In the midst of intense war of fire, steel, and slavery, chaos begrimed the whole continent of Sedora. Where in this war, the kingdom of Daruta- One of the three largest Clans albeit the weakest one bordering the North, shockingly managed to grow and emerged victorious by the proud sounds of tattered flags fluttering in the air accompanied by the cry of these proud men, where a particular one stands out from them, drenched and soaked in blood and wounds covering most parts of his body. Despite his condition, he was still able to stand firmly and imposingly on a pile of fresh corpses, depicting an image of somewhat closer to a god of war and a death ripper at the fiery ruins of the battlefield.

And his name was…

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Kring~

"What was his name..."

The sound of the alarm echoed in the room and woke him up, followed by a sound of annoyed grunt coming from under the pillow– where his head was burrowed.

'That dream again..huh..'

It's the 4th time this week.

Dante slowly got up to his feet from his small bed with a creek sound. With a face that looks like someone who finds waking up in the morning troublesome.

While scratching his measly black shoulder-long hair which now resembles a ball of spike, His vision started inspecting his small room that mostly makes his morning routine.

From every inch and corner, everything was made of wood. The worn-out table that was beside his bed, a chair that was adjacent to it, the floor, and the dusty half triangle shape ceiling down to the right wall touching the wooden floor. If you look at it, it's just a cramp small room with as little space as there is with no window. It's similar to an attic but most of the attic has small windows and more space compared to his room–which is worst.

He frowns at this morning sight, which also made it to his morning routine.

When will I pass the life of a slave? Dante thought with a discouraging voice in his head as he was also fixing and tying his hair.

Just as he was full of negative thoughts, he then finally realize his alarm clock was still going on in the background for some time now.

"stop."

And just by that simple one word, the alarm clock that looks like a small lamp that was buzzing up until now, stopped emitting its soft red glow and went completely silent.

It's been a month already and the idea of magic in this world still amazes me, even this simple alarm clock is always a sight to see every time I wake up. I just couldn't get used to it. Dante thought.

Maybe because of all the stuff that Dante has, it's the only luxurious thing he got as a gift from a special friend.

The idea of buying this alarm clock was because every morning the head servant would have to always do all sorts of things just to wake him up and soon got tired of this morning routine, so he bought this special alarm clock as the final resort for him.

And thankfully it worked. It would surely frighten him if it still doesn't work.

So, why it's special? Because of its magical properties which makes people like Dante wake up like normal person, and on time.

Thinking of this, Dante watched the lamp with a tear on his left eye, not because he was sad but instead thankful as he recalls a certain person.

'Thank you Armando-Kun.' he murmured.

If not for him, he would have failed the quest and died already.

Dante gestures with his hand and a transparent floating window appeared that says quests on it and writes:

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>QUEST<

Wait for the Master's Arrival.

•7:21:15 left•

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He then closed the window with his mind and exits the room.

It's 5:20 am and usually, servants would wake up at exactly 6 am and prepare at 6:30, but for Dante, this became his normal routine every morning. He would always go at the back of the wooden building, that formed an 'L' shape that's made for servants like them, to train.

The building has three floors and Dante's is at the very top floor and at the most corner, and by its long corridors, it would usually take some time before he reaches the grounds.

Just as he was walking by this corridor and passing some rooms with large strides, he suddenly remembered what happened before arriving here.

Dante was just a normal student studying for his final exams, he fell asleep and the next thing he knew, he was transported in this kind of place together with 299 other people.

Until now, everything is still shrouded in mystery.

But that will soon slowly start to unveil because today is the day that the Master of this place will show up for the first time and explain everything to us.

Soon as Dante exits the building, someone bumped into him and fell down. A skinny kid wearing a robe with freckles on his face can be seen on the ground, hurriedly dusting off his clothes and the box he was carrying.

He's starting to wonder when was this kid had a proper meal due to how frail his body is. Normally, if you do your work as a servant of this place, you would get a ration of food twice a day, and the portions are also not a problem. So there shouldnt be cases where one would starve if they just do their work, Unless, that person might have done something wrong to recieve this kind of treatment.

Another thing that caught his attention is not or what he was firmly holding into his chest which is probabbly some food, to where he got it is not his problem anymore. But rather by the kid's face that reeks of fear and nervousness.

Which openly tells that this kid might have stolen the food he is now carrying.

"A-Ah... Im s-sorry mister".

And just that, the kid quickly left with tick tacks sound on the wooden floor, leaving dirt trails.

Ahh...that troublesome kid...

Now someone has to clean that mess. Its obviously not me, since im done with that kind of assignment the other day. Dante thought.

Dante continued walking to his destination, but from a few distance away he could already hear some noises. A bit curious, he fasten his pace. When Dante arrives, He was surprised to see a crowd of people making a scene.

It's still 5 in the morning. I was suppose to train here, So what could possibly cause this? , much less, Early in the Morning?? Dante wondered as he stares at the crowd, speechless.

More people started running to the crowd's direction as if something would be missed if they weren't in a hurry.

What the hell? Am i the only one who doesnt know what's happening here??. Dante thought this was insane.

Then a guy brushed him off his side and made him stumble a bit. "WHo–".

"Ah sorry!"

When Dante saw that person's face, he immediately recognize that person. It was Armando. Wearing a light servant's clothes and has a long blond hair tied up into a pony tail.

Likewise, Armando then soon recognized him.

"Oy SleepyHead! Hurry up or you'll miss this chance!"

Without further explaination, Armando continued rushing at the scene.

What the...

What chance? this is insane. Can someone explain what's going on??.

Its like responsing to his thoughts, A man's voice echoed from the center of the crowd.

"PEANUTS! PEANUTS! WHO WANTS MORE PEANUTS!."

Followed by the sound of eager buyers from the crowd:

"Me! Give me F-Five!"

"Hey! stop pushing!"

"I was here first! I will buy TEN!"

When Dante heard this, he was dumbfounded.

What kind of damn 'magical' peanuts would cause this much ruckus early in the morning?

Then Dante saw Armando at the crowd, took something out from his pockets then proudly lifting up a pendant in the air. It symbolize his status as the Head Servant.

But trying to take advantage of his position didn't go as planned, as others were too focused on buying, than his puny display, so he was ignored, pushed aside, and been trampled on the ground, helplessly depressed.

That fool... Dante thought while witnessing Armando's awkward display.

Dante couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and after he finally made his decision, he rushed through the crowd. By luck, he managed to squirm his way until he reached at the front.

There he saw a display of buckets of what seems to be an ordinary peanuts.

Dante took one peanut and examins it closely, ignoring the ruckus behind him.

What's so special about this? The more he looks into it, the more confused he becomes. Because no matter how he looks at it, It's just nothing but a simple-ordinary peanut.

But seeing how these people are going crazy for these peanuts, this must be something good.

Did this guy put some sort of magic spell to these people around me, to make them believe that this is some sort of magical peanuts?.

In the middle of Dante's thoughts, a soft young man's voice sounded straight into him.

"Hey. That would be 10 points each."

"What?"