A New Life In Another World: Volume 2

Prologue

It was a very cold winter, especially in the mountain range of Roffstead Peak. This mountain was located between the Helsing Empire and the Dwarven Kingdom, located north of the Thurmore Kingdom.

The northern territory is known for its cold weather. The wind was howling, blowing in all direction and the temperature was far below zero. The snow was piling up and the majority of the animals and even monsters were currently hibernating.

Usually, during this time of year, going near Roffstead Peak was suicidal without preparations. Food supply, extra clothes, and a couple of other necessities were needed to survive on that mountain.

However, that's what makes it the perfect place for a hideout. Almost at the very peak of Roffstead Peak was a man-made cave leading into a secret base in the mountain.

The base was carved twenty to thirty meters inside the mountain. The base itself was about five thousand square feet.

There were five rooms for five people and a living room. In each room, there was a certain aura about them, which makes them very distinct from one another.

One room was a little pretty with navy blue walls, a flashy bed with fluffy blankets and pillows. The carpet was made of soft velvet fur that would feel comfortable to place your bare feet on.

The other room was not a place for your average person. The reason why is that it was covered in traps. Snares, spikes, and even poison darts were all over the room, waiting for the unlikely victim to trigger them.

The room next to that had literally nothing in it as if it was abandoned. No bed, no chair, no fluffy carpets, or dangerous traps. Although it wasn't strange like the other rooms, it was still pretty weird for someone to just have a room with nothing in it.

The room next to that one had a creepy looking chest that seemed to be alive, a floor that also seemed to be moving slightly as if it was alive, and the same thing goes for the wall. Everything there was unmistakably alive.

The last room was one of the most normal ones out of the rest with its normal non-moving and non-pretty floor, a regular looking bed, and no traps in sight. There was, however, a wolf rug in front of the bed.

Only, it wasn't just any wolf rug. It was actually a Lycan Rug from an actual werewolf.

And the person who owns that rug was also a Lycan as well. Though, unlike the owner, the Lycan rug was once a proud Lycan Knight until it met its fate.

Other than the five odd rooms, there was also the living room, where everyone currently was. The living room consisted of two tables with chairs, a couch, and a coffee table for the couch.

Two men were working on one table that was littered with paper documents all over the place. Some of the paper was even on the floor, but the two men were too busy with the papers in both their hands and on the table to worry about it.

The two men working on the table was a short humanoid monster in a suit, and the other was a normal-looking human.

The humanoid monster had a close resemblance to a goblin. Small body, pointy ears and no hair whatsoever.

But, what makes this short monster different from regular goblins is his skin. All goblin skins are green of any shade, but this particular monster had orange skin.

The reason why is because he's known as a Hobgoblin, an evolved form of regular goblins. To make matters more interesting, he's only half hobgoblin.

The other half is that of a human. This half-breed, as some people would call him, goes by the name Aarc.

And Aarc is also known for being one of the most notorious crime bosses in the entire world. He even earned a title called [The King of Crime] due to his countless achievements in any and all criminal activities from slave trade to weapons dealing.