The cold Steel of the " Holy Blade " didn't feel as holy as the legends claimed. It felt like ice biting into my neck.
" Any last words , Kang - Han ?" the Hero asked, his golden armor shining so brightly it made my eyes ache.
I looked up at the man the world worshipped.
Only I knew the truth - that he had sacrificed
millions of innocents to gain that " Holy " power. I opened my mouth to spit at his boots,
but the blade fell first.
CRACK.
I didn't feel pain . I felt ... a bedsheet ?
I bolted upright, gasping for air. My room
was small , messy , and smelled of cheap
instant noodles. My hands were thin ,
calloused from part - time jobs, not stained
with the blood of knights.
[Ding !]
[ Synchronisation Complete : 100% ]
[ Welcome back, Disaster - class Villain.
You have regressed 10 Years. ]
A blue holographic screen floated in front of
my face.
[ Current Objective : Stop the ' Hero ' from awakening his first trait.]
[ Time Remaining : 05: 59 : 59 ]
[ Reward : Survival. Failure : Permanent Death.]
I started at the clock . It was 8 : 00 AM. In six hours, the man who would eventually execute me was going to find the " Stone of Light "
in the back alley of my very own neighborhood.
I wasn't a hero . I didn't want to save the world. But if the only way to keep my head on my shoulders was to steal the Hero's destiny... then I guess I'd have to become the greatest
" Hero " this world have ever seen.