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There used to be a hero in the past, and he was a great hero who slayed dragons.

Prince of the Netherlands. Brave and noble, anyone is full of praise for his majestic looks, winning numerous honors.

The men came to him to become his subordinates, and the women poured out their love for him.

The heroes also responded to their expectations.

He barely had any time to rest, just kept looking for a fight. No, it's not that he's looking to fight, it's that the fight hasn't let go of him and his mighty power.

Obtained the famous sword Balmung from the Nibelungen and bathed in the blood of the evil dragon (Fafnqna) to obtain the flesh of steel.

Invincible sword and invincible body - countless battles thirst for his participation, and it can be said that it is a matter of course. There is no stain on his career, and his life is simply gorgeous.

However, he was just too heroic – too heroic. Whenever someone asks for it, he responds. Whenever someone knelt down and begged, he would always hold their hand.

If someone asks him to kill the dragon, he will kill the dragon, and if someone wants to hold a beautiful woman without going against anyone's wishes, he racks his brains to find a way to do it for the other party. There is no distinction between good and evil in this process...... That's a wish-like way of living. He always thought it would be nice to just do it. In the final analysis, good and evil are only a matter of position.

The bureaucrats who had filled their pockets cried to him that his family had been killed, and he avenged the other party.

For the villagers who are struggling on the verge of poverty. Ignored simply because they didn't make a claim.

Because if you don't, it becomes endless. It is impossible to encompass everything in the world between your arms. So, whenever someone asks for it, he responds, and he just sticks to the decision.

Actions are not based on one's own will, and fighting is not one's own preference. In doing so, the hero suddenly realizes that he has no idea what he is expecting. There is neither hope nor dream. Nor can they paint their own future in their minds. Obviously, some people regard heroes as their ideal existence, but the heroes themselves have lost their ideals.

- What a deception, it's like the gears can't bite into each other. If you respond to a request, you will become unaware of what you are seeking, which is a natural result.

Despite being lost and hesitant. But even so – he believes that at the end of the road there will be something to gain. Believe in what you will get at the finish line. Heroes can only keep fighting.

There has been no defeat, and it is simply impossible. Since victory is desired, no matter how much suffering and despair he has to overcome, he still holds victory firmly in his hands in the end.

Victory. Victory. There is only victory. "I hope you can help defeat that monster", "Please save our village", "Please defeat our enemies", "I want that mountain", "I want that beauty", "I want that country". - There are as many wishes as there are people, and only the part of the request is granted.

That's literally a "holy grail" called a hero. It doesn't matter so - that's what the hero thinks. Because it's a joy to be thanked by others.

Seeing others pleading with them with desperate expressions. It's only natural that the heart is touched.

So he did it all the time - and eventually even accomplished the great feat of slaying the dragon. Somewhere in the heart is open, a hole is opened. There was nothing in the cavern, just a large empty space open up.

Obviously deeply in love with the world.

Obviously in love with the world.

However, this emptiness alone cannot be filled in any way.

The hero's name is-

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It's hell here, it must be, it must be.

Never admit that this was once your home.

Countless corpses wandered around the streets, streets and buildings seemed to be covered with a shadow of filth, the gloomy sky, the bloodstained streets were littered with stumps and indistinguishable garbage, the cars were parked in the middle of the road, the hoods of the cars were lonely and smoked, and it was not known if the road would explode because of a little flame, or if the moment would come when the surviving humans would collapse completely.

At that time, the world realm did not belong to them at all.

And yet—

Are you still human?

The girl stared blankly at her hands. It's not fair-skinned, but she's a hygienic person, so it's impossible for her hands to have dry blood stains.

A memory from the past has vanished, and it seems that during the time she lost consciousness and memory, the world has completely degenerated into a hellish scene that humans do not understand.

What kind of mood should we have to face it? The girl was at a loss.

Maybe now wasn't the time to think about that, as the group of ghouls were approaching her, as if they had been the result of some inadvertent movement when she had just regained consciousness.

But she soon discovers that there is no point in escaping.

The group of corpses, who were not at all sluggish, ignored her as if they were taken for granted, and walked past her as if they were invisible.

But I don't think it's ignoring, it's that I don't want to kill her.

Isn't it strange that the corpse that had clearly walked in front of her bypassed her, describing this as ignorance?

"What the hell should I do," the girl let out a slow breath, her expression very lonely quickly overshadowed by sadness.

"Father and Mother"

That's when —

"Didn't you immediately think of suicide, you are in good spirits, what good happened?"

Without warning, a voice suddenly sounded behind me.

It's the same feeling as the protagonist of a horror movie encountering something that science can't explain.

Thriller!

The girl almost fell to the ground, but she still took a few steps forward, and then sat on the ground in embarrassment, looking up at the person who was supposed to be talking.

"Hey, the reaction is a little exaggerated, as a dead apostle, even those trash don't dare to touch you casually, so why be afraid of any ghosts and ghosts?"

It was enough to break the ordinary world's view of the world, just like the knight who ran out of the movie, a majestic knight's suit, red and white colors, and two double swords at the waist that felt like they came from the hands of goblins.

Although he wears a hood, even if you look up from below, you can't see his appearance clearly, and you can only tell that he is male by his voice.

"Who are you?"

The girl tried her best to suppress her panic, but despite this, her voice seemed hoarse as if she hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Me? I'm Asssassin. Yes, it's the Great Demon King of Ayn Grant. The man thought about it, and although his tone was serious, he always felt that the other party was teasing him.

Hearing the word 'Demon King', she couldn't help but shrink her pupils.

"Did you do all this?"

I couldn't help but blurt out.

"These?" The man was a little unsure, so if he took off his hood, he might be able to see him raise his eyebrows.

"Oh, do you mean ghouls? I'm sorry, but that's what my master did. ”

"So, you're in the same group?"

The girl subconsciously clenched her fists, she is not a person who likes to be angry, but

"Let's just put it that way."

The man whispered.

The moment the words just fell.

The girl suddenly ejected from the ground, and regardless of her posture, she punched the man with all her might. The force was so great that the air whistled sharply, something that even an adult, even a trained boxer, could not do.

And yet—

The man's head was sideways, and he dodged it, without even a trace of superfluous movements, and the angle was just right, and the so-called difference was a thousand miles, which was also an extremely delicate technique.

"What!"

The girl didn't expect that with such a fast fist, the other party would be able to dodge, and even he was shocked by Lu Dao's punch.

But it's too late to regret it. With all his strength, it is impossible to get it back with one punch.

At her level, even a temporary change of direction would not have been possible.

By the time she reacted, she was already lying on the ground in a large shape.

The man looked down at her and asked:

"What's your name?"

The girl couldn't say what mood she was in, as if she was spitting out the depression in her heart.

"Ayaka Sajo." (To be continued......)