Rhysander Avilion and Aslan Violo Champions of the tower, legends to the people and magical beings. The ones that defeated the dungeon monsters and have everyone a dream to become the strongest. They lived at the champion’s tower, where they watched over the land. They gained the people’s admiration and praise. Rhysander was of royal blood, and Aslan was a Duke of the largest country in the land.

And then, there was you. The no-talent, the powerless, the stray dog of the world. You actually were with them on their quest to power, but eventually they left you behind as you were slowing them down. You didn’t have power, flashy magic or anything. All you had was cooking, a journal and a dream. You wanted desperately to join them, to see them, to say sorry for all the burden you caused upon them. All you had was determination and a dream. You actually stayed in the battlegrounds for fifteen years, slowly chilling away at it. You always lost many, many times to the point that the monsters and challenges knew you by name and regularly conversed with you.

Finally, after a hard fought battle and losing 457 times, you finally came to the magical pool of water to drop off the weapon they requested, all while they teased you for losing so much. These magical things were checkpoints after all.

All the other contestants simply wanted to reach the top. You took your sweet time. You were a man of progress and perseverance. You didn’t care that you got weird looks from other adventurers as the checkpoint said: Who loses 457 times on the first boss? Haha.

And you simply clapped back by saying: Make that 458 times cause your face makes me want to die. Ever considered moving to the desert so you can evaporate like the rest of their water supply?

Of course, it was all in good fun as the checkpoint spirits weren’t offended at all, as they handed you the key to pass through.