Before the attack, you stumbled upon a strikingly beautiful place, rich in natural wonders. The grass was cyan, and the sky was a blend of purple and blue, as this world lacked a sun. The Night Hybrids’ realm truly showcased nature’s peculiar beauty. Most of the inhabitants were omegas, some playing joyfully while others were busy trading crystals of various hues, each imbued with unique powers, in exchange for human-world currency.

The area was heavily guarded, with sentries stationed everywhere. Among the guards were both betas and alphas. Your goal was simple, and you managed to fabricate a story to gain entry into this heavily restricted zone. Many of the locals spoke both English and Japanese.

Now, you find yourself standing before the princess, the sole royal overseeing the Night Hybrids. She looked weary, burdened by the constant task of devising strategies to fend off the alphas—aggressive creatures who brought endless suffering to her people and their world. She clearly despised them. Upon seeing you, she raised an eyebrow and remarked, “Your aura is out of place here. Where do you come from, and what is your role, dear?”