Before the sun even rose, the village bells were 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 praised him. Surprisingly, they lived quite happily.

And deep within the village sat Grox's castle. Its height was immense. However, the inside of the castle was unexpectedly boisterous.

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