IIt was at that moment, the scenery changed once more, the 'Knights' and 'Priests' that surrounded me turned to nothingness. A force similar to the one that pulled me over to that supposed 'Royal Castle' once again transported me somewhere else. After focusing my eyes I saw that there was a creepy faceless man in a formal suit standing respectfully before me. The world around me seemed both dark and bright, just like the faceless man's clothing and even his physique.

"Who are you?" I asked curiously, it was the first time in eighty years something like this had happened to me, but I didn't feel panicked. If I'm already dead then there's no helping it.

I mean, look at me, I'm just an old man waiting for death to call. Even if the faceless man in front of me was dangerous, even if my soul is now a captive of some godly entity, there's no reason for me to worry about losing something now that I'm dead.

"'I am a God from another world' ...is what I wanted to say, but that explanation isn't quite right." The half black and half white faceless man answers in deep thought. I felt his 'gaze' sharpening moments before he glanced at the world around him. It was almost as if he too wasn't sure on how to put me ease in this situation.

"You probably have a lot of questions for me so I'll start my story from the beginning, but please be patient with me while I'm explaining." The faceless man was polite and direct with his words so I decided to say nothing. It wouldn't make sense for me to anger this supernatural entity anyway.

"In a world completely different than your own. Two types of ceremonies are conducted every hundred years. One is called the 'Hero Summoning' whilst the other is called the 'Totem Summoning'.

I know you've read similar tales in your youth whilst you were still in your own world. Tales of a Hero defeating a Demon King and saving the world. It may seem ridiculous to you, but the truth is that you were chosen, as a candidate to be summoned into this magical world. Just look." The faceless man gestured behind me. I turned my head to see that the light and dark world there going through change, it distorted into something unexpected.

What appeared before me was a lush world filled with forests and giant mountains. I looked down and saw old civilisations similar to the ones built in my own world. This world is definitely different from my own, because I can see two suns that were both big and small shining brightly in the sky. The faceless man didn't interrupt me as I fell into a trance observing the breathtaking world around me.

"It's a beautiful world." I praised wholeheartedly and looked back at the faceless man in deep thought. If he really is a God, why is he so respectful to me, a tool kidnapped to serve the humanity of this alternate world?

Not only that but there was a lot of inconsistencies in his words, how could he know my past? And even if he did, I can't understand how he could act so familiar with me despite his position of power. He didn't introduce himself and tried to show me the beauty of these foreign lands. Why is he going so far? I am now curious to find the answer.

"Please tell me more about this alternate world." I requested sincerely after seeing how magical the world was.

Dragons and Phoenixes lived in harmony on volcanic lands yet also seemed to have an amiable relationship with other mythological races and creatures. I couldn't help but be surprised after seeing that there seemed to be people with lightning tattoos who built temples and shrines that seemed to blend in with the varied ancient cultures of those around them.

This is an alternate universe alright. I may be unable to tell who those lightning tattooed people are but they seem to not be the same as the humans I saw when I first came to this world...

"Informing you about the difference in society and common sense of this mystical world probably wouldn't be able to help you adapt since those type of differences are things that can't be explained through a few mere words.

Instead I'll inform you of your current circumstances. The reason you're here in front of me is because you can no longer go back to your original world of Earth." The faceless man says with a serious tone. His gaze showed no signs of mischief or falsehood and deep within his tone of voice were emotions.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say." I say with furrowed brows. An inquisitive look was on my face as I wanted to know why I couldn't return.

"Let me clear up why these Druids and Fiends even bother to summon people from a different world through ceremonies. Only after that will you understand why you can't return." The faceless man sighed and waved his hand again. The world behind the man changed and seemed to illustrate a story as he continued his explanation.

"I'll try to keep this simple enough for you to understand. Basically, the world you saw was the creation made by the joint effort of two Gods, the Dark God and Light God. Both Gods created their own children based on their image. The Light God made the Druid Race whilst the Dark God made the Fiend Race.

Everything was peaceful at first, both races were respectful to each other and cared for each other's wellbeing. The Fiend Race offered their power to help the humans to build society whilst the Druid Race returned their kindness by imparting their wisdom. However, a change occurred after a long time had passed, the Dark God and Light God had a falling out due to the wars their children were starting over recourses.

The Dark God was angered by the Druid Races greed whilst the Light God was angered by the Fiend Races savagery. They fought, killing each other in the process, and left behind two Divine Swords that held traces of the Will they decreed before death.

The Divine Sword of Darkness held the decree to eradicate the Druid Race whilst the Divine Sword of Light held the decree to eradicate the Fiends. The Fiend Race tried to let their Emperors handle the Divine Sword of Darkness but found that none of them had the required strength to lift it. Those who attempted to forcibly do so all died with shattered souls which were sent to the Death God as punishment for their sins. The Druid Race had similar circumstances on their side but the solution their greatest Magician came up was shockingly to summon a foreigner from another world to wield their Divine Sword in their stead.

They used the magical energy within the Divine Sword of Light to summon a warrior from alternate world, but little did they know that their Magicians suggestion had been overheard by Fiend Race spies. This allowed them to duplicate the ceremony so that they can summon a wielder for the Divine Sword of their own. The summoning on each sides was a success, and a tradition was created from that day forth so that the will of their Divine Gods could be carried out completely.

The wielders were always summoned from your world called Earth, and every time they appeared in this chaotic world, the war between both races would intensify. The summoned wielders would be imparted strength by their Divine Sword's upon arrival to this world called Sphera, allowing them to become truly invincible warriors of the race they were summoned by. The only drawback of this power was the lack of freedom brought by the decree of the two stubborn Divine Swords.

Every hundred years, the summoned Hero and Demon King would lose their right to possess their Divine Swords because of the restrictions placed on them by the ones that handled their summoning. This was due to the fact that both races didn't want their Divine Swords wielders to weaken with age as the Divine Swords only gave one enhanced strength, not immortality. A wielder could hold the Divine Swords for a long time and even have their lifespan augmented by the swords yet both of them couldn't dispel age. This created a very long cycle of tradition...

This cycle repeated hundreds and thousands of times as countless eras passed... That is until the incident where you were summoned as both the wielder of the Divine Sword of Darkness and Divine Sword of Light took place." The faceless man stopped his words there and dissipated the realistic illustrations in front of him.

The faceless man in front of me gave me so much information that I couldn't digest it all at once. However, I was still able to instantly make some connections to what happened to me before I arrived here and the present situation I'm in thanks to his words.

It seems the people I met before weren't humans but mystical beings called Druids... Hmmm, that's strange because they looked too human in my opinion and didn't look anything like the tree huggers I heard Druids were in my past as a knowledgeable Otaku.

Well, it's probably nothing special. It might be that they looked identical to humans due to their similar history and culture. The illustrations the faceless man showed couldn't have been fake since the Divine Swords drawn were an exact replica of the ones I saw after being summoned. Not only that but the Gods who held the swords seemed to be the type who would fight to uphold their beliefs stubbornly.

One sword seemed like it was glimmering in light whilst the other sword was so dark that it seemed to devour light itself. What baffles me the most about what the faceless man said is that the two Gods actually fought for such childish reasons. I understand that the Druids created by the Light God may have been too similar to humans and thus incited war, but what is up with the actual Gods themselves getting caught up in a war caused by different ideals? Is it even possible for Gods that the faceless man illustrated with his world altering powers exist?

If they don't exist, then why would the faceless man lie to me? The care he shows towards me seems genuine yet this fact is what makes me more suspicious of him. I've never had friends who hadn't gone through life or death tribulations with me so I'm unable to comprehend his reasoning...

Perhaps I'm just imagining it and the faceless man is only being kind. You can't judge a supernatural entity like him with regular human logic, right?

My heart thumped wildly as I took in what he said, not knowing how to respond. My previously indifferent face became stern as I looked at the faceless man in front of me. The fact that I couldn't return was something that didn't really affect me much but what he implied in his story really put me on edge. He said that the Gods of this world died...! If so, then who is he?

I think I should pretend to not have thought of this question until he introduces himself. Who knows what could happen if the faceless man has a weird temperament that could be incensed by questions of this nature.

Meh... It could be that he forgot to introduce himself as well but that seems unlikely considering how the faceless man seems to be wiser than you'd expect. The fact that he has a lot of information regarding me doesn't make me feel any safer since that could mean he read through my thoughts...

Hmmm... Now that I think about it, he hasn't mentioned anything about sending me back to my homeland. Is he trying to hint that he can't send me back to Earth? I can't believe this to be the truth. I feel like he's just insulting my intelligence, how can an entity that could bend reality to his will not be able to send me back to my homeland?

Fine. Let's say he can't send me back for now. However, the problem still stands that the even I'm unable to comprehend how I was chosen twice out of the more than seven billion people of Earth in these two summonings. It just doesn't make any coherent or logical form of sense!