You Can-t Corrupt Me- -tale Of The Naive Elven ... May 2026

There is a certain arrogance to immortality. Not the loud, conquering kind that humans display when they sharpen their short swords. No, it is the quiet, infuriating patience of a being who has watched eight human generations bloom and wither before breakfast.

The taste was… efficient. Two hours later, I approved my first hostile takeover memo without reading the fine print.

So when the Mortal Reckoning began—a polite elven term for “we ran out of magic and had to get jobs”—I did not flee to the Shire or retreat to the Druid groves. I applied for an internship.