[ WP ] All attempts to kill the demon lord have thus far failed . But in a small town , a random blacksmith accidentally forges the highest tier armor possible - plot armor . Hilarity ensues .

`` How much is that armor there?'' Askar, the not-so-great adventurer asked the pruned blacksmith. 
 `` Oh uh, that's not armor that was a bit of a mess up... I ca n't really sell it, it's no good.'' 
 `` Two gold coins then?'' 
 `` Uh, sure,'' The blacksmith nodded and looked at his new coins as the odd adventurer sauntered off. 
 
 Askar's entire goal since he was kicked out of his home was to be a famous adventurer, to hear tales of glory sung in his name, to be recognized as a hero across the land. Yet thus far all he managed to do was recover an old lady's cat, which fortunately led to two gold coins, which he then turned into some new- albeit odd looking- armor. Now he would be able to get past the gatekeeper and begin his quests. 
 
 The tall figure loomed overhead, far more oppressive than even the rough iron gate behind him, and boomed, `` Who would pass the city gates?'' 
 
 `` I'm Askar!'' 
 
 `` The world outside is a very dangerous place, you must best me in a duel to prove yourself capable.'' 
 
 `` Oh uh, alright then,'' Askar held up the only weapon he had- his hiking stick- as the gatekeeper rose a massive piece of steel that could very easily have weighed twice as much as Askar. `` Or um.. maybe I could reconsider.'' 
 
 But the challenge was issued. The gatekeeper swung, paying no heed to Askar's words. The impact of his sword resounded throughout the busy streets with a tremendous clang. A clang that signafied the gatekeeper had struck the ground- not Askar. The mountainous figure of the man struggled to free his sword from the gravel, and Askar managed to simply slip right past through the gate that had fortunately been left unlocked. The gatekeeper cried after him but Askar continued on his merry way smiling at his upturn in luck. 
 
 He followed the path with no real direction until he came upon a fork in the road with a man lying in the middle. He was bleeding and looked quite ready to die, which is why Askar was quite surprised when the man spoke, `` The demon king... laid the royal army to waste... so much death... the north is in ashes... run while you can...'' 
 
 And with that the old man died. How increadibly convienent that the man should live just long enough to deliver that message to Askar. He had heard rumors of the Demon king, and defeating the fellow seemed like quite the way to make a name for one's self. So with that though in mind, Askar took the path that led north, towards the demon king. 
 
 The path eventually led to a dark and ominous forest, where the very branches and trees seemed to be reaching out in anguish. It did n't deter or bother Askar in the slightest, he hiked right through whistling all the while. After a bit he felt as if he was n't alone amongst the trees, and so he stopped to look around. In the instant that he stopped an arrow struck the ground in between his feet. As he leaned over to inspect it another one flashed over his head. Looking around revealed no clear source of the projectiles so he shrugged and continued in his way- leaving a trail of arrows in his path as his assailants continued to miss. 
 
 Eventually the forest gave way to burnt fields of crops. Askar continued on his journey unfazed by the destruction. He pushed northward past an astounding array of adversaries: there was a hoard of goblins that mistook him as one of their own, a troll under a bridge that had forgotten its riddles, a witch that mistakenly cursed herself instead of Askar, and a massive talking serpent that was struck by lightning halfway through giving a speech about how it was the guardian of the demon king's castle. 
 
 Askar stepped over the snakes corpse and approached the towering red doors of the demon king's castle, they opened on their own accord. The entirety of the castle seemed to be almost a maze, Askar randomly wandered through the dark stone passageways and often times activated traps that he just barely avoided. It did n't take him long at all to reach a grand door lined with gold and gems of all sorts that seemed to glow in the darkness of the passageway. 
 
 He pushed his way through the doors and found himself in a large throne room with hundreds of torches lining the walls, and a horned, red-skinned, figure that would have made the gatekeeper look like an ant, that sat in a throne the size of a house. It's voice- no, it's roar- shook the entire chamber, `` WHO ARE YOU TO ENTER MY KEEP?'' 
 
 `` I'm Askar, I've come to defeat you so I can be famous.'' 
 
 The creature rose what could have been an eyebrow, `` I'm amazed a mere mortal could make it through my labyrinth, and completely unscathed as well. You must be a truely legendary warrior.'' 
 
 `` What? That was a labyrinth? It took like ten minutes to get here...'' 
 
 `` WHAT? There have been mortals who have spent months in there, gave their blood and dying breaths trying to get to me. I have heard grown men cry and plead for the chance to see the sun one last time before they perish. And yet you say it took you ten minutes?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, and all of those traps were kind of silly as well...'' 
 
 `` ENOUGH! I will destroy you here and now- you are no more than an annoyance,'' The creature rose from its throne, trailing an embroidered cloak behind it that would be large enough to clothe an entire village. Each step bounced Askar off the ground, but still he smiled. If getting to the Demon King was so easy then defeating him could n't be any harder. Askar held up a hand, `` Hold on! All of these torches... it's so hot in here! Let me just take off this armor really quick then I'll be ready to fight you.'' 
 
 The demon king gave pause, respecting the request. Once Askar's armor was off he felt so much lighter, more nimble, and so he rose his trusty hiking stick over his head and charged at the demon king- only to have his head chopped off in a single stroke of the monster's claws. 
 
 

