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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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Meeting with the Bigwigs I

Cabinet Section Hallway

Royal Palace, Gerfast

Great Western Empire

March 21st

Year 1052

A fairly tall middle-aged man with dark hair and grey eyes, dressed in an official 'Full Dress' court uniform, strode across the hallway with his jacket flowing in the wind.

On his left chest pocket, was an embroidered crest of two crossed swords overlaid by a roaring lion head, one that anyone qualified to be in the castle definitely recognized.

Hence the reason why everyone he passed stopped their activities and bowed to him as he walked down the hallway.

Trailing a few metres behind him, was a younger man with blonde hair and brown eyes. He had a cold expression on his face, that somehow looked picturesque when taking the blue knight uniform he had on.

Like the man in front of him, he had a similar crest embroidered on his chest pocket, with the same crest printed on the sheath of the sword on his waist.