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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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Modred and Rain vs Arthur

The sounds of swords clashing together echoed throughout the hallway. I didn't know why, but my Excalibur finally gave me a fighting chance against Modred. This power was the strongest that entered my body yet, considering my fighting experience. If I could guess it, my system granted me the strength to stop my friend from fighting me.

Fenrir couldn't join our fight, since we moved too fast for her eyes. Thanks to Meliodas' enhancement spell, my body zoomed quicker than usual. And since my system granted me some additional powers, nobody could help me.

I coated my sword with black magic to aid me in this battle. Every strike I made vibrated Modred's sword, which sent him back. 

Within a few tries, Modred rushed towards me and repeated the same moves. Beads of sweat showered my eyes as he desperately scrambled against me. Even though I had the advantage, Modred kept up with my ability.