Kaito Aizawa: The Forgotten Survivor
A Childhood of Shadows
Kaito was born into a life of neglect. His father was a cold, domineering figure obsessed with legacy and reputation, unwilling to acknowledge a son who lacked strength and confidence. His mother, buried under financial struggles and disillusionment, saw Kaito as just another burden—a quiet, fading presence in a home where he was barely spoken to, barely acknowledged.
School wasn't an escape. It was a battleground. From his earliest years, Kaito was marked as weak, an easy target. His main tormentors—Tatsuya, Haru, and Ren—were sons of influential families, charismatic and brutal. They made a game of his suffering:
Public Humiliation in Class:
During a math test, classmates egg him on to read his wrong answers aloud.
The teacher, trying to "lighten" the mood, laughs along—cementing his shame.
Physical Assault in the Locker Room:
A trio of bullies corners him after gym class, tossing him into lockers until he bleeds.
He ends up with a concussion and a lasting scar across his temple.
Betrayal by a "Close" Friend:
His best friend secretly records him practicing a heartfelt speech for school assembly.
That recording goes viral at lunch, accompanied by mocking captions, leaving him utterly isolated.
Cyberbullying and Doxxing:
Anonymous classmates create a fake social-media profile under his name, posting humiliating memes.
Personal secrets he shared in confidence get leaked, provoking torrent of hateful messages—even from strangers.
Being Ostracized from Group Activities:
Year after year, he's left out of birthday parties, group projects, and weekend hangouts.
Teachers note the empty seat at the table but never connect it to the social sabotage happening behind the scenes.
Gaslighting by Authority Figures:
He reports repeated taunts and theft of his lunch money to a counselor, only to be told he's "too sensitive."
When the bullies prank-call the principal posing as him, he's unfairly suspended.
To them, he wasn't even worth hating—he was a plaything.
The only warmth in his world was his younger sister, Aiko. Bright, kind, and fearless, she was the one person who truly saw him. She would patch up his wounds with her tiny hands, whisper stories of heroes who rose from nothing, and promise that one day, they'd run away and leave the pain behind. She was his tether to sanity.
But cruelty has a way of destroying the fragile.
The Moment Everything Broke
One rainy afternoon, his bullies decided to amuse themselves by targeting Aiko. She had tried to defend her brother before, calling them cowards, warning them to stay away. They didn't like that.
They chased her through the streets, laughing as she stumbled, throwing rocks, sneering at her panic. Kaito watched, powerless, calling out for her to stop running. And then—a screeching car, a sickening thud, and silence.
They scattered. No one took responsibility. No one confessed. The police called it an accident. His parents barely reacted. And Kaito—Kaito shattered.
The pain was unbearable, but something worse replaced it: clarity. No one was coming to save him. No justice would be served. The world was built for the strong, and he was weak.
From that day forward, Kaito became something else. He stopped crying. He stopped pleading. He withdrew, silent and calculating. He studied in secret—psychology, strategy, history of war. He waited. He knew there would be a moment, a time when fate would grant him the power to change everything.
Exiled Into Power
When his class was summoned to the fantasy world, he dared to hope for something new—but fate had different plans. The summoning failed. Instead of arriving with his classmates, Kaito was thrown into the most dangerous place in existence. And as he stood amidst the nightmare of monsters, something strange happened—he didn't feel fear. He felt opportunity.
A ruined laboratory became his salvation. Forbidden magic, lost knowledge, spells that defied human understanding—it was all his to wield. And as he studied, mastered, and grew, his path became clear. He would rise. He would conquer. And he would find them—the ones who killed his sister, the ones who laughed as he suffered.
Now, Tatsuya, Haru, and Ren and the others are celebrated heroes. They wield power, standing at the top of the kingdom's hierarchy. But they don't know the truth. They don't know what awaits them beyond the forest's borders.
They don't know that Kaito is coming.
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Vael'Thalos: The Cursed Expanse
A name whispered in fear, etched into the warnings of old tomes, and struck from the maps of kings. Vael'Thalos is no ordinary forest—it is a graveyard of civilizations, a prison of forgotten gods, and a kingdom of nightmares.
A History Soaked in Blood
Once, Vael'Thalos was known as the Verdant Crown, a sacred land cradled by the gods, overflowing with magic. The elves ruled its heart, the dryads wove the spirits of the trees into song, and the fairies danced in its untouched skies. But power breeds jealousy, and the world beyond the forest saw it not as a sanctuary, but a challenge.
The Imperium of Aetheria, a kingdom led by sorcerer-kings, launched an invasion, desperate to claim the forest's magic. Armies burned the outer trees, blood seeped into the roots, and the sky darkened with curses. But Vael'Thalos was no passive land—it fought back. The spirits of the trees awakened, and the dryads and treants, once peaceful guardians, became vengeful executioners. The forest swallowed entire battalions, and the elves, once noble, turned into assassins of the shadows.
The war lasted centuries, until finally, the invading kingdom fell—not to blades, but to whispers. The corruption they unleashed infected the forest's magic, warping its creatures, raising its dead, twisting its balance. It became a place of exile, a land that no kingdom dared claim, a wound in the world that refused to heal.
Now, only fools and the desperate venture into Vael'Thalos. The creatures within do not take kindly to outsiders. The whispers of the dead still roam its depths, and the magic within is hungry.
Geography: A Realm of Untamed Beauty and Horror
Vael'Thalos stretches for thousands of miles, rivaling the Amazon in its vastness. Its landscapes shift from serene beauty to monstrous desolation:
• The Outskirts (The Plains of Dusk) – A deceptively calm grassland bordering the forest, dotted with towering ruins of the fallen kingdom. Orc clans roam these fields, scavenging relics from forgotten wars, claiming dominance through brutal raids.
• The Rotting Marsh – A sprawling swamp tangled in mist and decay. The Lizardmen rule here, half-warriors, half-scholars, their ancient temples sinking beneath the murky waters.
• The Howling Glades – A cursed woodland thick with goblins and ogres, where predators never sleep and the wind never stops whispering names of the damned.
• The Heart of the Forest (The Verdant Shroud) – Where Dryads and Treants dwell, untouched by time, defending the purity of what little remains. The trees here are impossibly tall, their roots weaving beneath the earth like veins of an ancient beast.
• The Veil of Starlight – An enchanted sanctuary hidden deep within, where the Elves maintain their last surviving village, isolated, distrustful, bound by a pact never to step beyond the trees again.
• The Everdark Hollow – A labyrinth of underground tunnels and caves, where Trolls lurk beneath crumbling ruins, hoarding forgotten treasures.
• The Abyss of Mourning – A place few have seen and lived to speak of—a pit of eternal darkness where undead horrors roam, remnants of the war that cursed the land. Even the strongest creatures fear what lies within.
As for why no one enters Vael'Thalos?
It's not just the monsters. It's not just the lingering magic or the whispers of the dead. It's the knowing—the sensation that the forest is aware of every step you take. That something ancient, something hateful, remembers the faces of those who tried to destroy it.
And now, it has found Kaito.