Before the dawn of time, True Dragons stood as pillars of creation, and Demon Lords fought over territories bathed in blood and flame. Their names crossed the ages, carved into legends, like forces that shaped the destiny of the world.
But among the accounts of glory and destruction, there is a story that should never have been told.
It doesn't talk about power.
It doesn't talk about kingdoms.
Talk about a man.
A human.
As banal as a peasant crushed by routine, as fragile as an insect under the feet of an ogre.
And yet… different.
Your name? Nobody remembers anymore.
Your achievements? Non-existent.
But his mind… oh, his mind was its own entity.
While others dreamed of ruling kingdoms or transcending mortality, this man devoted himself to thoughts that would make even a dragon blush. Insane desires, inexplicable fetishes, ideas so disconnected that they became dangerous.
It was said that he could spend hours staring at a rock, only to conclude that it had a "sexy curve".
Or that, in the middle of a serious meeting, he would start laughing alone, as if he were talking to voices that only he could hear.
But fate, capricious as always, did not let him die like another nameless lunatic.
When death came for him, in a tragic and humiliating way, as he always lived — something in the fabric of creation tore.
And in the place of a hero, a sage, a warrior or even a primordial demon…
the world received back only him.
An insane human.
A limitless pervert.
A madman who, without any glory, would dare to defy the logic of the world only with the absurd force of his insanity.
And so, his existence would become an anomaly.
Neither legend nor oblivion.
Just a human nightmare... walking among monsters.