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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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The Demon and the Dullahan

The second figure standing beside the sitting man was another man, one with a large build, standing at almost seven feet tall and wearing full black steel-looking armour and giving off an extremely intimidating vibe.

Hanging from his waist was a single long sword sheathed in a brown-coloured sheath, and strapped to his back was a large cleaver.

Everything else about him looked normal enough; if you ignored the fact that he did not have a head on his neck.

In his hands was the helmet-clad body part that was supposed to be on his neck, with its every breath expelling a blue gas into the air.

He then moved his hands and placed this helmet onto his neck, twisting it slightly and locking it into place with a 'click' sound like a bayonet cap bulb being fitted into a lamp holder.

"No matter how many times I see you do this, it still doesn't change the fact that it's freaky as heck."