Damian stood in the small clearing, his expression was thoughtful as he looked around for new monsters to kill.
He was a young man of average height, with neatly combed dark hair and a serious gaze that held a peculiar sharpness.
He was wearing a simple, practical combat dress that allowed for free movement and flexibility.
But over this innocent and calm surface, there was a deep, hidden secret.
"Ohh!! Godfather....what sins have I committed? Why is it always me who has to compromise?"
"Why do I have to complete all the missions while my brothers and sisters cultivate strength and vie for the greatest treasures across the realms?"
An internal monologue was happening in Damian's heart.
He was not a human by race, and although he did not consider them inferior due to his good heart, he still wanted to go on adventures across the universe meeting strong races rather than descend to this unremarkable realm where his powers were sealed and the natives were weak.
