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The Vengeful Deity's Chosen Hero

William was left in front of the orphanage gates when he was only a new born child. The orphanage's nun found him inside a basket , a red ruby with image of a mighty black dragon raping itself around a red black colour sword image was drawn on it. There were some trails of blood and foot prints outside the orphanage gates but no dead body found. The nun assumed that some people where chasing after the person who left this baby here. and that person was heavily wounded by their chasers and to protected this child they must have gone somewhere else to confuse their chasers. The nun who was the caretaker of the orphanage had taken William under her and was taking care of William with other children at orphanage. The orphanage was sponsored by the baron of the city Manalo but due to corruption, the money received by the orphanage was very little, even then the nun was somehow managing the orphanage by treating sick people with her holy magic and sometimes she also do home visits. The nun was a 30 year's old kind lady who had given up her priestess position in church and came to this orphanage to take care of the children's because she wanted to feel the blessing of becoming a mother as she never had her own child because churches never permits marriage of any priest or priestess, as to use holy magic the one has to have a pure body and have affinity of holy magic. There are holy knights who also have to follow this rule to use their holy powers but there are some exceptions such as heroes. Yes, here in this world we have heroes and people also uses magic and healing magic is only can be performed by the priests and holy knights but there are some special ones who can also heal them self's and hold strong powers given by the gods and we call them Heroes or Gods chosen one and here in this world, we have 12 heroes chosen by the 12 different gods and each god has a Empire who believes and offer there prayers to them and in retune the god chose a person among the people of their Emperies and give powers to that person to fight against the invaders of other world which also have 12 demon gods who send their champions to conquer this was going on from 10,000 years and after every 1000 years Gods choses their Heroes. The hero selection ends after 18 years from its starts , a very large bell rang when the selection starts and there are total 12 bells had been placed at every head church of the 12 Gods these bells are called world announcers because when even a single bell ranges its sound can be heard to the every corner of the world. The bells 2 times simultaneously after every 1000 years first time all the bells rang simultaneously to inform everyone of starting of the selections of heroes and every person who born on this year already become a hero candidate second time it rang simultaneously when the selection was over it happens after 18 years from the first bell rang and in between the bell rang when a god chosen a hero but this time only a single bell rang came out from the respective god's head church and the head priestess or priest can hear the name of the chosen hero and their location and to confirms the chosen hero's identity the priests/priestess asks the hero to show their stigma on their body which is given by the gods to their chosen heroes and the priest or priestess can also confirm it if the hero can also activates the holy weapon or not. the holy weapons are passed down from generation to generation to heroes and these weapons' are given to the holy priest or priestess who haves the responsibility to keep it safe in the meantime until the next owner of the weapon chosen. The names of chosen heroes and their where about are kept hidden by the head church from other empires and also from the other god's churches.

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Please Sir!! I am begging you!!!

In the bustling city of Manalo, a boy sprinted towards the grand church, his breath ragged and his body exhausted. Determination etched across his face, he reached the entrance gate, eager to enter as swiftly as possible. However, his path was obstructed by the stern-faced guard on duty.

"Why do you stop me from entering the church? There's an emergency! Please, let me in!" the boy pleaded desperately, his voice filled with urgency.

The guard met the boy's gaze with a cold stare and retorted, "This place is reserved for those with money, not for beggars like you. Go elsewhere, kid."

"But... but I have money!" the boy protested, reaching into his pocket and producing a pouch filled with gleaming gold coins. He hoped that displaying his wealth would convince the guard to grant him entry.

Upon laying eyes on the pouch, the guard's greed took hold, and a devious plan began to form in his mind. Snatching the pouch from the boy's hand, he sneered, "Where did you come across such riches, boy?"

The boy, witnessing his pouch being snatched away before his very eyes, erupted in fury. His words dripped with anger as he demanded, "Give that back to me!"

"Tch! Quit your noise, kid. Go beg somewhere else!" the guard scoffed dismissively before delivering a harsh punch to the boy's abdomen.

Bent over in agony, the boy writhed on the ground, coughing up blood. Meanwhile, the guard prepared to make his exit, paying no mind to the boy's suffering. However, with a surge of determination, the boy dashed towards the guard's legs, clinging onto them with all his might.

"Please, sir! I beg you to return what's rightfully mine. This money is meant to save someone's life!" the boy implored, his grip unyielding as he desperately clung to the guard's legs.

Struggling to free himself, the guard attempted to shake off the boy's grasp, but the boy refused to release his hold. With increasing pressure, he beseeched the guard, "Sir, if you agree to help me in treating someone, you can have this money. I promise to be your lifelong servant."

The guard ceased his struggles, casting a scrutinizing gaze upon the determined boy. He inquired, "Who is this person you speak of? Is it a woman?"

Hearing these words, the boy's hope flickered. Perhaps the guard would finally listen, showing him mercy and offering assistance. With a brief smile, barely noticeable against the ground where his face had been bowed, the boy replied, "Yes, sir. She is a 10-year-old girl. She is suffering from-"

Before the boy could finish his sentence, the guard interrupted with a mocking tone, spitting in the boy's face. He uttered vile words that pierced through the boy's heart, "Send her to me when she grows older. After spending a night or two with her, I might find it in me to cure her. If she pleases me enough, she might even become my slave instead of you."

Enraged by the guard's repugnant words, a gust of wind suddenly swept through, and a crimson line materialized on the guard's hand, followed by a sickening thud. Blood sprayed from the guard's severed limb, his eyes wide with horror and pain. Collapsing to the ground, he howled in agony, his screams piercing the air.

Witnessing the guard's distress, the church gates swung open, and a nobleman emerged, flanked by four guards. Observing the injured guard, his missing hand drenched in blood, the nobleman turned to his subordinates and commanded, "Take him inside the church and seek aid from the priest. Hurry!"

Following his orders, the guards swiftly escorted the injured guard into the church for medical assistance. With the commotion subsiding, the nobleman's gaze fell upon the unconscious boy, lying in a daze beside a hand stained in crimson.

Approaching the motionless figure, the nobleman halted, planting his foot beside the boy's head. Curiosity danced in his eyes as he spoke, "How did you manage this? Why did you do it?" Initially resembling an intrigued child, his expression soon shifted to one of indifference. "Regardless of your reasons, the church will not let you escape unpunished."

"Mind your own business," he muttered to himself, preparing to turn away. However, he abruptly halted, a look of astonishment etched on his face. "Wind elemental user?!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with realization.

"Now I understand how you accomplished this feat without any formal magical training." Consumed by excitement, he momentarily forgot his noble demeanor, letting out a crazed laugh that mirrored that of an adventurous soul who had stumbled upon a great treasure. Recollecting himself, he coughed, feigning composure. "Excuse me."

His eyes shimmered with anticipation as he focused on the boy, proclaiming, "You're coming with me, boy! Hahahaha!" Laughter burst forth from his lips, akin to that of a delirious explorer who had finally discovered a hidden trove.

Realizing his lapse in decorum, he coughed once more, this time disguising his actions as an innocent interruption. "Excuse me."

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