady, calculated, good-natured.

Strength: F

Agility: D

Stamina: F

Strategy: A

Battle sense: B

Leadership: C

Magic: 0

Weapon Mastery:

Sword: F

Spear: F

Hidden weapons: E

Note: Strategic mastermind, good battle sense, but lacks in pure strength and stamina. Judged and signed by the strongest General Baal. But seriously, when's the punishment over, let me be the general again, please?!?