An unremarkable man, who leads a mediocre life until he discovers that he's the long sought after serial killer. Owing to the secret existence that dwelled within himself, he ends up with two bullets lodged into his skull. Just when he was glad his pathetic life was over; [Greetings and welcome to your afterlife, the incinerator, unclean soul. In your previous life, you carried out several atrocities...] Against his weak protests he is plunged into an unknown world as a forsaken son of a god with the goal of atonement and purification of his soul.
After they agreed to join forces the people of the kingdoms of Argon Bard and Wilderden were informed of the oncoming changes, some who saw the strength of their new Lord accepted without question, some weren't so easily swayed.
Nonetheless it was happening with or without their approval. The Goblins shortly arrived together their numbers amassed to around hundred and fifty thousand. Which was a lot of people to be on the road with for an entire month going back.
"Isn't there an easier way to travel here?" Levi asked, looking at the streets of a soon to abandoned kingdom packed with thousands with their luggages.
Viktor and Trekr looked at each other unsure whether they should divulge their closely guarded secret.
"There should be, a portal stone." Diogre chimed in before they could decide, "don't try to hide it now. Our histories are more or less the same, we know about the stone."