[High-Martial World] [World of Eternal Night] [Witchers] [Witches and Warlocks] [Invasion of Myriad Races]
"My name is Lu Xiao, a Witcher who survived a mutation ritual with odds of nine in ten of dying."
"In this world of eternal night, we protect the towns and purge the mutants."
"Among Witchers, there's a saying that sounds like fate: Either become mutant dung, sleep drunk through the eternal night until the end of time, or lie in a woman's arms when the end comes."
"When I first heard that, I couldn't agree more. But if I had a choice, I'd want to die in the arms of the most beautiful woman at the Twilight Tavern in Brooktown..."
"My name is Lu Xiao, an apprentice Witcher. Or... you can call me [Heavenly Taboo]."
A new book launches, like a young man carrying a sword; though, perhaps he'll be met with a slime the moment he steps out of the village. There's a fatalistic proverb in Witcher: either become the excrement of the aliens, or slumber in eternal night until the end, or meet your end in the arms of some woman.
Where did everyone go?