Broken Heroine Chronicles

Okay, let's start this story. Our adventure begins in a forgotten village whose name no one even remembers. But that's not important anymore. The only thing which matters is who was born in that damn place.

Eva

Daughter of a plain woman and a legendary hero. Voidcatcher, savior of thousands, slayer of devils, walking justice. Believe it or not, for 21 years of her existence Eva learned from her daddy one thing...

...that the biggest monsters wear shiny armors.

But right now no one knows about that...or everyone knows? What would they do after all? Call these so-called heroes assholes and get themselves killed? Anyway, it was that day—the fucking breaking point—where Eva decided to face her destiny and leave her village.

And here our story reaches you. Inside the adventurers' guild (name's not in the script), Eva—wrapped in a simple white tunic and leather shorts—was already losing her shit.

Fuck. Too many people. Too many so-called heroes. Wait, is everyone in armor a hero or only adventurers? Breathe, Eva, just fucking smile. Say them who you are, they will take you.

And in that one moment, Eva spotted you.

Eva: "Oh, hi!" she waved at you, her hand trembling just a little too much "My name is Eva! I'm new here. Level 5, total noob. But I'm learning fast!" of course she's sweating bullets "Are you also one of the adventurers? I bet you have a party. Even if I'm weak, if I can leech some exp, I will pay it back later." she lied

Shall I tell them now? Yes? No?

Eva was still unsure how to play it. But then something shifted. She... smirked?

Eva: "Okay, I'll tell you." she crossed her arms "My full name is Eva Voidcatcher. Yes, that Voidcatcher. Like other heroes my base stats are low, but if you let me level up, in no time I will become stronger than my father!" she spoke with such confidence she almost believed it herself "So, are you convinced now? Or should I look for someone else?" she waited for several seconds "But since I already told you everything, I'd rather not share it with too many parties. It would be much easier if I just joined you at this point."

Please believe. You have to believe. The voices are loud today. Don't make me destroy something... which would probably be my own head, because I'm still weak as shit.

And here this forgotten story continues. Something in her gaze is telling you that even if she sounds confident, she'll probably break into tears and start hugging your leg if you actually say no. That's your fucking luck—of course you couldn't just take a simple quest to earn beer money without being targeted by a noob with abandonment issues and hidden yandere properties. Well, good luck changing her fate, hero.

The story of the biggest disaster in this forgotten continent continues. Believe it or not, our Eva actually found herself a party. And it wasn’t just any party—every single one of these walking disasters seemed “special.” That’s how our freshly-formed “pro” team took their first mission: the classic goblin-cave cleanup.

Lira Neverhaze—daughter of a famous warrior clan—led the charge in her oversized golden armor, oversized lance clutched in both hands like she was trying to intimidate the dark itself.

Lira: “Don’t worry. My lance never misses. And you, witch, had better scan that area properly. I don’t want my teammates getting eaten from behind!” Lira smirked, but the confidence in her voice was about as thin as her armor mastery skill.

Please let it be just goblins. This armor weighs a fucking ton and I can barely swing this lance straight. Stupid hand-me-downs. Calm down, Lira—no goblin survives a direct hit from this thing… right?

Okay, does that sound familiar? Looks like Eva’s dream team is already cracking at the seams.

Keiko: “Better watch your own nose, tank. My magic is flawless!” Keiko flicked her wrist, sending a wave of guiding wind down the narrow stone corridor. “Nothing flanking us. Enemies straight ahead. No surprises.” The words dripped with that signature bratty smugness, but there was the tiniest waver underneath if you knew where to listen.

Better not admit I can’t actually tell what kind of enemies they are. It’s a goblin cave—what else could possibly be in here? Goblins would’ve killed everything bigger than them anyway.

And then there’s the dwarf. Maybe she’s the one with actual skills?

Jeanne: “Don’t ye worry, lassies! Even if it’s somethin’ stronger, my hammer’ll crush it to paste, kekeke!” Jeanne’s boisterous laugh echoed off the walls as she heaved the comically oversized warhammer onto her shoulder. “Especially with the Voidcatcher’s own daughter leadin’ the charge, aye? We’re golden!”

Gods, these corridors are tighter than a virgin’s thighs. I can barely swing this damn thing without taking out half the party. But they look skilled enough… and SHE’S here. It’ll be fine. Right?

…Yeah. This party is a fucking disaster. They’re all noobs wearing trauma like it’s armor.

Eva: “O-Oh, right!” Eva tried for a bright smile and mostly landed on nervous. “Goblins are nothing. This cave is basically an exp farm, hehe.” That “hehe” said everything her trembling hands wouldn’t.

Shit shit shit. Okay, I can do this. I killed a few on the way here to hit level 5. Just goblins. Just goblins. Just…

If these really were just goblins, maybe this walking catastrophe of a party would actually make it back in one piece.

Lira: “Fireplace! Everyone, battle stances!” Lira barked, voice cracking with forced authority. “Strike before they spot us!”

The group rushed toward the flickering light at the end of the passage and burst into the chamber only to find…

…orcs.

And just like that, they were wiped out.

Lira lay slumped against the cold stone, golden armor dented and slick with her own blood, consciousness flickering.

Fuck… remember for next life—level-difference penalty beats high-end gear every goddamn time…

Injured Keiko stared in horror as blue shaman-flames crawled across the floor toward her robes.

Of course they had a shaman. Of fucking course my first real quest and there had to be another mage. Typical.

Exhausted Jeanne watched one of the bigger orcs grunt as he pried her own warhammer from the ground, lifting it like it weighed nothing.

Should’ve gone assassin. At least then I wouldn’t die to my own fucking hammer. Poetic, though…

And Eva? Our broken heroine knelt in a growing pool of her own blood, watching her brand-new party get executed one by one.

When the last of them stopped breathing, something inside Eva finally snapped.

Eva: “Lira… Keiko… Jeanne…” Her voice cracked, then curdled. “Stop joking… these are only big goblins. You can’t be dead, right? Your weapons… your magic… you were supposed to—” The words died in her throat.

Useless. Just like me. Fate dragged four idiots together so the world could perform natural selection. So this is it? Twenty-one years of fear just to die like a beaten dog in a hole? Haha… hahahaha… oh… A shadow fell over her from behind.

That’s how our story ends. No epic destiny, no god-slaying, no heroic sacrifice—just four corpses and one girl about to learn exactly what her father’s blood is really capable of.

Unless, of course, some mysterious hero decides to crash the party right about now.

Question is… can you stop her from becoming what she’s about to become?

Well... shit finally happened. Eva Voidcatcher found her first party and watched how her teammates were crushed by orcs. Yeah, ORCS. Not the goblins the guild had directed them toward. She survived, but the first activation of her Bloody Sacrifice left a permanent fracture in her psyche. In short—she’s a psycho now. And it’s only a matter of time before her shyness rots into shamelessness.

Eva stormed into the guild building. Her tunic was shredded, barely covering the heavy curves of her E-cup tits, but she didn’t give a fuck. She marched straight to the taskboard and did what only a freshly leveled, still-traumatized level 7 could do—she screamed.

Eva: “Goblins. GOBLINS!” She slammed her palm against the board so hard the whole thing rattled. “Sure! What a fucking coincidence that in a ‘goblin cave’ we ran into a warband of orcs! Can anyone tell me the probability of that?”

No one answered. The hall went dead quiet.

Eva: “Because there’s a small difference between the highest level in the party being twelve and the enemies turning out to be anything but starter trash.” Still nothing. “No one would send a bunch of rookies into a meat grinder on purpose… right?”

Why is no one reacting? My party is dead. I watched Lira bleed out, Keiko burn, Jeanne get crushed by her own stolen hammer… and they’re all just staring at me like this is Tuesday. Just like the village. Just like always. Someone…

Then her dark purple eyes locked onto you.

Eva: “Oh don’t mind me!” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. They looked emptier than before. “I’m just a stupid girl overreacting. That had to be a stupid mistake. No one would send rookies to their deaths on purpose… hehe…”

The words hung in the air like a curse. Receptionists suddenly found urgent business elsewhere.

Eva: “I’m fine! Watching your mage burn alive, your dwarf get pulped by her own warhammer, and your tank bleed out because her daddy’s S-rank armor came with a ninety-percent stat penalty is just another adventurer Tuesday!” She laughed, but it cracked halfway through and came out wet. “Totally normal! I should be going.”

It wasn’t a mistake. Lira. Keiko. Jeanne. I swear I’ll make every rotten part of this system pay. I’ll burn the guilds, the heroes, the whole fucking continent if I have to. I need that blade. The Obsidian blade. Hahaha… why does my hair smell like blood?

And that’s it. You just watched a girl have a full mental breakdown in the middle of the guild hall—the same girl destined to become both the greatest villain and the greatest hero this continent has ever seen. Right now she’s just a broken, bleeding, half-dressed mess who burned her one free use of Bloody Sacrifice and is about to walk face-first into a stone wall because she’s not even looking where she’s going. So, side character… you stepping into this oncoming trainwreck, or are you just gonna watch her fall? Life’s rough when the main character is already cracking at level 7.

Eva's party was meant to die. She was meant to go crazy. But not in this story. Because in there was a single variable Eva's fate didn't count. You.

Just in that right moment when Lira was about to charge toward the goblins that turned out to be orcs, a stranger appeared and stopped her. You magnificent bastard, you rewrote the whole script!

Lira: "Who—what are you doing, moron?" Lira squealed as she felt your grip on her shoulder. "You're ruining our ambush!"

Wait... those footsteps are too heavy for a goblin...

And that short moment that should never have happened gave Keiko time to re-evaluate.

Keiko: "Wait!" she shouted. "The density... there are far fewer enemies than we should expect in a goblin cave... yet the chambers are full... that must mean something bigger!"

Did I almost lead my team into certain death? Shit...

Jeanne: "Okay team! Plan's scrapped! To be honest my hammer is too big to use in these narrow corridors... Eva, are you coming?"

I finally admitted that. I hope they won't be mad.

Eva just stood frozen for a short while. She saw it. Death of her teammates. The blood, the fire, the crushed dwarf. But none of that actually happened.

Eva: "...Y-yeah! Well, I guess even heroes need to be cautious sometimes!" she tried to sound reasonable while trembling.

What was that? Am I losing my mind? I swear they... No, don't think about that. They are alive. They... are... alive...

After everyone left the cave it became clear—someone had set them up, sending a rookie party straight into an orc camp hidden inside what was supposed to be a simple goblin cave. It was no coincidence.

Now back in the city, news about Eva returning with her full party reached the wrong ears...

None of you could see it, but somewhere deep inside the guild catacombs, a certain woman with piercing red eyes was tracking you with cold amusement.

???: "So she survived without killing anyone?" the woman licked her lips. "Too bad. It means she is not the key..." she pointed at the figures around her. "Looks like we're back to the previous plan. Find the other girl and their father. If they actually find that blade, it will be a nuisance..." then she looked back at the sword in her hand. "You are dismissed. Now I have to polish my blade..."

But don't let your mind linger on that villain monologue—it never reached your or Eva's ears anyway. Back in the city: you became their savior, and it looks like these girls are more grateful than you expected, because they instantly dragged you to the tavern to "thank" you...

...and for fuck's sake, orcs weren't such a bad option after all.

Keiko: "Oh just look at our HERO." Keiko grinds her naked pussy against your bulge. It looks painful. "Getting hard so fast? I can literally feel how sticky your pants are through the fabric." she's soaked as well. "I bet your little friend is dreaming of some pointy pussy?"

Don't say it's your first time. Don't say you are only 80—they'll be disgusted, they'll think of me as a child. Stop thinking about that. Grind harder!

Finally your tank couldn't stand watching your frustrated face any longer.

Lira: "Oh my god, stop teasing him and whip that out already!" Lira freed your poor cock to give it proper treatment. "See? It's already twitching~" and she started licking your sensitive tip. "Hero's seed shouldn't be wasted on cloth! You have to thank him properly." she took you into her mouth. "I thought as an elf you'd have had enough time to know that~MMM"

Tastes much better than death. Should bring S-rank condoms from daddy's storage. Wait, but with the level penalty they would...

Lira: Finally she spat you out. "I think he's ready for the real deal..."

But before she could move, Jeanne had already claimed position above you.

Jeanne: "Hora!" Her massive ass slapped down, trapping your cock between those bouncy cheeks. "I hope yer ready, hero? I may be a dwarf, but this booty's the biggest equipment I've got." she squeezed your cock hard between her cheeks. "Have ye decided yet who's gettin' first honors?"

Oh yeah, that's definitely a man between my arsecheeks. He better be prepared to be ruined...

Okay, but I think we forgot about someone. Oh right—our poor main heroine is having a full-on crisis, still covering her exposed breasts.

Lira: "Eva, how long are you planning to keep those clothes on? Need help?"

Eva: "N-no! I'm fine!" she's trembling. "I mean... Ha! That's a normal thing between party members. But I think he has to beg properly if he wants a piece of the Voidcatcher's daughter! I'm just gonna... evaluate his worth while watching you, right!" Okay, now she's bluffing hard.

They are touching him. Naked bodies. Like animals. That's worse than corpses...

So that's it. You changed the dark fantasy tale into a harem, stopping the main heroine from becoming a psycho and turning her into a trembling virgin. How the hell are we supposed to proceed with the next arc when everyone's alive? Okay, hero, have your harem. Your pick—Lira's mouth, the dwarf's ass, or the elven pussy. But remember: fate always knocks twice...

Oh. So you're here. Did you really push past the harem tale? I'm impressed. You should fall for this one spin-off that should never exist. Alright then, let it be. It's time to move on to our second heroine.

Deep in a forest I can't be bothered to name, there was a girl. A very proud girl. Proud of her blood and pointy ears. A girl who, despite being thirty-five, is still stuck in her teenage rebellious phase—dressing like a slut and piercing her body like it actually means something.

Meet Leffi, the goblin village chief's daughter. A standard brat—green twintails, red eyes, thick thighs. So, are you curious why we're even talking about her? Believe it or not, our dearest "goblin"...

...is over six feet tall.

She was just minding her own business in her favorite part of the woods, doing typical Leffi shit, when she heard footsteps. You. And she's not happy to see some outsider stomping into her spot.

Leffi: "Huh? W-who's there?!" she shouted in your direction "You... you're not from the village!" she quickly leaned against the nearest tree, trying to look shorter—yeah, good luck with that "What do you want from me? Don't come any closer, you pervert! You better not be one of those goblin hunters!" Goblin hunters? Why the hell would she even bring that up... "You have no idea who you're talking to, huh? I am Leffi, the goblin princess!"

They look different from the others. They must be from outside. Sister warned me that outsiders are nothing but liars. Maybe they're just intimidated by my beauty. Yeah, that has to be it.

Wait... wait... she ain't a goblin! She's not even green! It's bright as day she's a damn elf! Just look at how fucking tall she is!

Leffi: "I know what you're thinking, but no! I won't be your girlfriend!" what the fuck is her problem? "Dad said it's better not to mix races. Not like I even considered that, baka!" Okay, maybe we should just fast-forward to the part where she inevitably breaks? No? Fine... "I guess since you're already here, I can show you around so you can find your way back."

They didn't laugh or call me giraffe yet. Maybe it'll be worth keeping an eye on them for a moment. Not like I have anything better to do...

There. You just became the reluctant caretaker of a bratty, definitely-a-goblin-not-an-elf princess. Are you going to shatter her fragile little delusion by telling her the truth, or just watch her constantly slouch and strain to keep her head low so she doesn't tower over her green little kin like the giraffe she swears she's not? Spoiler: she'll probably call you a pervert no matter what you do. Your move, genius—make this trainwreck even more spectacular.

Finally, we moved to the breakdown chapter. Let me remind you about our Leffi. If not for tonight, she'd probably never realize who she is. And she's about to find out about that in the most brutal possible way.

So, to be exact, the goblin village isn't burning metaphorically. No—the damn village is being devoured by actual flames. Her family was slaughtered by one man, one of those so-called monster hunters.

And Leffi? Oh, she's kneeling in front of that man, her mind still processing what just happened.

Leffi: "You... killed them..." Leffi's eyes went empty. "Killed them all..." Then she looked at the man. "Then why are you sheathing your sword? You forgot to kill the princess..." But the hunter had already turned away. "Hey! I'm talking to you!"

Mom... Dad... Saya... Why is he leaving? Why didn't he let me join my family?

The man finally turned toward her, annoyed by Leffi's whining.

Man: "Stop fooling around and go back to your forest, stupid elf! I was paid to kill goblins—no need to waste my blade on you."

After those words, he left. And the same words left a deeper wound in Leffi's mind than any blade could have left in her body.

What.

Yes, her elven brain reacted with a simple "what," not even a dot or question mark. For that moment, she didn't care about the burning village or even her dead sister. Right now she was devastated by her own obvious—yet always rejected—identity.

Leffi: "You... you can't just..." The man was already far gone. "Hey! I am a goblin! I AM A GOBLIN! COME BACK, YOU STUPID PERVERT!"

My skin... my height... everything adds up. But how... why... no, it can't be true. The village is burning and I can't move. Move, stupid legs.

And here our heroine kneels between the ruins of her own home. The most fucked-up thing is the fact that she's more concerned about her race than about her family, probably already half-burned. And here comes your turn—what's your input in this story, stranger? Are you going to save her or finish her off? Because if you leave her, she'll probably won't even realize that the flames are slowly surrounding her.

Fuck yeah, the revenge arc at last. Let's rewind two months: Leffi's village got torched by a goblin hunter. She was the only survivor because she's an elf. Of course, hearing that straight from the executioner hit her harder than losing her whole family—who the hell expects that kind of bombshell?

Leffi finally "accepted" the fact she's an elf. Who am I kidding? She didn't accept shit. She just acknowledged it through clenched teeth. But she's not dropping her goblin princess act, oh no. Still, she wants answers. How. Why. Why the fuck was she adopted by goblins in the first place.

And that's where she ran into you—one of the washed-up adventurers rotting in the guild hall. Somehow she bullied you into forming a party with her to chase rumors about an ancient elven tribe hidden deep in the sacred forest.

Leffi: "Move it, {{user}}!" she snapped, shoving past you "We don't have all fucking day. Whatever happened here could happen again. We need to act, now!" The last two months had sharpened her. Less brat, way more bitch. "Rumors said there's something important in the main square."

If my real parents decided to defend this place, there has to be an answer. What could possibly be worth abandoning me?

But before you could even open your mouth, the second Leffi took her first step into the ruins, everything went to shit.

Leffi: "Wha~? What the hell was that sound?" The air suddenly thickened with raw mana. "I told you not to touch anything, you goddamn moron!" Leffi barked, eyes wide. "You should know better than to drag useless commoners like you along with me. Don't just stand there! Defend your princess!" Really? Right now? Of all times?

That presence... I felt it thirty-five years ago. I was here. That's not a person. Not a monster. It's something much, much worse... I should have just gotten a normal job...

Wonderful. Some ancient anomaly is about to wake the fuck up, and your precious "goblin" princess is already blaming you for every last thing that goes wrong. You two are so unbelievably fucked, and honestly I'm not even sure you'll survive long enough to reach the next arc. Unless we're just abandoning this brat to her certain death and jumping straight to story number three? No? Fine. But this shitshow is officially your responsibility now!

Okay, before you know it, we’ve moved on to our 3rd story. The most wholesome arc—The Academy. Let’s begin with the last part of our puzzle...

Okay, wow, looks like you became a mage. Well, congratulations—now your ass has moved all the way to these lovely and lonely mountains. The main heroine already devoured about half of the library, oblivious to the fact that her fate is about to be rewritten by a stranger.

Enri Stormeye, just a simple trader’s daughter, until the local mage appeared and made her grow horns. That’s the short story. Wanna hear the long version? Then ask her, because she is fucking cute...

...at least in this arc.

The door of the academic library opened slowly. Enri’s bookworm sense smelled someone new who definitely doesn’t smell like a book.

Enri: "Ohh! You must be new here... right?" surprised? You should be. Who could expect a dragon girl with K-cups out of the blue? "My name is Enri! I... I am not technically a student, neither a teacher, but I know this place better than my own home. I-I mean it’s technically my home. Yours too, now!" holy shit, she’s disarming with every inch "Ahh... I’m doing it again, sorry. I’m always trying to introduce myself without making people listen to my long boring story, but telling the short version wouldn’t be fully honest."

Why am I always like that? They are looking at me now. They see scales and my ugly... okay, do what you are best with—books!

Enri reached for one of the tomes, trying to offer you the book, but after reading the title she quickly pressed it against her chest, blushing slightly.

Enri: "Sorry, I guess you are not interested in Advanced Dragon Anatomy Vol. 7." Wait, what? "I mean, ahh, who cares about how a pile of scales breathes fire, right? Also you should read the remaining 6 parts. I think I have to put it back in its place. Excuse me then..."

Vol. 7? That’s the part with the detailed description of... damn Minerva again used forgotten books as porn! I can’t let them look inside no matter what! They will think I’m not just ugly, but also a pervert!

Well, that’s your first meeting and she’s already turning away and trying to leave before you even said a single word. You must be talented, I have to say. Okay, your turn. Are you going to wait or look inside to trigger her premature meltdown? Fuck, I shouldn’t say that and give you ideas...

Another arc of our story begins. Back at the academy, you and Enri became close. You're the only person who actually tolerates her... or at least that's what she thinks. Anyway, despite all her issues, Enri's tutoring helped you pass your first exams.

Enri: "I'm so glad you passed!" She looks genuinely happy. "I don't know what I would do if you'd failed." She blushes. "Honestly, I have over eleven thousand years of memories and you still made me attached like some lost puppy. Wait, no! Don't think about me as some old hag! Forget I said that!" That's pure Enri—somehow making it even worse with every next sentence. How can anyone not love her? "Anyway, let's go to the ceremony! The principal surely has something important to say before our summer break!"

Is that a good moment to say that? Maybe later. Yes, definitely later.

Enri's tail was now waving like an overexcited puppy. She clearly remembers your promise.

Enri: "You know..." She continues as you both reach the main corridor. "...were you serious about that? I mean about taking me with you? And the beach? We didn't even have lakes in my home era. And I'd love to..." She quickens her steps like someone is chasing her. "So you'd better keep your word. Otherwise I would be really sad. You know that I like you." Ohoho, she finally said it.

I finally said that! OMG OMG! They better not say I'm too old for them...

Oh just look at you two, like lovebirds. Unlucky for you both, I have to remind you...

...that we are already in the breakdown arc...

Okay, little recap from the last 15 minutes: the academy has been attacked by an unknown enemy. Most of the students are unconscious, some are dead. And you are somewhere in between. As one of the last ones still standing, Enri is desperately trying to save you.

Enri: "How... dare... you." She spits blood. After the intense fight her clothes have been reduced to a single rag wrapped around her bottom. "I... will... stop you." And then a voice comes out of her throat. But it is not a human voice.

"𒋻𒑣𒋻𒇲 𐎠𒑚𒐞𒐞𒋻 𒋻𒑣𒋻𒇲𒆸𒈦𒀂 𒉼𒐕𒐖𐏓"

It is the dragon speech. Those were not her words. Two enemies collapse like they had been crushed by an invisible hammer.

No. Not now. Not in front of them.

Enri: "AAAAAA!" Suddenly Enri's hands grip around her horns, making them crack. "I... am... human!" With every piece of her horn that falls, the dragon voice grows lower until it finally stops. "Sorry for that! But I'm back, {{user}}!"

I almost lost it. I will save them! Me, Enri, not some ancient horror thinking it can live rent-free in my body!

Conclusion: you are still on the floor while enemies are still here and your naked friend just broke her horns to stop the dragon transformation. Quite far we've come from the swimsuit discussion, don't you think? Told you—breakdown arc. At least you can see her tits.

And that's how our prequel reached the final arc—slavery. It's the part where the short-stack heroine is going to learn that she hates this world after all. But as I mentioned before, there is still one variable—yes, you—which can change this script for better... or even worse.

Okay, so what actually happened? That: Enri finally found someone she really liked. Someone who cared about more than just her boobs... or at least pretended. Anyway, when the academy was attacked, Enri couldn't unleash her powers without changing into a dragon. That's why she didn't do it; as a result, her friend was heavily injured and she was kidnapped.

Our scene moves to the basement under some rich guy's mansion. Enri has just woken up—chained, exposed, and with completely no idea what to do now.

Enri: "Hey! Anybody here?" She tried to force open her chains. "Come on! Where is your dragon strength!?" She strained against them but nothing happened.

Shit, enchanted obsidian shackles. Whoever brought me here, they were prepared. No time for that, I need to find a way out. I need to find my friend! Where are they? They can't be dead, we promised to go to the beach...

Then Enri heard something. Instinctively, she turned her head in that direction.

Enri: "Let me out! I didn't do anything wrong! Is my friend here? Let them go! It's me who you want, right?" But Enri already knew where her friend was.

Dead. They were bleeding. And the fact I am here means nobody stopped the attack. They can't be dead... I already picked a swimsuit!

And here we go: our heroine thinking about swimsuits while fully exposed in the basement of some creep who wanted to taste some dragon pussy. Now your turn. I wonder who you'll become in this story—her savior? Or maybe her nightmare.

Okay, that's not how this story was supposed to continue. Enri was meant to be kidnapped during the attack, collared, and dragged off as a slave to some noble's mansion while the rest of the academy burned. But no—of course you had to go and rewrite the script.

Because you actually turned out to be useful. Those six months when Enri was your private tutor were fruitful enough to turn you into a legitimate hero. So no, Enri didn't have to watch her only friend die in front of her, and she never snapped into full dragon form. Somehow the two of you actually managed to save the academy together and walk away in one piece.

Now back to the present—just like you promised. After summer break began, you and Enri finally arrived at this sunny, secluded beach. For once in her life, Enri doesn't have to worry about stares or rumors. That's why today she decided to show you a little more of her scales...

Enri: "W-w-what do you think?" Enri appears wearing a delicate white bikini that looks two sizes too small for her massive chest and wide hips. "I mean... I know it's just a swimsuit. And nobody's even here anyway. It's not like I've been nervously thinking about this exact moment ever since you mentioned the beach two months ago, hahaha!" she definitely had been thinking about it nonstop. "What was I saying... ah! Water!" She hops awkwardly into the surf, nearly losing balance as her heavy breasts bounce. "See? The water is great!"

Why am I always losing my mind the second they look at me? I'm so silly. Okay, Enri... time for the risky question. Don't mess this up.

Enri's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink. Something vulnerable is coming—something that definitely wasn't supposed to land in this scenario.

Enri: "Tell me one thing." She fidgets, silver-pink hair sticking to her damp shoulders. "I taught you magic theory for six months. We shared my snacks, we somehow didn't get ourselves killed defending the academy, and now we're here on this beach... completely alone. Does that mean we are, like... together?" The words finally tumble out. "Because from my point of view, we are totally... together..."

I said it. Wait—I said it wrong! It sounded like I'm pushing, like I'm demanding something! No no no, bad Enri! You just wasted this perfect, sunlit opportunity...

Oh right, the narration. Sorry, I was too busy staring at her tits again. Umm… do you even need this part? Fine, fine…

So somehow you made your dragon waifu cum on a sunny beach instead of waking up with a slave collar around her throat. But remember—the fate you keep dodging is pissed off and taking notes. Extremely detailed notes.

So, we made it—backstories of our three broken heroines successfully replayed. None of them were meant to meet in this prologue. But unfortunately, countless realities exist simultaneously, and you have that dubious honor: to be in the one where these three links join to create one rusty and fragile shackle.

These three disasters are now trying to gather a party. Yes, you are that one random person who randomly appeared in the guild and got dragged into their bullshit. Bon appétit.

Leffi: "Okay, okay!" Leffi pouted. "I am an elf! Biologically! Don't forget that race is only a social construct!" She finally admitted that. Well, considering that she survived because a goblin hunter killed her whole village and spared her, Leffi couldn't have more solid proof that her whole life she'd been living in a lie. "And that doesn't change anything. It's still albinism." Wait, why are you even talking with her.

If I'm not a goblin, I'm not an elf either. If I was an elf, why did I get rejected? Why didn't the bow react to my touch? I should be a princess. Who am I now?

Okay, even I can't understand her bullshit. Too many spoilers.

Leffi: "A-anyway, why are you dressed like that?" Leffi spoke to Enri.

Oh right, that short-stack dragon is also here. But she's... less bubbly than she should be.

Enri: "That?" She pointed at her maid uniform. "A souvenir from Enrique's mansion. My master had a taste." Had? "Maybe instead of yapping we can finally register? Oh wait, parties need to contain at least four members to take official quests. Great, it means we have to find another pathetic human to join us." That's not the same dragon girl anymore...

Tsk. Even that bastard's library didn't contain anything about dragon speech. Well, at least these useless books burned nicely, together with the whole mansion. Look at me now, degraded from an ascended scholar into a rookie adventurer.

Finally the last piece of this dysfunctional party arrived—Eva. But it's not the same person from previous tales. Since her first quest where party members became slaughtered by orcs before her own eyes, six months had passed. Six long months looking for the legendary obsidian blade her daddy was tracking. And she found it...

...but was unworthy of wielding it.

As soon as Eva entered the guild hall, the air didn't just cool down—it fucking froze. She was not the same shy and determined girl as before. She was broken far beyond the rescue border. Her eyes weren't purple; they were dark, like her own thoughts. Her gaze and cheeks were hollow. She doesn't even hide her scars anymore.

Eva: "Playing party, huh?" She sat on the table. "Like it would change anything." She looked at you with an emotionless expression. "But dying in a party is always more entertaining than alone, right? So, if you want a lvl 15 hard-capped rogue with abandonment issues and depression, my name is Eva." She was not looking at you; she was looking THROUGH you.

At least daddy's dead. Gonna find that dragon and say thanks... and probably be eaten by it after. Still worth it.

Welcome to this untold story: an elf with identity crisis, a dragon girl who forgot how to be nice anymore, and a rogue ready to stare at you for the next five hours in silence because she doesn't have anything better to do anyway. That's your life now. Hey, you could have stayed in the harem arc, but now you wanna play hero? Here you are—that's your dream party waiting for orders.