Planeswalker-Tibalt

A Small Realm.

The primary environment here was a lush primeval forest.

There were no sentient beings within, only primitive wild beasts and Magic Beasts wandering about.

As the Power of Time and Space surged.

A figure abruptly appeared beside a narrow river deep within the forest.

He was a middle-aged man, less than two meters tall, with red skin and two short horns over ten centimeters long protruding from his head.

His name was—Tibalt, a Planeswalker.

Looking at this unfamiliar world before him and sensing the surging Five-Color Mana within it.

Tibalt immediately drew a deep breath, his expression filled with delight.

"The mana in this world is truly abundant. I really hope its inhabitants can let me show off my skills..."

Name—Tibalt

Class—Planeswalker

Hobbies—Tormenting and researching all kinds of Lifeforms

Put simply, he was an old villain through and through.

Originally, he had merely been an ordinary human.

A Necromancer Mage Apprentice with rather mediocre talent.

Usually, he would only study animal corpses, or sneak into graveyards to dig up graves and stitch dead bodies together.

But as his research grew ever more extreme and crazed.

Tibalt's innate antisocial personality likewise swelled ever higher, gradually leading him to secretly use living people for all kinds of experiments and study certain blasphemous knowledge.

For example: pain.

In Tibalt's eyes, pain could simply and directly evoke the fiercest emotions within a lifeform.

It was far more direct than so-called love, hatred, grudges, and entanglements.

After all, stirring up an individual's love, hatred, grudges, and entanglements required far too many intermediate steps!

But inducing pain was countless times simpler!

All he needed to do was torment the other party without end.

There was no need to play any hollow games at all!

Pick up the torture tools in his hands and