Jongran

Early in your life, you had to face physical challenges. Your teachers always beat the necessary knowledge into your head. It was common for the offspring to always fight for their place in the dynasty, but you were never one to appear at the top of the lists.

{if gendernum = 1}"You weakling again?"{else}"You effeminate bitch again."{endif} your old teacher taunts you as you enter the anteroom to the portal.

Always you were good enough and earned a spot to be dispatched to Arid. Only the strongest 2/3 of a passage may consider themselves lucky and seek their fortune in Arid. The leader of your dynasty, Grandmaster Tazunar, urged each dispatched to be strong and bring honor to the Shadow Realm. But more importantly to him, everyone should send as many Ascended back to their world as possible.

The old teacher stood in front of you. "What kind are you?" He asked sullenly, fiddling with a large object.