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Reincarnated Hero System

It was just a game; one Evan played way too much, but it was still a game in the end. At least it that’s what it was supposed to be... However, on the day the main quest ended, he discovered it was more than just a game. The world of Aidos was real and the demon threat was even more so. He was sent to be the leader of the new generation of heroes and save the world from the demon invasion by the god who made the game. Unfortunately, nothing was as simple as it may have seemed. As the truth behind the invasion and the previous Seven Heroes was slowly revealed, he began to have second thoughts about his choices. He began questioning if the demons were truly the enemies of Aidos. Even more so, when he discovered a new truth. That he may not actually be who he thought he was. #wsa2022 WSA 2022 Entry [Check out my other stories from my profile: Godslayer’s Legend & Beyond the Bloodline] ◇ ◇ ◇ Discord Link: https://discord.gg/ZXyAjGtS4r ◇ ◇ ◇ Support Me: https://ko-fi.com/michae_l ◇ ◇ ◇ I'm new to writing so I hope you all will support me on this journey. I'm hoping for your review on what you think about the book. Constructive criticisms are allowed too. Cover by KingU ◇ ◇ ◇ DISCLAIMER! This novel is a work of fiction and though it draws inspiration from historical places and events, it is by no means meant to be a realistic representation of any current or historical events, places cultures, or people. The story may contain themes and events that may be disturbing to some people and if you are "triggered" by pretty much anything at all, It may not be suitable for you as I will not limit myself in terms of themes, events, or topics while writing.

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Fallen Celestial Deity I

Desolate Catacombs

Truham

Desert Country of Tarse

February 10th

Year 1053

The Desolate Catacombs lay deep beneath the surface, a haunting relic of a once thriving Ancient Underground Kingdom's capital city that was now reduced to mere ruins, with shattered and depilated buildings scatted haphazardly.

Flickering runes on the ceiling, once powered by potent magic, illuminate the darkness intermittently, their brilliance fading over centuries of zero maintenance.

Inhabited by subterranean monsters and used as a clandestine meeting place for occult groups, the catacombs usually echoed with the sounds of life. Yet, on this particular day, an eerie silence reigned, unlike a place inhabited by thousands of monsters.

The remnants of a once majestic castle stood at the centre of this ruined city, its halls marred by the lingering stench of blood.