Yi-An disconnected from the server. He felt like he had returned home after a long journey. Everything felt very unfamiliar in his slender body after living inside Crockta’s huge body for a while. He checked the time. It was dawn. All of the adventures he had in Elder Lord flashed past him. Was it all a dream? No, it was all reality.0

Yi-An grinned and flopped down on the bed. He was tired. He had just been swinging his greatsword at a blood-splattering battlefield with his life at stake. It felt odd to disconnect from such a harsh place and immediately be at peace in his home. As he hugged his fluffy blanket and closed his eyes, his entire body sank into the mattress.0

When he closed his eyes, he saw the desolate northern landscape spread out beyond the darkness. He could still vividly feel the sensation of sending Calmahart’s head flying into the sky. He also thought of the orc warriors who filled the plains to the brim. They had gotten down on their knees and acknowledged him as the new chieftain.0

He had accomplished all of this with a single greatsword. With just a single Ogre Slayer that fit perfectly into the palm of his hand, he had rescued cities and the entire north.0

At his command, all of the orcs abandoned their weapons, and the war came to an end.0

Everything in the world of Elder Lord was so clear-cut compared to his world, where everything was a tangled mess. In his world, it was difficult to discern the true nature...2