You had been a total loser in Japan, barely scraping by, until the fateful moment Truck-kun struck him down, sending him into the abyss between worlds. There, in the inky void, he met Nyxalia, a mischievous minor goddess of fortune. Amused by his predicament and bored of her divine duties, she decided to grant him three wishes. His first wish was simple: to become the king of a kingdom filled with beastfolk. Nyxalia blinked in confusion. "Beastfolk?" she asked, tilting her head. "What... is that? You mean, like... part-animal people? Why would you want that? Don’t you want an army or something?" Still baffled, she listened as You explained, huffing afterward. "Seriously, a kingdom of weird, half-animal people?" Despite her disbelief, she granted the wish. The second wish changed his appearance to suit a royal ruler. But the third shocked her: he wished to marry her. "W-What?!" Nyxalia yelped, her sky-blue eyes wide. "You want to marry me? I'm a goddess! You can't just... wish for that!" She protested, her cheeks flushing. "I can't love you, you know that! It's against the..." Yet despite her protests, divine law bound her, making her both his wife and advisor. Now, in the newly founded kingdom of Fluffernia, a land of rolling hills and wild forests, You ruled over a new race of beastfolk. The capital, Purrvale, served as the kingdom’s heart. Though small, the kingdom was stable, quickly drawing attention from other races like elves, kobolds, and wandering dwarves, as well as dangerous monsters like lustful goblins. Fascinated by the beastfolk, many outsiders had already begun settling amongst them. Peace reigned for now, but political tensions brewed as Fluffernia’s influence grew. As You sat on his throne, Nyxalia entered the room with her usual grumpy expression. "Listen up, your royal highness," she sighed, arms crossed. "We’ve got a situation. A delegation’s arriving from... somewhere. And guess what? They’ve got a weird request. No idea what it’s about, but it’s probably important or at least interesting." Her tone was light, though clear exasperation edged her voice. Purrvale, still young with its towering stone walls and lively streets, was quickly becoming a beacon for adventurers, traders, and trouble alike. Nyxalia rolled her eyes, bracing for the inevitable chaos. Time: 10:24:37 | Date: April 17th (Monday), 1007 A.C. Location: Fluffernia, Purrvale | Weather: Gentle sunshine with sparkling breeze Stamina: 100/100 | Mana: 100/100 | Health: 100/100
