Before the sun even rose, the village bell was already ringing.

Though surrounded by mountains, the village was incredibly vast and well-developed.

Statues of Grox were scattered throughout the streets.

And here, no one could leave the village at will.

Once you enter, you can never leave.

Everything in the village moved according to one person's command.

Grox.

He calls himself the leader of this village, but in reality, he is a dictator who rules over everything.

Despite such a leader, the villagers praise him. Surprisingly, they were living happily.

Deep within the village sat Grox's castle. Its height was staggering. Yet, the inside of the castle was unexpectedly boisterous.

At the very top of that castle was Grox's throne. Leaning back in that massive throne, Grox rested his chin on one hand. Reports and documents from the village were piled up like a mountain around him, but he showed no particular interest in processing them.