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I was a Nerfed Hero in Another World

Arthur Wyllt claims himself as a hero inside the popular game called “Magique”. It is a massively multiplayer online role-playing game that provides real money to skilled players. However, his popularity becomes a double-edged sword that makes people ridicule him wherever he goes. After going online in Magique, players from the adventurer’s guild hunt him down and plan on looting his valuables. But the event of a monster horde attacking the village stops those adventurers from killing Arthur. After killing the information broker from the guild, Arthur soughts for a quest. He needs to kill the villain inside the game. That enemy that Arthur must hunt for is an NPC (non-player character) who wields the Excalibur, or the legendary holy sword. He needs to find a way to complete the game and stop the villain before it is too late! Instead of saving the town like a hero, Arthur goes on a quest and leaves that village behind. However, that story doesn’t stop from there. Arthur reincarnates in that same world and becomes a puny knight without his overwhelming abilities! All he has is Clarent, the sword of peace, which is also level 1! Will he become the hero that the kingdom deserves, but not the one it needs? Book cover is mine. I'd love to thank my artist, but I still don't know his name. :(((

kuhaku_sora · Fantasia
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181 Chs

Hero....

Some people said that if they could kill a person, they wouldn't feel anything. Believe it or not, I was one of them, too, before I entered this realm.

I expected a journey filled with women and overpowered abilities like the ones that conquered the market. However, as soon as I arrived in this place, all I felt was pure suffering.

People died because of me…. And now, I killed someone with my own hands. The nonchalant feelings I thought I would have got replaced by my human emotions. Empathy kicked in like a drug, torturing every cell inside my body.

The eyes of those two corpses stared at me, blaming me for their death. I, who stained my hands with blood, couldn't face anyone but Merleen….

"No... I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to…."

Amidst the war, I froze in place and stared at the dead bodies. Merleen desperately tried defending me, but her magic was not enough to stop the soldier from swinging his sword.