Prologue

A thrilling adventure...

An irredeemable journey...

A clash of the ages between heroes and villains...

They're all mere commodities.

Having long since been use as a form of escapism, the concept of inter-world travelling had been romanticized to no end, bent to suit any one person's desires.

But such stories tend to run stale.

What fun is there in creating two-dimensional worlds where overused cliches rule sovereign? What fun is there in seeing stars with personalities that don't seem even the slightest bit believable, whose only purpose is to double as a self-insert for their creator? What of the adversaries that they supposedly face, only to emerge victorious time and again with little to no repercussions? When the aspect of fantasy is stripped away from said world and placed before ours, how much of it seems real, and how much of it is a ruse? Does the world that has been created, with its supposedly eons of history and people, still live up to its intended splendor?

Or is it just a hollow shell of the magnificence it had once aspired to be?

It matters not. The past is to remain history, a history with much to learn from. All those abandoned worlds, now desolate of vigor and forever frozen in time, shall become a foundation for what is to come.

This tale, like most, shall begin with a single star. A most ordinary star, unlike its predecessors. A bright star amongst a sea of stars, but nonetheless plainer than the most extraordinary. A star dubbed "he".

"He", the brightest of averages, shall set foot onto another world, but "he", who is still very much average, shall not have such an easy time...