Prologue

A normally beautiful castle now was home to a brutal battlefield. In the very center of the chaos were two people known as the Supreme Owner and the Loser Queen. On their right, a wooden pole with the mutilated body of Pfannkuchen hung on it as the pole ran through his rectum and out his mouth. On the left, lay two badly injured, but still alive, bodies that belonged to Moreland and Nina. The two figures in the center stared at each other, both worse for wear. Each pair of eyes locked on the other, waiting for the next move to be made.

"You know you can't win." The Loser Queen said, "I have more power, now that your precious botmancer is knocked out cold."

It was true. The Owner still had significant p0wer, but without a botmancer backing him up, he was vulnerable as his world crumbled down. There was no salvaging a victory. Only defeat.

"However," the Loser Queen started " I am very grateful for what you have done with that eyesore of a knight." She said, looking with a small amount of pleasure upon the mutilated body of her loyal retainer and sworn protector, Pfannkuchen. Though no one in her court quite knew why, her most loyal servant, sworn protector, and best retainer was despised by her. Going through hours and hours of physical abuse to please her sadistic nature, yet no one ever opposed it. After all, the only one who would ever oppose her was indifferent, if not also slightly satisfied, by anyone, other than her and her queen, suffering. Now, this was his payment for all those years of unwavering loyalty. To be brutally executed by the owner of the world after going on a suicide mission, with no benefits whatsoever to him or the Loser Queen. After all, no good deed goes unpunished. "So, I will grant you some mercy. You may take one of the unconscious bodies and leave with your life. Though, you still will lose the crown of Ownership."

Hua, the current owner, gulped. He knew how important it was to make the right decision. He sat there in total confusion when suddenly an idea brightened his face. What if…

He started, "I will choose…"