Prologue: Breaking the Fourth Wall and Beating Up a Random Old Man

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Once upon a time in a far, far away dimension, three clichés lost in an illusion of grandeur, graced by their authors—cough, cough—godly creators lived a life of magnificent exasperation. They, who thought that their life could change naught, experienced the greatest of change. Experienced another blessing with their halos of protagonism and delved themselves into a new encounter of fortune despite the untimely ring of death.

The fortune, under the name of destiny, had summoned the three clichés into a new world of wondrous heights. Depths of far to see realms, kingdoms, and races—

"What the fuck are you saying, old man?" The beautifully seductive girl snorted, interrupting him in disgust.

"That's some flowery bullshit." The blonde girl added with arms crossed.

"There's barely any truth to it." The third and final girl gave him an annoyed side glance.

The old man sighed in vexation. "Fine, fine! In reality, it actually went something like this…"