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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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The One Who Wants All There Is

Unknown Dungeon

Dungeon City Osto

Hobha

December 19th

Year 1051

A frail-looking man, dressed in ragged clothes took slow and steady steps as he dragged a great sword that was a bit over two metres in length along with him.

He had long black hair cut at uneven lengths with his bangs hanging low on his face and covering his both eyes.

On the back of his left palm, was the crest of an upside-down Great Sword inscribed in a circle with a number written in roman numerals in small barely visible text under it.

As he walked down the long hallway, he staggered occasionally as his bony arms struggled to pull the weapon behind him.

Reaching a flight of stairs going downward, he pulled the sword forward and tossed it down the stairs, making loud clanging sounds that echoed across the empty hallways.

After a few minutes of struggling, he finally got down the flight of over fifty stairs before spending another few dozen more seconds picking up the great sword as he resumed carrying it.