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Parallel Trials of a Somewhat Hero

READ FIRST: Hi dear readers, author here! I'll be taking a short break from writing to get things going smoothly again. Creating can be tough, so maybe a breather would do to give you all some better quality writing. Also, I'll be taking this time to revise the earlier chapters, so PLEASE BE MINDFUL OF THE CHAPTER TITLES AND THEIR NUMBERS BEFORE SUBCRIBING. The chapters' numbers will change soon due to the editing. Again, thank you for all your support! I'll get back to you as soon as I can! It usually is the same old story. And, having a typical geek as a protagonist should be a breeze since he probably had it figured out, living in a world of warriors, mages, rangers, and stealth fighters where leveling up is all about. Quite simple to say the least in truth, do not deplete health points, avoid draining stamina points, and use magic points wisely. However, Erida Seijurou is a geek born in this kind of world, meaning he plays video games, reads light novels and manga, and watches anime series in this same world. His willingness to put himself on the line to improve battle skills, cast magical spells, and form parties, like the ones in role playing games, is close to none. Thinking of himself as an irrelevant speck to everything, and thinking of everything as irrelevant to his illusory high and mighty self, what could Seijurou possibly do if the truth of the world he lives in begins to become more relevant and threatens the very lives of the ones closest to him? "That was one long sentence..", Seijurou thought as he realized how much of a drag just to read through it. His trials will even be longer.. For more Parallel Trials of a Somewhat Hero content and the author's extras, follow me on instagram: @eruma_sarushiro

SarushiroEruma · Fantasie
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209 Chs

Chapter 127: A Page from the Unknown

The main hall of the Shogunate's capitol building was as plain as anything could get. Matching the coldness of the approaching winter outside, hues of simple black, gray and white splashed the entire place with so much eeriness that everyone present might as well shiver from the chill coursing through their spines.

The dark clad audience sat silent in their gray leather seats as they waited for the verdict of the one being prosecuted within a white box deemed as the defendant's cubicle. 

A person wearing an ivory cloak called the judge sat behind a pitch black wooden table perched high in front of the criminal for everyone to see. The highly esteemed man took a breath in as if it was his last before addressing everybody.