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Dark Hero in Tate no Yuusha

Vishwa found himself reborn in an anime world known as "The Rising of the Shield Hero" as a Morsan. At the tender age of six, he was bestowed with a cursed weapon called the Great Sword Tizona, a weapon of legendary status crafted by unknown beings. Due to his deep-rooted mistrust in others and the fear of meeting the same fate as his father, who was betrayed by his supposed friends, Vishwa chose to live as a lone wolf. As he grew stronger, he formed a team of slaves to accompany him and together they embarked on a journey to slay ferocious beasts. Along the way, he even lent a helping hand to the shield hero. *** Author's Note: I am incredibly grateful for the opportunity to share my initial Fanfic with all of you, as it marks the beginning of my journey towards becoming a proficient writer. Crafting an engaging story is no easy task, but with your support and encouragement, I am determined to improve and create something truly captivating. I would like to extend a special thank you to Mr. Andew, who generously sponsored this fanfic through his Patreon ID: Sir_dood134. Your belief in my writing abilities means the world to me, and I am honored to have your support. Once again, thank you to people with Patreon ID: Grey Knight Lord, Tempest1618, Manuel Chavez, WonderingAbyss, David Aderoju, GigaChad, Grey Knight Lord, Masutatai, Ceyhun Cagirici, and Austin for making this fanfiction possible. For those who are interested in supporting my writing, I kindly request your assistance on my Patreon page under the name of Thot-Slaughterer fanfic writer. Your contributions, no matter how big or small, will go a long way in helping me improve my skills and continue creating content that you all enjoy. Please note that my profile picture would be same as the pic of MC's first slave similar to the girl in this fanfic's profile. Once again, I want to express my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you for your generosity and support. Your belief in my abilities as a writer means more to me than words can express. I am truly humbled by your kindness, and I promise to work tirelessly to deliver stories that captivate and entertain you. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

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Salvage(15)

Morsan double-checked Lupiney's condition once more as he tended to her scars and wounds on her skin. 

While he utilized his healing magic to mend her, he was interrupted when Beast Tamer arrived and delicately placed his newly acquired dragon egg on the table next to Morsan's bed. 

After assuring him that the dragon egg was in excellent condition and would hatch within the next two months, Beast Tamer left the room. 

Morsan proceeded to continue healing Lupiney, making sure that the egg was securely covered with the fur provided by Lelin. 

It was only after half an hour that Morsan ceased the healing process, noticing a slight improvement in Lupiney's complexion. 

He took out the pork belly he cooked from his inventory function. 

Lupiney's pupils trembled slightly as she witnessed Morsan unveiling the food from nowhere. Her astonishment was evident as she let out a soft gasp upon seeing her meal materialize out of thin air. 

"... Spatial Magic?!" 

Morsan hands over the bowl to her without explaining anything about her question. 

He says in a flat tone while offering the pork belly he prepared to his new servant, "Here's your meal, but I'm sorry to say that I don't have any rice to accompany it. This dish would taste even better if you had it with rice. Help yourself with it for now." 

The aroma of the cooked pork belly spread over the whole room as Morsan gave it to her, which made her drool instinctively, her tail started wagging crazily as she grabbed the bowl of meat immediately momentarily forgotten about Morsan's spatial magic he showed her. 

Lupiney gazed at him with uncertainty, her eyes filled with doubt, and without consuming the food, she questioned, causing him to divert his attention towards her.

She appeared perplexed as she glanced up at Morsan. 

Little did he know, she found it peculiar that he had provided her with an actual meal, given her status as a slave.

"It seemed like you desired to have it. Is there something else you desire?"

She shook her head in response. 

"Anyway, eat up, and get some strength. My magic will be very painful and take a long time to finish. If you didn't have any energy left, you'd just die on me." 

Lupiney gazed down at her meal, contemplating whether or not to consume it. 

"Are you not going to eat it?" inquired Morsan with a puzzled expression as he could hear her stomach screaming for food even right now.

"... Am I allowed to?" 

"Yes, you are. Please do so quickly," came the prompt response.

Upon receiving Morsan's instruction, she appeared to ease up slightly.

Pausing momentarily, she eventually dove into her meal with her bare hands. Considering her status as a slave, it was understandable that she lacked proper table etiquette. 

He couldn't help but be amazed at the sheer voracity with which she devoured the food. Her hunger seemed insatiable as if she had been deprived of nourishment for eternity. 

Morsan had never witnessed such a ravenous appetite before, and it both fascinated and concerned him. 

Her appetite was even could match Morsan's voracious eating habits. 

As she continued to eat, her coughing became more frequent, a result of her rapid consumption and the struggle to accommodate the overwhelming amount of food in her mouth along with her illness. 

Yet, she persisted, undeterred by the discomfort. Her determination to savor every morsel of the succulent pork belly was evident in the way her eyes sparkled with delight after each bite. 

Realizing that her bowl was nearing emptiness, Morsan hurriedly fetched another container of pork belly. It was a precious commodity, one he had intended to sell in a shop function for shop points, but he couldn't bear to deny her the pleasure of indulging in her insatiable hunger. 

He refilled her bowl, watching as she eagerly dug in once again. Only after she ate another five bowls did she stop devouring; she even cleaned the bowl by licking it. When she put down the bowl in her hands, she met the Morsan's gaze and once again her face became deep red.

"Is it that good?!"

"Mm, it's great!"

"Is... that so? good for you then..." 

After a few moments, taking enough time to digest her food, Lupiney said that she was ready for [Bloodline Fusion].

"Bear in mind that the process might be quite uncomfortable, and it is perfectly acceptable to lose consciousness. The magical treatment will persist even while you are unconscious until you are fully cured, alright?" 

"Mm, I am ready..." She nodded her head vigorously with a confident look. 

Without wasting any time, Morsan took out some kind of scroll and tore it apart before calling out, 'Tizona!'

"Leave it to me..."

[-Notice- 

You have successfully initialized [Bloodline Fusion] on your slave <Lupiney >... 

Fusion of two bloodlines was in the process... 0.1%... 

Fusion for talent in the process... 

]

"Ah!"

Morsan's vision was flooded with a series of notifications just as he heard Lupiney's anguished cry.

Fortunately, the scroll he had torn moments before had a noise-cancellation effect, ensuring that her scream remained confined within the room. 

If anyone were to witness the little girl's torment, it would undoubtedly give rise to unfavorable rumors about Morsan and create significant complications for Lupiney's ongoing progress. 

Observing Lupiney's struggle to suppress her voice after the initial scream escaped her lips, Morsan could see her clenching her teeth throughout the entire ordeal.

When Morsan had undergone a similar experience for the first time, it felt as though someone was repeatedly thrusting a searing hot iron rod into his body. 

He could sense that Lupiney was enduring the same level of pain, if not more. However, unlike him, she managed to restrain herself from emitting such a piercing scream and displayed remarkable composure after her first scream.

"She is doing pretty well!"

"Yeah, unlike you... when your first time..." 

"Hey, I was only six at that time, considering the pain tolerance level I had at that time, I did very well..."

Tizona scoffed off at Morsan's words without saying anything.

*** 

Author's note:

Once again, thank you, Tempest1618, Manuel Chavez, WonderingAbyss, David Aderoju, GigaChad, and Sir_dood134 (Mr. Andrew), for making this fanfiction possible. Your sponsorship and encouragement have made a lasting impact on our creative endeavors, and we are forever grateful for your presence in our fanfiction journey.