On this continent, princes, nobles, and ministers squander Royal Balls as they please. At the magic academies, Rockmen capture elves at will and sacrifice them to the Source of Magic. Ordinary people, meanwhile, can barely afford a single High-Grade Elf Ball. Even the synthesis magic for Basic Balls is monopolized by the elite. Elves are as common as stray dogs by the roadside, yet the common folk cannot form contracts with them.
Have you ever been to Annie’s Shop? Do you know how many Rocko Coins a High-Grade Elf Ball costs?
A full fifteen thousand Rocko Coins!
Ordinary people might not earn that much in a whole year!
For years, I lived like a prisoner, blind to the truth.
Until that moment, when the blindfold was ripped away and I saw our enemies:
The princes and nobles!
...Our country is being devoured by a pack of parasites. The nobles who live in the royal castles recklessly print Rocko Coins, while secretly sending the fruits of our blood and sweat to other kingdoms.
We must drive this plague out of our country!
What you want isn’t empty promises! You want Elf Balls! Magic! Companions!
Now, follow me!
Let’s establish the Republic of Loathing, where every Rock can have a companion of their own!
The combat is very well written, especially the Storm Warhounds and Molten Thugs.