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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. :(((

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Meliodas (prologue)

Prologue

Meliodas, the famous bard.

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I always brought my anstruth harp, known for its rarity and graceful design, within my grasp. Music was the only thing that kept me alive in this unfair world.

"Listen, kids!" I exclaimed. "I will tell you about a story of a musician who strived his way to reach the mountains! Now that he has seen the height, that musician sang a song. He sang the song of his life, which became the music of his heart."

All the children gathered in front of me, with beaming eyes, waiting for my song. Even their parents accompanied them while listening to the strums of my harp.

"Ah, yes, there was once a little boy…," I said, and told them my story.

The song was about my life and how I climbed my way here. If it were not for my experiences, I would not have become a bard.