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One Hero Is Not Enough To Save The World. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amael, the hero, singlehandedly wiped out more than half of the entire demon race all on his own and even won against the demon king. This should have put him at ease but unfortunately for the human race, the demon king and his race were fated to come back to life again after thousands of years, just like it's always been. "You may have won this time Amael, but the next time, there'll be no one as powerful enough as you to save this world" the demon king cackled with a malicious laughter as he faded away. "This is only a temporary peace..." "Very well then... If this is what I must do to completely eradicate them, then I will" Amael then made a decision. A decision he had hoped would ensure the safety of the future for generations to come. _________________________________________________________________ "We were supposed to be dead, but when we both woke up, we found ourselves in this new world... a world that was all too familiar to both of us" _________________________________________________________________ Author Note: The first few chapters (Around 20 chaps) will be written in 1st person POV but after the introduction of more characters, I will seamlessly switch to the third person POV. Also, as you might've noticed, there will be two male leads. I really hope you enjoy reading the book as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Caeruleum_ · Fantasy
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Chapter 81 - Darius Strikes

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Ivelia panted tiredly, her features displaying a tired expression as she ran along the length of the training field which was thrice the length of a normal stadium.

However, she was not the only one currently doing this as all the other cadets in their class were also doing the exact same thing.

Pained groans and pants of exhaustion rang through the expanse of the field as more than half the class were also in a similar situation as her.

At the sidelines of the field was Instructor Forge who was observing them all, his expression stoic.

The man was wearing a tight fitting black shirt and black pants which showed off all of his well-developed muscles usually hidden beneath his pristinely tailored suits.

As the young lady kept running, her gaze was drawn to the figure of a handsome male youth with ethereal-looking features a few meters in front, his silvery-green hair slightly fluttering in the wind.