[No System + Native-Born + Magnetic-Field Maniac]
Terraria, a magnificent planet teeming with arcane energy and sword aura, holiness and corruption.
This continent should have been home to countless epic adventures of swords and sorcery, if only the Old Ones hadn’t shattered its civilization.
Ever since they discovered the planet’s coordinates, Terraria had become a ranch where they raised souls as livestock.
This was the thousandth year since humanity reclaimed its world from the gods’ captivity.
It was the first prosperous millennium in the Demon Lord Arim’s long and stable reign, built on the blood of the gods.
The ancient, undying evil god was defeated by him on the dark side of the moon.
The Star God infecting the mantle was dragged out and torn apart by his own hands.
The Supreme Wizard who commanded countless forms of dark magic had his mind stolen by Arim’s curse.
Even the Gluttonous Calamity that devoured the universe willingly offered its power to arm his legions.
This tyrant who had risen against the gods had now replaced the very deities he once despised, ruling the entire star system in which he was born.
His methods remained as brutal as ever. Those who defied or rebelled against the empire could spring up anywhere across the land, but the sole reward they could expect was the slaughter of their entire clan.
On the last dusk of that year, the Sea Calamity Clan’s period of protection was about to expire, and they were set to become an insignificant sacrifice in the Demon Lord’s long reign.
Amid the imperial coins piled high inside a demon ship that had crashed into the Sulphurous Sea, a warrior of the Sea Calamity Clan unearthed the skull of a Dark God from a thousand years ago.
As he worried over his clan’s fate, a spark of vengeance against the tyrannical Demon Lord ignited in his young heart.
He did not yet know that the fate of both him and the Sea Calamity Clan had quietly changed.
The wheels of fate began to turn…
Hey, you look very pleasing to the eye
It's not good for your teeth