Returners

[Opening Inventory.]

[Items in the inventory: 1]

[Reward received.]

[Silver Magic Box: Contains a random reward.]

[Do you want to open it?]

Rowan, still kneeling, looked with tired eyes at the reward screen in front of him. It floated, resembling a hologram, occupying much of the body of the dead red ogre in front of Rowan. Lee Ji-chul was beside him. It didn't look like he or anyone could see the status window. It was a relief.

The inventory had 30 empty spaces and one occupied by the magic box, totaling 31. If it was equal to one of the mmorpg games that Rowan had already played, then he could carry the items he received from the missions there. Could he keep normal objects in his inventory, like the sword of the red ogre he used?

Rowan had discovered that it was not necessary to click on the floating screen, he just needed to say the right words that the actions would be carried out correctly. Rowan then rose slowly. First the right leg and then the left, looking for support on the asphalt with both hands.

"Yes." He murmured under his breath. Enough for the system to hear and understand the answer.

The screen flashed, covering Rowan's face in a strong white light. But no one seemed to have noticed. The magic box appeared in Rowan's right hand and began to shake. Lee Ji-chul approached Rowan. He wanted to make sure that his friend was okay. He had been acting weird since he got up from the bloody floor, muttering under his breath to himself.

The magic box was finally gone. In place, two small kamas appeared. They were similar to an agricultural sickle. A new screen, this time describes the attributes of the weapons.

[Steel Double Kama]

[Classification - Unique]

[Attack Power - 400]

[Durability 350/350]

[Made and shaped by human hands in the time of feudal Japan using the purest technique with graceful formation, this pair of Kama has hardness and high resistance similar to the skin and bones of an orc.]

Rowan did not understand very well, but he would be forced later. He wielded the double Kama in each hand, with the inventory still open, raising his hands a little higher and finally stopping at the inventory screen. A new message asking if he would like to store the weapons in the inventory appeared, in which he confirmed telepathically. They gradually disappeared from Rowan's hands, and finally appeared in the inventory, ready to be used whenever he wanted.

Lee Ji-chul watched as the double kama simply disappeared from Rowan's hands. He couldn't see the status screens, but it was still possible to see the items used.

"Are you okay?" Lee asked as he checked Rowan's wounds.

"Best impossible." Rowan's ironic response was met with laughter from Lee Ji-chul. Who instinctively embraced him.

"I missed you, man. It's been so long. So long… "Lee Ji-chul's eyes streamed tears, falling on Rowan's neck. "After that battle in Washington, when I died... It was complete darkness. I saw nothing, there was nothing. And now, here we are. " He said through laughter and more tears.

Rowan controlled himself not to cry. Lee Ji-chul had died 6 years before Padryma's wrath, in the battle of Washington, in the United States, or as it was better known, Lawless Land. The American government was one of the first to fall after they were given the powers. The president was killed, the governors deposed, a new era was beginning. It was also the second country with the largest presence of dungeons in the world, second only to Korea.

They had gone to rescue Grace, captured by a terrorist cell from the New. That day, Rowan lost all that he considered family. He was alone and lost. Shaken up. Rowan had become a bitter person and worse than the monsters, not caring about the future consequences, but his death and his return to the past opened his mind.

"It is good to see you too, brother." Rowan released the hug, resting his left hand on Lee's shoulder. "Believe me, you didn't miss anything. Perhaps an attack by a furious God that culminated at the end of the Earth, but other than that... nothing much. "

The deliberate chaos in the streets had ceased. People celebrated with each other and talked to each other. Some people recorded and posted videos and images on internet forums. This was the most talked about topic globally on all social media in the world.

Rowan used life regeneration buffs on the people who needed it most. A man in his fifties had lost both legs in the attack. Rowan used the buff on the man and the legs returned. The man's wife was extremely happy.

"Thank you! Thank you! I do not know how to thank you!"

He took care of a few more people, before approaching his own family.

"Are you okay?" The concern in his tone of voice was noticeable.

"But of course we are doing well! You ended up with those monsters, they didn't stand a chance against you! " Han Woo-bin said while imitating like a child the movements that Rowan had made during the battle.

"My goodness, son ... You are a hero." No. Rowan was not a hero. All the dirty and deplorable things he had done during his life made him sick. Being called a hero was a vague memory that he hoped he wouldn't remember anymore.

His family didn't seem to be hurt, not even a scratch, but Rowan didn't even want to know and used three life regeneration buffs on his father, mother and sister. Lee Ji-chul caught up with them in time.

"It looks like a mayor's servant is here. He's gathering all the selected ones "

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Rowan's sister showed curiosity in the young man. He wore a blue sweatshirt with a black shirt underneath. The clumsy trousers and shoes that were once white were now green because the blood of the ogres stood out. He had brown eyes and curly black hair. His chin was envious and his lips were paper thin. Han blushed a little at Lee Ji-chul's performance.

"Lee Ji-chul, Rowan's friend and partner."

"Is this a prank? Since when Rowan has frien… Ouch! Hey! " Han was about to tease Rowan when he stepped on her foot, making her let out a grunt.

"They are asking each of the selected to meet near that military car, on that corner. It must be important. "

Rowan thought for a moment and then agreed.

"Alright, let's go."

The man who represented the town hall at that time was called Song Ji-Hoon. He was calming people's spirits, telling them not to worry about anything. He negotiated with the Selected. The most ambitious and the weakest were the first to be persuaded to go to meet the mayor, Gong Bin and army general Kwong Dong-gun of the special forces.

"In the next few hours, you will be instructed to go to each of these military cars. Each of you will be taken to a military base, a long way from these 'things'." Song Ji-Hoon said as he pointed at the dungeon that had recently been a major threat.

"We're just going to ask a few questions, no big deal. We want to understand about you and whatever that guy up there is. "

"Padryma," Rowan said. His voice came out thicker than he would have liked.

"What did you say?" The man asked with his eyes turned to Rowan. Lee Ji-chul, General Kwong and everyone around him were staring at him. For the first time in Rowan's life, he was the center of attention.

"That guy, his name is Padryma. Formerly known as "New." Lee looked at Rowan with doubt. How had he discovered the name of the God who watched them?

"And can I know how you know that?" Song Ji-Hoon's voice was powerful, but this time it was shaky. It is not every day that you are sent by the mayor himself to a place infested with monsters and super powerful people.

"You do not know?"

"What...?"

"We are returners."

That was the moment that the world knew and heard about returners for the first time.