While barbarians were getting ready to continue the invasion, adults argued and soldiers postured, Ludger with a system in his eyes realized something far more unsettling: if trouble kept coming time and time again, someone would have to meet it head-on.

That decision dragged him far from home and straight into the tutelage of a shameless drunkard, an earth mage whose greatest talents were leveling mountains and emptying bottles. Unfortunately for Ludger, the man was also a former guildmaster. Between half-coherent lessons, improvised training, and near-fatal "practical demonstrations, thanks to a troublesome companion" Ludger learned that earth magic wasn't about raw power, it was about anchoring, endurance, and knowing exactly when to stand firm and when to reshape the ground beneath your enemy's feet.

As threats escalate and alliances fray, Ludger realizes that reacting isn't enough. Mercenaries scatter. Lords hesitate. Someone needs to build something that lasts. Something organized. Something strong enough to push back without breaking.

What begins as a reckless attempt to impose order on chaos becomes the birth of a guild forged by necessity rather than ambition. Between northerner incursions, political pressure, and the constant risk of being crushed by forces far larger than himself, Ludger carves out a new role, not as a sheltered prodigy, but as a builder of foundations. Stone by stone, contract by contract, he steps into a future where survival means leadership, and power means responsibility.

Because if the world insists on marching toward war, Ludger refuses to stand still, no matter how scary his mother is when she thinks he's in danger.