I'm Leviathan

Desmond knew what was about to happen. He has experienced it first hand, of course, in his previous time. He knew what was about to transpire and who was about to die. He could hear screaming and wailing. There were battle sounds with disruption of the environment's natural flow.

'It must have started.' He thought while walking.

[Then can't you just run or at least walk fast]

'…What am I?'

[…Petty Villain?]

'…'

[…]

[…a wannabe hero]

'…And when does a hero arrives at the battlefield?'

[Oh… Fucker, you trying to be Home Bringer or something?]

'…Fuck him.'

[If your memories are correct then he must be arriving on the battlefield in thirty minutes from…now.]

'That's correct. The fucker just lands from space and starts to laser anything that moves.'

[…]

'…'

[…Must be fun]

'… I know, right?'

He arrived at the ceremony hall as he expected, the macabre has already started. Many students and professors have already fallen. Many were fighting against some masked villains.

"Run."

"Save your lives."

"Save me."

"…Please, spare me."

"We'll hold them. You kids, save your lives."

Many forms of fear and anxiety took over the battlefield which was dyed with crimson color. Smokes were coming from different directions. The entire ceremony hall, which was filled with happy and ambitious students is now brimmed with desperation and death.

[…This looks worse than your previous memories.]

'No, they are the same. You just saw what a clueless and distressed 16-year-old saw at that moment. My brain must've shut down some of the gruesome and horrific sights. Auto defense mechanism or something.'

[…]

"Hey you, run from here—AHHHH…" One of the senior students or someone he doesn't remember was trying to warn him but a spear thrust through his stomach made him fall on his knees clutching the spearhead with him. Hot blood started to pour through his wound. A man wearing a wolf mask, who was cladded in black armor was twisting the spear which was embedded into the student's stomach.

"MHMMMM…" He grunts in pain. Drops of blood started to drip from the corner of his mouth. His dark hair disheveled. With remaining strength, he tightly held the spear in place to avoid the masked man to turn it even more. He looked at the kid in front of him, who was standing there without moving an inch, just watching this. He thought the kid must be feeling really terrified.

'This kid too. I can save one more too.'

"Hey kid, just run from here, I, The Flame Lord A.K.A the future Home Bringer will hold this fucker in place while you can safely run away from here." He said through gritted teeth.

"Future Home Bringer? You too? Well, I guess I'll end one more future Home Bringer from this world. It's already the fifth one today." A muffled voice came from the masked man. His sound was changed by the wolf mask.

"…You… fucker…" The senior student squished his voice out while clutching the spearhead more tightly, what was about to happen was truly astonishing.

The spear that was thrusted through the student's stomach started to vibrate.

"Huh? What are you doing?" The masked man warily asked.

"…I'll tell you when I meet you in hell."

With that, the spearhead which was still clutched by the student suddenly was lit in a blue hue of flame starting from the spearhead and then to the spear shaft through the student's body. It all happened so fastly that the masked man was not able to react to it in time making him instantly lit in the blue flame.

'…Flame Lord.'

[…Flame Lord?... Wait, one of the future members of vagabonds.]

'…Yes. Look at that flame. The strongest fire attribute hero. If he didn't die here, then how come I haven't heard about him in the academy?'

[He must've been rescued by someone who took him out of the academy. Maybe because they must've seen his potential or something.]

'…'

[Why are you smiling like that, you creep?]

'…Smiling? Am I?' He touched his lips, which were wide. Unbeknownst to him, he had the same evil smile when he thinks about something villainous.

[…What are you planning, fucker? What evil thoughts are brewing inside your pea brain?]

'…I'm gonna save him.'

[That's all?]

'That is all.'

[That's very suspicious coming from you, bastard. I'm not gonna buy that stupid nonsense.]

'Well, the side quest is to save people, right? So that's what I'm gonna do.' He cracked his knuckles.

The masked man was sprawling on the ground, rolling, in a desperate attempt to extinguish the fire which was eating him.

"Ahhh…" His frantic wailing was very loud.

As for the Flame Lord, he was lying down sidewise. Breathing heavily. The last move has cost him pretty much everything. He knew he would die here. He was at least happy that he was able to save some of the future heroes of the world.

Suddenly the wailing of the masked man stopped. He thought the man must've died. Then unexpectedly, through his blurred vision, he saw someone looking down on him. He had the same white hair.

"… You haven't… left"

"…"

Without replying the kid knelt and held his upper body on his lap and poured something into his mouth.

"Drink."

It was very bitter. Though he wanted to spit it out, he knew what was he drinking. It was a health potion.

He drank the bottle empty.

"Stay here. I'll get someone to attend to you." With that, the kid slowly dropped him to the ground. His body felt like rejuvenating. His pain from the abdomen dulled moment by moment. His blurred vision getting clear, very slowly

"Who… are you?" He squeezed the words out. Though he was being healed it will take some time before he could properly walk or even talk.

"I'm the future hope of the world."

[Oh…. Bloody fuck, that was soo very cringe to even hear. How the fuck are you even saying that with that smoldering expression.]

"…"

"…"

"… What… what is your name?" The Flame Lord fought the urge to strike the little brat because of the cringe words.

The kid shifted his position and looked down at him.

"…Des--- I'm Leviathan."