Building My Guild With A Blank Scroll
~How does it feel, for a villian to be seen as a Saint? A Saint who all knew had saved the world? The very same world he had plunged into chaos, in the first place?~
Well, that was Zlatan Elmore, a noble with no ounce of greatness compared to his weight, bearing a copper aura, yet being the first to ever become an S-class Hunter. It was a class obtained from treading on blood and bones, including those who bore his very own name. Those he had grown up with, those he had cherished and those he promised to live forever with, every single one of them had lost their lives not for, but to him. His commands and hands, had deprived them of what they valued the most, their lives.
Seeking to atone for all he'd done, Zlatan's decisions said something else. Meeting his end in a battle against a King Class Monster, he claimed more lives than he'd ever done, a villain even in death. However, as miraculously as it was, fate's influence went beyond the grave. Depriving him of the supposed peace death brought, Zlatan is stolen and brought into another world. Having only a blank scroll and his memories, who would have thought the next thing he'd wanted was to just kick a bucket again.