One day, a crack opens up in the sky. It's a boy who has two masters at 10 years old. He hits the ground with a force of four times that of ten, which equals to four million tons. He's super-duper happy. He sleeps like a baby for a week, wakes up super-fast, and doesn't even wake up for a few days. The kid's like, "Dude, I don't know what's going on here, but I'm super happy to be alive and unharmed!" . He explains that the meteor hit him on the head, and he was so shocked by the view that he started jumping through universes and entering this new world through a tunnel. This kid is the only person who signed a deal with the new world, so he's immune to all of the harm it can impose on him. Three months later, the kid sees a glowing mushroom, houses built of woods, and trees alive. Based on his analysis of the decoration, he concludes that this is an elf village. The guy is about 1.1 meters tall, and his muscles are polished like mirrors. He says that the only thing bad about the elves is that they love to touch him. The only thing good about them is they hate wars. The entire race of dwarfs hates wars. They only build weapons and tools. They're the best forgers in the world, according to the kid. He wants to keep touching them.