Prologue

Hot, dry, winds...

That should be natural considering the fact that we're in a desert. Coupled by few sand bits in the wind and a loose footing due to the sand, there should be no doubt in my mind that I'm in a ordinary desert. That is if you think that a desert with a goblin labour camp which houses a horde of goblins and a 10 footer dried up mummy that can shoot lightning, create twisters, and shoot fireballs a normal scenery in a desert. Anyway, just looking at that dried-up corpse mocking me and threatening me to end my life makes my blood boil which is pretty unnatural since the normal me would run at the start, but I'm telling you, I feel something different in my own body (and reasoning).

"Hehehehe... looks like you've froze there in fear, shall I end this now mortal."

Frozen... by fear? Are you kidding me, if there is something that has been bugging me from the start is that you're mere existence is such an eyesore and hearing your voice threatening me just pisses me off.

"What the hell are you doing?! Get out of there you idiot!"

"Please, get out of there and find a safe place to hide."

"Get back here! You can't beat Setesh alone. You'll just die trying. "

Three girls shouted at me, one is a red head knight that wields two swords, the other is a blonde elf that uses a composite bow or something, and the last one is a violet haired (little) girl that wields a long staff. Each one was telling me to get the hell out of there and find a safe place to hide, which only annoys me further.

Can't they just shut their trap? I'm losing focus here, and just what exactly are they blabbering about me being killed. If there's someone getting killed here that's Setesh not me (strange, it seems like I'm more hot headed than usual). But that should not be strange at all since I just inherited the short tempered character of a certain girl that is here in this fray. Anyway, it seems that not only the character and way of thinking has been given to me but also the tremendous strength and skill is also included (not to mention the sword which just materialized at my hand) which only leads to one thought.

I'm sooo gonna kick this guys ass

After that, I shouted one word that released all that pulsating anger in me.

"BRAVERY!"