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The Insurrection of the Inept Hero

Naoko Akujin never had the life of a normal child. He was abused by his parents, constantly bullied at school, and haunted by misfortune. However one day, he was sent to another world along with a few of his classmates. In this world, they were praised as heroes that would protect all of humankind. But nothing changed, his horrible luck had also followed. Treated as the weakest hero with no class and even exiled for a crime he never committed, he was walking down the same path as his former life. Then one day, he met a being who would grant him the power that would set him on a long perilous path. Under his new alias, he will set out on an adventure to return all the cruelty he's received to those that deserve them. There will be no justice or lenience, but vengeance from the so-called Inept Hero. ________________________________________________________________ Join my Discord to chat with others or get news: https://discord.gg/HUHSCXd3Bt I don't own the cover... but I will get one if I have enough money... which I don't have :) WARNING: CONTAINS GORE AND SEXUAL EXPLICIT CONTENT(No NTR)

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Public Enemy

The day had finally arrived. Nero was stationed several meters below the stage of which the prince was about to deliver his speech.

The beginning of the ceremony was quick. He took the oath, was blessed by the priests, had his father, the king officially recognized him as the official crown prince, and it was about time for Mordros to make his speech.

There was a break after the first few parts of the ceremony. The only thing left was for Mordros to make his speech. It wasn't the last part of the ceremony, but it was going to be the last moment for him.

Mordros took a deep breath as he turned his head towards the middle of the stage where there was a faint outline of a trapdoor.

"It's time, Mordros."

Mordros turned and besides him was his sister, Anastasia. She had an Altima sword which was in the form of a rapier, strapped to her waist.

Mordros looked back at the stage and at Anastasia. He rubbed the side of his head before standing up.