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I am the Demon king, but why do the Goddesses favor me?

The world calls for heroes, and in dire situations, they tend to rely on anything just to escape death and live. The story begins when a man from another world becomes one of the three heroes of fate. His strength prospers among the other two, fate favors him, but the people do not. After saving the entire continent from the Demon God, they feared his strength and banished him from any human land with no where to go he thought of nothing but to suffer. But there are still beings who cared enough to give his life a new light. [ You are never Forgotten ]

PassingbyStranger · Fantasy
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70 Chs

Misunderstood

"How much do you know?"

She asked with a tone and mannered voice that didn't fit an assassin. How should I describe it? It's like a mommy voice, well, at least for me.

"Are you her?" I persisted with my question. Her reaction was enough for me to get really curious.

"I... do not know who Ciara is..." Her surprised face returned to a more expressionless demeanor, and with that, my hope was once again shattered.

"Black hair and black eyes, and possibly wearing an eye patch on the right eye due to an injury." Maybe I'm overreacting again; it's impossible for a person who died to be brought back unless via black magic.

But if it's possible through black magic, why would they revive Ciara and not my other companions, who are way more powerful?

"Can't a woman just be born with black hair and black eyes?" While I was lost in thought, her mature voice really caught me off guard.

"How about the eye patch–"