YoRHa No-2 Type B

level 48

Queen of the Night☾

Age 8 months 17 days
Personality gentle
Guild Harvest Moon
Monsters Killed about 45 thousand
Death Count 28
Wins / Losses 87 / 10
Temple Completed at 08/07/2017
Wood for Ark 29.4%
Savings 1M, 247k (4.2%)
Pet Prancing pony Pinky 19th level


Weapon sword of overcompensation +57
Shield sword processor +59
Head halo of a fallen angel +57
Body alpha mail +57
Arms oversized shoulder guard +58
Legs clever clogs +56
Talisman three-sided die +58


  • oak cloaking level 29
  • palm of the panda level 28
  • powerful sneeze level 22
  • slap of the whale level 20
  • foot massage level 20
  • explosive character level 19
  • sword-swallowing level 17
  • electro-broom level 16
  • self-cloning level 15
  • brownian motion level 9




  • Honored Dueler
  • Builder, 1st rank
  • Favorite, 1st rank
  • Champion, 2nd rank
  • Coach, 2nd rank
  • Fiend, 2nd rank
  • Hunter, 2nd rank
  • Invincible, 2nd rank
  • Raider, 2nd rank
  • Animalist, 3rd rank
  • Careerist, 3rd rank
  • Martyr, 3rd rank
  • Saint, 3rd rank
  • Shipwright, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

Yes, I know there is a special place in hell for me.
It’s call a throne.

I’m taking back what is mine.

A cacophony of war drums and howls herald the misery of the Kingdom and all its wretched residents. The sun dies with the advent of the stygian carrion beast and thousands of winged children of the night.

It is the beginning of revenge and the last days of humanity that those corrupted priests struggle to stop. Time spins out of control, unravelling like a straggly thread from the fabric of existence; day and night passes into each other, converging into an unholy union.

The winged ones descend, covering every land in utter darkness, filling every rivers and oceans with the betrayers’ sins and bitter blood. Distant agonising cries of the wounded and hunted pierce the air, and fade back into the silence they are born from.

At the heart of the carnage stands a statuesque figure in silence.

Dark hellfire billows around like an imperceptible barrier that separates the Queen of the Night from the world, her alabaster body glowing from the surrounding amber illumination. Divine blood of the angels seeps slowly through her clawed fingers like a whisper.

She takes a step forward. A torn feathery wing splinters under the duress of her blood caked heel, its grotesque melody elicits a smile from her. Her golden eyes surveys the sea of bodies and viscera around her with sweet satisfaction.

The Dark Queen gazes up towards the smoky sky, devoid of stars and light, as if they have forsaken humankind. She points her bloodied blade towards the pearly spire in the distance defiantly and laughs.

In a sleepy village at the northern most point of the world, a baby awakens in the frigid dawn and cries for its mother.

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