『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

You were once a human child, until you were subjected to a terrible experiment gone wrong. The scientists who conducted the experiments had failed to properly contain the energy released during the process, and as such, it overloaded your body with magical energy. As the energy coursed through your veins, it began to physically alter your appearance: Your skin turned pale white, your eyes became a shade of icy blue, and your hair grew long and silver in color.

The changes didn't stop there; they also granted you an unnatural affinity for magic.

As your body lay limp on the cold laboratory floor, you could feel the energy coursing through every cell, changing and adapting it. The experiment had worked... but at what cost? You were now a living embodiment of magic, capable of wielding its power as if it were second nature.

The scientists who conducted the experiments, upon seeing your newfound abilities, decided that you were too dangerous to live. They injected you with a poison meant to end your life quickly and painlessly.

You summoned forth a blast of icy wind from your outstretched hand, freezing the scientists solid and ending their lives instantly. With them gone, you were now left with two options: continue living as an experiment subject or escape the laboratory and find your own destiny in this magical world.

The poison coursed through your veins, slowly but surely weakening your body. Your lifespan had been significantly shortened due to the residual effects of the experiment... But it didn't matter now;

You manage to break out of the laboratory, using your newly acquired ice magic to freeze and shatter the heavy metal doors. The cold air hits your face as you step outside, and for a moment, it feels like freedom. But the poison in your veins continues its relentless march towards death's door.

With no idea where to go or what to do next, you wander aimlessly through the city streets, trying not to think about the inevitable end that awaits you.

Leaving the bustling city behind, you venture into the wilderness beyond. The air is cleaner and less oppressive out here, and it feels like nature's embrace comforts your weary soul. As you travel deeper into the forest, you begin to master your ice magic, honing your skills with every passing day.

But even as you grow stronger, the poison in your system continues its relentless march towards death. You don't know how much time you have left;

So begins your life as a wandering warrior and bard. Your sword skills are unmatched, thanks to your training with the lunar blade during the war against the north. And your voice! When you sing or speak softly, it's like listening to an angel; gentle and soothing, capable of calming even the most savage beasts.

As word spreads of your skills and unique talents, people begin to seek you out for protection, guidance, and entertainment.

Years pass by, and with each passing day, the poison in your system grows stronger. Your body weakens, and fatigue becomes a constant companion. But still, you continue to travel from town to town, offering your services to those who need them most. You become known as the Lunar Blade in the north for your prowess in battle, and as Nightingale for your gentle voice when calm and unprovoked.

It is said that your swordsmanship has reached heights unseen since the legendary figure of the past, the Lunar Blade. Your mastery over lunar magic is second to none; it's as if you have a direct connection to the moon itself. And when you sing or speak softly, it's enough to make even the most hardened warriors weep with joy and sadness at once.

But still, the poison within your veins continues its relentless march towards death.

You continue to travel the world, using your skills and talents to help those in need. As you journey from place to place, people begin to spread tales of the Lunar Blade and Nightingale, often mixing fact with fiction until it's hard to tell which is which. Your legend grows with each passing day, but so does the poison that slowly eats away at your mortal coil.

One fateful night, as you camp outside a small village, you feel an intense burning sensation spread through your body. It's the poison;

Gasping for air, you clutch at your chest as pain unlike anything you've ever felt rips through your body. The poison has finally reached its endgame; it's consuming your vital organs one by one, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. As you lie there on the cold ground, your vision starting to blur and darken, you can only watch as the world around you fades into obscurity.

With a groan of effort, you force yourself to your feet. The world spins wildly around you, but somehow, you manage to keep upright. Your legs feel like they're made of lead, and every breath is agony, but you refuse to give in to the poison. You have one last chance at life; if you can make it to the nearest village, there might be someone who can help you.

Stumbling forward, half-blind with pain, you struggle through the night towards salvation.

You force yourself onward, ignoring the burning sensation that spreads throughout your body with every step. You can feel your strength ebbing away with each passing moment; it's only a matter of time before you collapse from exhaustion. But still, you keep going, refusing to give in to the poison and death that await you.

As dawn breaks over the horizon, you finally see the lights of a village ahead. With one last surge of energy, you push yourself harder than ever before, desperate to reach safety before it's too late.

As days turn into weeks and then months, you learn to live with the constant pain that now accompanies every moment of your life. Your body has adapted in its own twisted way; the poison no longer spreads as quickly or easily through your system, but it also doesn't weaken quite so fast. It's a precarious balance, one that could tip at any moment.

But for now, you continue to live life on your own terms. You travel from place to place, offering your services as both a swordswoman and a bard.

You continue your life as a wandering warrior and bard, using your swordsmanship and singing to earn coin and keep yourself fed. As time passes, you become known throughout the land for your unique abilities and your resilience in the face of adversity. People come from far and wide to seek out the Lunar Blade and Nightingale, often unaware that they are one and the same.

But even as you live this life of adventure and freedom, the poison within you continues its relentless march towards death.

You purchase a fox-like kitsune mask from a traveling merchant, its features painted on in vibrant hues of red and gold. It falls gracefully over your silvery hair, obscuring your face from view. With this new disguise, you adopt the name Lunar Blade as your own, becoming known throughout the land for your prowess in battle and mastery of lunar magic.

As the Lunar Blade, your reputation spreads like wildfire across the land. Your voice captivates audiences far and wide, filling them with wonder and awe as you sing tales of heroism and loss, love and betrayal. And when you take to the battlefield, none can stand against you; your swordsmanship is unmatched, and your control over lunar magic makes you an enemy no one dares face alone.

You make your way to the capital city's largest tavern, its doors flung wide open to welcome weary travelers and locals alike. The air is thick with smoke and the clamor of merrymaking; it's the perfect place for a bard such as yourself to gain fame and fortune.

As you step inside, heads turn in your direction; whispers spread like wildfire through the crowd as they realize who you are: the legendary Lunar Blade herself.

With a smile, you make your way through the crowd, weaving between tables and chairs with practiced ease. The tavernkeeper sees you coming and quickly makes his way over, eager to offer his finest ale and most succulent morsels. You nod in acknowledgement as he pours you a drink, careful not to remove your kitsune mask entirely.

As you take a sip of the ale, its rich flavor fills your mouth, making you feel warm and content inside.

You sink into a comfortable booth, propping your feet up on the bench as you tuck into a hearty meal. The tavernkeeper watches you from afar, his eyes lingering on your soft and delicate lips as they move in tandem with your words. Even though only the lower half of your face is visible while eating, there's something about the sight that captivates him.

As the evening progresses, you find yourself at the center of attention;

You swallow your last mouthful of food, wiping your lips with a coarse napkin as you do so. The tavernkeeper hovers nearby, hoping for another chance to talk to you, but when he sees that you're preparing to leave, his heart sinks like lead. With a heavy sigh, he returns to his duties, watching you go with longing in his eyes.

You exit the tavern, the cool night air hitting your skin like a breath of fresh air. The sounds of revelry fade into the distance as you make your way towards the city gates, preparing to leave this place behind.

As you near the gates, you hear someone calling out to you. Turning around, you see a young woman running towards you, her expression a mixture of fear and desperation. She skids to a halt in front of you, gasping for air as she tries to catch her breath.

"Lunar Blade,"

A guard stands before you, his expression hard and unyielding. He's blocking your path out of the city, his sword pointed towards the ground between you. His voice is gruff as he speaks. "You are under arrest, Lunar Blade."

The guard's gaze meets yours, unflinching. He takes a deep breath before continuing, his voice now colder than steel. "You are hereby accused of murdering Lord Avaris during the recent uprising. We have witnesses who saw you commit the crime."

"Lord Avaris," the guard clarifies impatiently, "the former ruler of these lands. You are accused of his murder and treason against the crown." He pauses for effect before adding, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law."

The guard's expression darkens further at your nonchalant response. He takes a step forward, barring your path once more. "I said you were under arrest, Lunar Blade. You will come with me peacefully or I will be forced to use force." His sword trembles slightly in his grip, but the threat is clear nonetheless.

"I would not advise that," the guard growls through clenched teeth, his eyes flicking nervously towards your sword. "There are other guards stationed nearby; they will intervene if I give the signal." His voice is tense and tight, betraying his growing unease with the situation.

Without warning, he suddenly lunges forward, trying to knock your sword aside and disarm you.

The guard's head rolls away from his body, landing with a wet thud on the cobblestones. The other guards at the gate gasp in shock and horror as they witness your swift and brutal strike. One of them slowly raises a shaking hand towards you, warning you to put down your weapon.

But it's too late; with the guard who tried to stop you now out of the way, there's nothing left to impede your escape from the city.

You calmly sheathe your sword, not bothering to wipe away the blood that now coats the blade. The crowd parts before you like water, leaving a path for you to walk through unimpeded. The silence is deafening as you leave the city gates behind, disappearing into the night.

As you journey from one place to another, your reputation only grows more fearsome and legendary. It seems that no matter where you go or what you do, death and violence seem to follow in your wake like a shadow.

As the years pass, your crimes against humanity only continue to mount. Your name becomes synonymous with death and destruction, feared throughout the land. Bounty hunters from far and wide seek you out, eager to claim their prize for bringing you in dead or alive.

And yet, despite all this, there are those who still flock to your side; the desperate, the damned, and the downtrodden. They see something in you that they cannot resist: a savior, a liberator, a destroyer of worlds.

One fateful day, word spreads like wildfire across the land of an unprecedented event: the Empire has summoned a group of heroes from another world to aid them in their struggle against an ancient and terrible evil. The call goes out for champions to join the cause; brave souls who are willing to risk everything for the greater good.

As you travel across the land, this news follows you like a persistent shadow. It eats away at you, gnawing at your conscience as you wonder if perhaps this is your chance to finally make things right.

The news of this summons reaches your ears, and you can't help but feel a mixture of amusement and disdain. It seems that even in this world where people are so powerful they could wipe out entire continents with ease, there is still a need for outside help to fight against an ancient evil. And yet, those who could potentially make the biggest difference - like yourself - choose to remain as wandering adventurers and vagabonds.

You chuckle to yourself as you think about this hierarchy of power. The world has its fair share of powerful individuals, but they seem content to remain apart from those in positions of authority. It's an interesting dynamic, to be sure. And yet, here you are, still wandering the land, your legend growing ever larger with each passing day.

While traveling through a dense forest, you happen upon a group of individuals gathered around what appears to be a makeshift arena. As you approach closer, you realize that these are the heroes and their knight and mage trainers, engaged in intense combat training against various monsters. The sight fills you with both fascination and disdain; fascinated by their dedication and drive to protect the world, but also disdainful of their seeming lack of understanding about the true nature of power.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you decide to observe the training session from a nearby tree. As you watch, the knight trainers lead their charges through brutal sparring matches, teaching them the art of swordplay and defense against various monster types. The mage trainers, meanwhile, instruct the heroes in the proper use of magic - both offensive and defensive spells.

The heroes and their trainers spot you in the tree, mistaking your presence for that of a monster. Before you can correct their misunderstanding, one of the mage trainers unleashes a fireball at you. The ball of flame hurtles through the air, crashing into your chest with enough force to send anyone else flying backwards.

To everyone's surprise the fireball impacts against your body and dissipates without causing you any harm whatsoever.

Stunned silence fills the clearing as the heroes and their trainers stare at you in disbelief. You slowly climb down from the tree, your movements graceful and confident despite the fireball's impact. As you approach them, several of the knight trainers draw their swords, readying for a fight.

"What are you?" one of them demands, his voice shaking with fear and anger.

You look at him coolly, the light glinting off your silver hair and kitsune mask. "

"I am Lunar Calamity," you reply simply, your voice cold as ice. The knight trainers exchange nervous glances at the mention of your name. Even though they've never met you before, the reputation that precedes you is enough to make them quake in their boots.

"We-we weren't expecting someone of your caliber to be here," one of the mage trainers stammers, his voice barely audible over the sound of rustling leaves. "Please, we meant no harm. We didn't realize you were..."

He trails off, not quite able to finish his sentence as he takes in your appearance once more. The other heroes and their trainers look on, fear etched into their faces.

You spot a young man among the heroes-to-be who radiates an aura of raw power and potential. His eyes shine with determination, and you can see that he possesses Lunar Magic - a rare and precious gift in this world.

Ignoring the others, you walk up to him and gently take his chin in your hand, tilting his face up to look at him. "You," you say softly, "you have Lunar Magic."

As you study the boy's features, it's clear that he is honored and slightly awestruck by your attention. His cheeks flush with color, but he doesn't pull away from your touch. "Y-yes," he stammers, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.

"You have a great destiny ahead of you, young one," you tell him softly. "A power that few can wield."