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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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Right Hand of the Eighth Finger

Evan reappeared a good twenty meters from his original position, looking up to see the figures of two men staring right at each other.

One of them, was wielding a simple silver-coloured sword, with his hand stretched out for a thrust while the ground beneath his feet was on the verge of caving in.

He was a tall dark-haired man dressed in a simple grey noble coat with black outlines, black pants and a black pair of gloves on his hands that held his silver sword.

The other, who had his hand stretched out, grabbing the blade of the silver sword with his bare palm, was man with brown hair.

No other facial features about him could be seen as he was wearing a black mask that covered all of his face, with the hole for his eyes having a tinted glass that prevented one from seeing their true colour.

He had a platinum-coloured guild card hanging from his neck, with the letter 'S', clearly printed at the back.