In the Crimson Sun Continent a mortal named Matson was enjoying his life just every other mortal. His home was a small kingdom. By having no talent to practice, he spend his days enjoying life occasionally letting his imagination go wild wondering how it'll feel like to be powerhouse and having a harem. One day when he was fishing with his boats on a boat, he spotted a golden light shooting towards from the sky. Subconsciously, he dodged it, but couldn't in time. It went into his forehead. By doing so, he fell off board. His friends saved him before he could drain. They asked if he was alright because it seem like he was in a daze. He told them he was okay. When he got home, he cursed. Matson couldn't believe his luck and also the price he had to pay. "To think those legends was real I actually became the last one to participate in this battle royale to get the treasure everyone dream about," he murmured. Sighing, he thought for a moment, and his expression became firm. "Whether it's bad or good I'll see it through even I'm destined to dead I'll show those old timers the wrath of a young man," he said aggressively.

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