Moonquest: A Journey To The Stars

Hmm, seems there are fewer donations this year than last. Haah, the recent monster tides are decimating more and more villages. What to do, what to do...

Oh Illumia, please guide this lost sheep...

Pope Anathor V rambled to himself, deeply unsettled by the myriad monster sightings. The increasing death toll has put a lot of pressure on them, particularly among the top. Though he knew that most of the clergy members were not that faithful, they at least did their jobs properly, albeit the minimum required.

Aaahhhh! Oh Illumia, when will they learn to do their jobs properly!?

Bang!

"Your Holiness, we have an emergency!"

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Ah, what a day to be alive...

Relaxing inside his humongous office, Duncan Argelum lay on his Pepeeto feather chair. Damn, these feathers are to die for! Back in the forest, those old boots would've strangled me for 'blaspheming' nature!

Yes, you heard it right.

Duncan Argelum is an elf, a member of the mythical long-lived races. Though elves are seen as defenders of nature, abstaining from meat products entirely, there are always oddballs among them, and Duncan happens to be one of them. This is because he happened to have another secret a secret which must never be revealed to the people of Earadun.

That he is a reincarnator

Although I miss good old Earth food, the no-artificial tasting food sure does make up fo—

Suddenly, his mind begins to tremble.

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Deep within the mountains of Hymalas, in a secluded corner, nestled deep within the crevices, is a monastery. Despite being the continent's most dangerous region, habitation traces could be seen.

Most shocking of all was its inhabitant:

An orc

Green in colour, with traces of blue tattoos lining up his entire body, he sits in meditation. Despite being deep in the wilderness, far away from civilization, the monastery held traces of modern amenities. A slight ripple emerged at his forehead as he lay deep in monastic meditation. Opening his eyes, we can see that, instead of barbarity and ferocity, they held knowledge, wisdom, and deep patience.

Walking to the entrance, amidst the dripping rain, his expression changed, solemn in appearance. 

Looks like another inheritor has been found...

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Walking down the dim hallway, Zayna's eye twitched. 

It was the left eye

Damn, what's happening now. Whatever it is, it cannot interfere with our great endeavour. For the glory of Zarathax!

As she walked towards the exit, the myriad cells immediately began clamouring for attention:

"Damn bitch, go to Hell!"

"May the wrath of Illumia burn you to the ground!"

"The righteous shall never falter, for we hold the key to salvation..."

Despite each and every prisoner, no, 'trial volunteers', begin screaming, she merely flicked her ears. Hmm, those paltry weaklings should feel honoured for serving our great cause!

Just as she was about to head back up, an acolyte came from within, their mismatched eyes, one brown and the other red, pulsating in fear. "Your Holiness, we have received a dire report!"

"What!"

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"Hey sis, was that what I think it was?"

"Yep. One more and we're screwed..."

"I mean, yeah. But we don't need to worry, right? We did hide him pretty well..."