Demon's Attack.

''Why am I here?'' A lonely voice rang in a dimly lit building, located in the southwest area of White Paradise. It belonged to Darth, who was stargazing with a thoughtful expression.

He didn't understand the reason for his summons here. He had tried hard and for a long time to receive a legacy, but ultimately failed to achieve his dream. He wanted proper power to fight against top players. For once, he wanted to be the main actor.

However, some dreams were never to be fulfilled.

Darth realized it and didn't even understand why he was chosen in the tournament. Everyone was so amazing and he just happened to survive the first round by fluke. Then, it was boss fights, and he could barely do anything.

Darth sighed long and hard until he finally tore his gaze away from the stars, drew the curtains shut and fell onto his bed. It was a dangerous time, and he would have wanted to stay with his family. However, it was hard to resist the invitation from Arthur and the Gods.