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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.

_michael · Fantasia
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Soul Battle II (Agnes’ POV)

Our clash was a dance of opposing forces. My White sword coated in a serene grey light, met Evan's blade bathed in crimson gold light.

I wasn't really the best at melee combat, I could at least hold my own long enough to keep him busy and give me time to prepare spells—is what I originally thought but I quickly realised how much of a herculean task that was.

Evan's sword strikes were fast, heavy and precise, all aimed for vitals and primed to deal as much damage as possible.

Supersonic clashes echoed through the air as we flew, breaking through the rubble of the buildings destroyed earlier by Evan.

We hurled powerful magic spells at each other, each strike threatening to crumble the already ruined structures beneath us.

I summoned my magic power to aid me as fast as I could, attempting to conjure a spell of fire but Evan's sword sliced through my spell circles before I could even finish the casting process.