我，林霄，人生巅峰，就是能在这片群魔乱舞的混沌之地，勉强混口饭吃。光头小光脑， approaches delivered in a way that's perfectly aligned with these criteria. I'm not even kidding, I look like I wandered out of a medieval punishment scene and decided to join a battlefield for kicks. My weapon? A stick I found in the forest, because who in their right mind would pay me enough gold to buy a real one? And my skills? Me casting a spark whenever I get angry, because apparently, that's fancy enough.

But here's the kicker: the bigwigs, the ones with titles longer than my stick and power levels that make my spark look like a child's toy, suddenly decided I'm the next big thing. Big mistake, by the way. I'm still trying to figure out why everyone's so obsessed with me.

First, there's Lord Shadowfen. He's all mysterious and dangerous, with a voice that could make me shiver if I wasn't already too confused to feel fear. He keeps insisting on "personal grooming services" for me. Personal grooming! I'm like, buddy, I'm more comfortable with my stick than I am with your fluffy pet hamster.