¿Who am I? I am Adner of the West, also known as "The Habanero Villain" thanks to the things I helped create during "The Great Desolation".
People always tend to think they know me thanks to the books of history. They can have a psychological profile of me, a medical point of view; a social, political and even economic criteria over the actions I took during the different series of events surrounding my life. All I can answer back is: Things are different when you are actually living the historical events and not just reading them. One can think: I would have done this, or done that, but in reality, when situations rise up, that's when a man's metal is tested. Because no good thing ever came to be, without it finding adversities, not in this world or in any other world.
History may judge us all, but it was I, the one who defied destiny and won. I broke the laws of mechanics of a world that internally was innocent, but our corrupted minds tore it apart, leaving it with so many scars that no bard may ever sing again in those lands. No priest may pray again, no traveler can rest, no creature of any kind may find itself safe under the shadow of our failure.
For there it rests, a reminder of what happens when you bring to an innocent world, a bunch of people from a corrupted one such as ours.
I am Adner, this is my diary, the last pages I will ever write. If you ever find it to be, unpleasant, and unexplainably contradictory to the events told in the books of history, may I remind you, and warn you, history is written by the victors. And although the victors can always be object of superstition; products of the fantasies told by those who claim right to our successes, truth may find once again its way to the hearts of young readers such as the one who contemplates my last words in paper. I, for once, do not claim to be the owner of the absolute truth, not even the whole truth. I am merely even a storyteller, a witness, one of many, whose subjective truth is the one which I lived and fought for, until my last breath was ripped apart by those who once claimed to love me.
Was I blind to the trivial arrogance that forced my once, dear family, to commit one of the most common, yet ever painful sin to be done to a mortal?
Probably.
Yet here I am, facing the strong winds of the north. I may be alone, in the darkness of a forgotten era, dusting in the unending books of a library, but even when an entire nation rose against me, my name will be remembered for all the ages.
I am Adner, and this is my story.

I woke up one morning just to realize that the world had changed. I had lived with my family in Mexico since I can remember. My mother was the daughter of a high respected man in society, and my father the descendent of a lineage of national sports champions. I was musician and an engineer, I began programing since I was 13, just to realize that here in Mexico not to many guys were able to achieve the things I did back in the day.
As one can expect from a guy like me, I began my career as a hacker at a very young age. And I am sure you are thinking: ¡Oh! I know where this guy is going, and let me assure you: You are absolutely right. When I stumbled with Elder Tale, there was no difference, security here in Mexico has always been lacking, and even though life was hard, happiness blossomed in the streets where ever you went.
So, I hacked the game, but I always liked to consider myself a moderate hacker, not the one who cheats in a way so obvious that even a two year old will realize, but more a subtle one.
The only thing I implemented, and it was really a work of art, was the ability to change my class and subclass whenever I wanted. Is cheating, but at least I didn't make it unbelievably unfair for the other players, I just wanted to had all the advantages when going alone in the wilderness. I never liked to join a party, only with my two brothers, before they became guild masters. I was more like a lone wolf, and I never complained about it. I liked my solitude and with my ability to hack, there was no raid so strong or difficult for me to conquer. At least that's what I thought.

That morning when I opened my eyes, I was standing right in front of the cathedral, at the heart of Guadalajara. Everything was so different, the cathedral was in complete ruins; trees grew from the inside of the building, tearing apart the walls and the roof. As I looked at my surroundings I realize that the entire city was suddenly in the same condition; grass grew and covered everything, from small houses to big ones, from the tallest building to the lowest street.
I heard a scream in the distance, a scream that chilled out my bone and made me sweat deeply. I began controlling my breath as I began analyzing the situation, hoping for the worst. As I continued to look for answers without making a single move, screens began appearing and disappearing right in front of me. Up in the right there was my name Adner, my Elder Tale name, down below was my race, Half-Alv, and at the bottom of the screen was my class, which began shaking, changing form Guardian, to Assassin, then a Monk, and a Cleric, then the cycle began repeating itself over time more rapidly. I began sweating intensely as I felt a fire burning inside my body. A light appeared and began covering me completely. I rose from the ground approximately ten inches for about ten minutes when the pain disappeared completely and I lost consciousness.
As I woke up a second time, everything had changed once again. I was still in the ruins of Guadalajara, but the screens had stopped appearing and disappearing, the light was slowly fading away. I checked my name: Adner, level 90, race: Half-Alv, class: Battle Master, I stopped for a minute as I went back to read again: Battle Master. Quickly I began searching for others abnormalities. I had four bars of HP and MP, each one of them with a different name: Monk, Guardian, Assassin and Cleric, and each one of them had the stats of the classes I used to play the most in Elder tale.
At first a great joy filled my body as I considered myself lucky for preserving at least four classes and each one of them with their respective HP and MP.
The Monk was level 90, the Guardian level 50, the Assasin level 70, and the cleric level 90. Everything was surreal, and of course I was considering myself to be, at the moment, in the world of Elder Tale. How was I able to be there? I didn't knew, but no matter where I looked everything was familiar and at the same time new.

I wished my luck had been better that time, for when I analyzed my screen once again I realized one small detail hanging there with all the other blessings (I gave them that name).
My curse. Hiding there in small letters it said: Subclass: People of the Land.