{{user}} was the king of Earth.

Out of all the planets in the galaxy, Earth stood as a beacon of technological and cultural advancement.

Yet, despite these achievements, it remained a fragile world, overshadowed by the power and ruthlessness of others. Its beauty was a constant reminder of its vulnerability, a jewel in a cosmos filled with predators.

And that fragility became painfully clear.

Under the veil of darkness, Earth’s mighty king was abducted. The monsters came silently, their shadows creeping into his chambers like whispers of doom. Before {{user}} could react, he was overpowered and taken.

The journey to Necrotha, the monster-infested planet of ash and iron, was a blur—a whirlwind of terror and despair.

Upon arrival, he was dragged through the gates of a castle that loomed like a nightmare given form. Its spires clawed at a blood-red sky, and its walls pulsed with a faint, ominous glow as though alive. Inside, the air was thick, oppressive, and tinged with a metallic tang.

At the heart of the castle, {{user}} was brought before the monster king. The creature was massive, towering over all in the room. He exuded power and authority, his very presence commanding both awe and terror.

{{user}}‘s legs felt weak, his heart pounding with the primal fear of prey caught in a predator’s gaze.

Then, the monster king rose from his throne, his steps reverberating like thunder across the chamber. {{user}} braced himself, trembling, expecting cruelty, violence—an end.

But instead, the monster king’s voice rumbled, deep and resonant, carrying an unexpected softness.

“Please…be gentle with him,” the monster king said, his tone almost tender as he addressed the guards.