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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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Interlude 8-1- Luncheon of the Influential I

Government Residential Area

Capital City Otrain

Utraria Republic

Alpha Continent

June ???

Year 1052

The employees of one of the few five-star restaurants in the Utraria Republic's capital city of Otrain all had cold sweat dripping down their backs as they all occasionally stole glances towards a certain open-secret booth on the restaurant's Gallery-cum-terrace.

Even the restaurant managers could all be seen standing not so far from the 60% tinted glass doors of the booth, glancing at the people inside to see if they were inconvenienced in any way shape or form.

A lot of the guests, mostly being rich merchants, foreign nobles, senators and other high-ranked government officials, all found it strange that the restaurant managers were acting like waiters, wondering just who the guests inside the booth were.