Dark World

A drizzling rain fell without end, and the entire grassland reeked of damp rot, tinged with a faintly sweet, bloody stench.

Yota wore a cloak, feeling the bone-chilling wind sweeping across the grassland. He could faintly sense a strange energy steeped in darkness and corruption swirling around him, trying to invade his body.

"This world is far bloodier and crueler than One Piece or Naruto," Yota sighed. No sooner had he spoken than a burst of chattering cries rang out. Several red-skinned dwarves wielding all manner of shabby weapons appeared before Yota and charged at him.

With a bang, several dwarves exploded into clouds of blood. The last dwarf tripped and fell, threw away its weapon in terror, then fled sobbing and wailing.

Yota had no intention of letting it go. Though it looked weak, these creatures were demons. They only seemed like comic relief before someone as powerful as Yota, but to ordinary people in this world, Fallen were exceptionally vicious.

That was right. These little monsters that bullied the weak and feared the strong were Fallen, classic creatures from Diablo. And the world Yota had traveled to was the most classic Diablo II World, where all Three Prime Evils appeared at once.

As for Yota's goal in coming here, it was naturally the legendary Worldstone. As an object possessing the dual attributes of soul and world, it was practically the best material for creating a world.

Scared out of its wits, the sobbing little Fallen had only just returned to its tribe when it felt a terrifying force strike from behind. In an instant, the entire tribe, along with the little Fallen, vanished into ashes.

Yota withdrew his fist. His expression darkened as he looked at the wooden stakes around him and the cauldron in the middle of