1 The Becoming of hero

The day is over, the night has come, leading me to the darkness that can never be overcome. This world filled with emptiness makes me fright. Day and night always looking through this sight. There was once a bright light, but now it's just a devil's fight."Come home my dear " called my mother once, but I am living in this miserable world for months.

Those were the words of a broken human.

Those broken hero's mere words were none other than mine. Living through this strife and pain, always having this rain full of tears on my face. I tried to fight it but denied it. Many heroes say lines like "Iam here, it's ok, I'll protect you", but I do not because I don't have anyone to protect in this world except me.

This is the story of me becoming the hero and about how did I end up here being in this different world, which is a million light-years away from my home.

"This world is born for you, you may enter and commence world salvation!" someday chanted an unknown devil, I fainted and got resurrected to this abandoned world. The one thing I realized was this world lost all of humanity, leaving me the last human alive. My world was where people existed but this world was where people were dusted.

The devil spoke "welcome to this game, you are the only half-human left in this world, you are to fight these creatures and regain this world, go ahead dare to fight and survive", he gave me a sword which was gifted with Immense power and then promptly vanished.

I was told to fight these monsters every day and night or otherwise I could become these monsters' delight. Who do they think is telling me these things? why do I listen to these words? why would I be a half-human? If those are the monsters then should I be a destined hero like in fairy tales? it's so ironic that I am the only person left raising these questions no one except the devil can answer, but I think he happened to be my enemy.

There was once called "home" for me, but this world looks like a "tomb" for me. I was always ahead like a hero in that world, but now where is the hero in me?.

I made my life so miserable at this point. I want to smile and be happy but I can't because I'm scared all the time. Scared that I would die without saying goodbye to my dearest family and to my dearest friends.

The devil came back and saw me as a miserable living being and said something "Scared? Ha ha ha... go sit on that rock for Eternity, no monster will come towards you. Go and isolate yourself you loser!". I wondered why would he help me in this situation? and it angered me that he said I was a loser. Someday I'll get so strong that I'll kill him.

Of all the strange things that were happening still, I believed a little and I sat on that rock. It happened to be true that no monster would come near me if I was on that rock.

That rock shape was just like a chair with a word carved as "nightmare" on it. The rock was covered by some enormous energy that I didn't know. The moment I sat on it, I began to see nightmares, I can never sleep while having a nightmare.

While I was having a nightmare I wanted to kill myself but also didn't want to die.

I kept thinking and thinking about the one question again and again " Where is that hero in me? What was that feeling when I was like a hero".Thinking and thinking made me so angry so I didn't know what to do. How pathetic am I?, I was never been this angry before while thinking of a question, but didn't have a reason to not be angry in this fearful situation. I want to sleep a little to reduce my anger, but the damage to it is fatal.

I keep on remembering the nightmare that came to me, that nightmare was about me and my mother.

My mother asked me " Are you a hero ? ", I said " Yes of course ", my mother tried to say something, but she got stabbed by an unknown ten-foot-tall monster. I may have saw it coming but never tried to save my own mother because of some fear which was pulling my legs down when I move forward.

When I was in that world I was always saving my mother, but in this nightmare, I didn't save her.

This anger inside me grew more and more day by day.

I thought of one thing in this anger, I always fought with my mother, what bothered me the most was the conversation between me and my mother while eating dinner at night.

That conversation was when I was mourning because some delinquents in my area beat me. I was so beaten up that even my mother didn't notice me when I walked passed her. Mom always punished me for fighting.

I was objecting to all her demands and all her necessary conversations.

One day while having dinner I was so angry that she punished me for fighting again. That day she got so much on my nerve that I threw a plate on her. She reprimanded me for that, but I didn't care. I ran away out of the house at that moment. Then after some time I came back to apologise that I was too harsh to her, but there were 10 people surrounding her with a knife when I came back home, those people were delinquents that I fought earlier that day. I had the same feeling at that time I was angry and some fear was holding me back.

She said the same thing in the nightmare "Are you a hero?", But I said "No". I was still in fear that my legs are not moving. But one delinquent came near her and bruised her a little and I cried helplessly. Then she screamed "You are enough hero to save me you idiot!" those words were enough to make an entire empire fall down, I rushed forward and got bruised.

I got bruised again and again but I didn't give up and then saved my mother.

The reason to fight... I was born with, the reason to yield... I was unfit. Thinking about that conversation for some time I understood one thing, I never gave up on my inner hero, but if I ever gave up then I have to become a villain again, cause I would at least have one more reason to fight, the fight to regain the hero who saved a mother once.

Control or be controlled by fear...

I need to put this pathetic side of me to ashes, this side of me should be no more! this fear, this pain and this strife no more! I won't let it consume me, instead, I'll consume it! I will regain back my world! I should be the only one to start or end mayhem in this world!.

I may not be a great hero for now, but I am a man seeking justice. Right now I'll be a sword to my world. I stood up that rock chair, marched forward and said " LET'S TAKE CONTROL!!!".

I am fine with no strength iam controlled by the will, I am fine with what iam and what I will be,iam the only person with adrenaline in my blood. Strife and pain are no feelings for me, iam just a sword so I can not be swayed by fear, I'll be a sword made of metal, I will become a man where nobody can take away my justice.

This control over my rage managed to kill some monsters, I felt really calm and dedicated to killing these monsters that I kept on going until every last one of them got annihilated. When I killed these monsters there was a hazardous amount of energy developed in my sword. I can't help but wanted to kill.

Now I hunger for monsters.

The devil swiftly approached me and said "What! you overcame this so quickly! the others took a year to recover from this".Was it true that there were more? I need to know their history and their status. I asked the devil about them but he gave a villainous laugh and vanished in thin air.

Well, I guess this is my destiny, maybe my legacy because maybe I might die someday, so I should give information to the next swordsmen.

I came back to this rock chair and went back to the same nightmare my mother asked me " Are you a hero ? ", I said " no mom but iam enough hero to save you right?", she cried with happiness and said, "Yes boy, you are enough hero to save me".Nothing was holding me back this time, all-time around me stopped. I went ahead and killed that ten-foot-tall monster this time. I became the hero in my nightmare. I gained control of this chair, it gave me some power or should I say it helped me level up.

Normally a person is chosen as a hero or a villain, but me? I was chosen by both. I chose myself as a villain to kill guys and have a reason to fight but my mother gave me a little light so that I would rise as a hero.

A little good rose when there was bad. My mother gave me the strength to survive. If you have the will to fight then even a ten-foot-tall monster will look like a ten-millimetre ant.

I simply slept in peace for one day after that chaos. But why am I a half-human?