How do I save the world if I'm no longer a hero?

I crossed over, but I happened to see my friend Zack's most miserable thing!

Zach's blood spilled all over the carpet of the throne, and demonic laughter echoed in his ears. His last remaining allies were in shambles.

Slowly, he tried to stand up and hold the magic sword. It can't just end like this. No, after they've lost everything, after all their lives have been burned, things can't end like this. He slowly looked up at the monster in front of him, the monster he had once called a friend, now controlled by that demonic psychic magic, wielding the sword of their dead ally. "I ...... It won't-"

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence at all. With one movement, the sword of his dead comrade slashed at his throat. When he fell for the last time, time seemed to slow down.

How is it? How did it all come to this? They have been through so much, how could he fail?

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"Wake up!" A voice said.

His eyes slowly opened, staring into the darkness. He seemed to be lying on some kind of stone platform. Was it all a dream? Maybe it's another vision of a time loop?

"Nope! It all happened," the voice said, sad, or at least a mockery of sadness.

He sat up sharply, panic burning in his chest. Then he saw where the sound was coming from. A little man with a hood. "How can I still be alive?"

"You don't. You're dead. Your friend is dead. The last people must obey the will of the demon lords. The gods are cut off from the world, and for a few hundred years, all life there will be lost forever. So, who knows? Perhaps the Demon King will find a way to escape, travel to a new world, and start a new story of destruction. ”

"What if...... If this is true, where am I? What do you do? Are you one of the gods? Yes - "

"No, no, no. I'm not a god at all. I think I'm a person in the middle. ”

At that moment, three hooded figures, one tall and one short, all mixed together. "It can't be, you're-"

"Definitely. Three sisters. What enveloped that world was such an unfortunate fate. That's not to say the journey was enjoyable. No, so many errors. So many people died. Honestly, it's a real shame. The hooded man shook his head.

He felt guilty. Serious mistakes, all because of his stupidity, his pride. His selfishness. If he could keep his head clear, avoid temptation, and not allow himself to be distracted, then so much heartache and pain could have been avoided.

"Of course, the whole planet is doomed, and everyone you know and care about will die a tragic death without any chance of peace, but that is no reason to blame yourself. Well, well, I guess that's a good enough reason to beat yourself. ”

He sighed softly and shook his head. He didn't expect the embodiment of time and fate to sound so small. "Then why did you bring me here?" He asked. "Are you my guide to the afterlife?"

"Oh my God, no. What afterlife? ”

"What? I want to-"

"Everything is gone. Gods, souls, worlds. When I say gone forever, I mean forever. Now you have nowhere to go. This road was cut off by your own hands, remember? ”

The words came to him like a tidal wave. He failed. He failed in every sense of the word. Despite his efforts to stop everything, all he did was destroy everyone.

"But that's a terrible ending, isn't it? Even boring. That's not what we want. After all, if everything is gone, there won't be so much time to cycle evil spells to imprison you, and if we don't have a goal, we'll disappear too. ”

"I don't understand," he whispered, staring at the figure.

"Second chance, hero. An opportunity to correct mistakes. We can't repair the damage ourselves. However, all we can do is send you back as if it never happened. "Rebooted again? No! I'm going crazy! My fellow Rian will 。。。。。 too

"Where are you sending me back? This! ”

"Yes. But it won't really send you back. A withered and old hand stretched out from the air. Suddenly, a silver thread seemed to appear in front of him. And then, there are thousands. Million. Billions. It's impossible to count. However, all the clues seem to be related to this one one. Soon after it was over, everyone else followed. "At least, not exactly. More just changed some of the earlier threads. Something has to change. ”

"How?" He asked.

"Then it's up to you! Isn't that exciting? No one can change their fate. Now, in your last life, you were an incredible magical swordsman. At the age of four, you slaughtered half a pack of robbers on your own. When you were a kid, you killed the Reflection Trolls. You have killed even the gods. His whole body tensed. Oh no, it's a bit cruel to me, isn't it? I guess that's when everything starts to go bad, isn't it? Do you really think that getting rid of the gods will save everything? ”

"I did."

"Well, you're wrong. Sucks, isn't it? ”

He could barely suppress a roar of frustration at the god's dismissive attitude.

"You can't do it again, or you'll go down the same path."

"Uh......" Suddenly a stack of cards fell in front of him. He carefully picked them up and stared.

Choose from them. Your talent. Your logo. Choose who you will become. Let's see if we can have a better loop story this time, can we? ”

He nodded. He won't fail this time. He will save them. He will save everyone.

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"Wow, you're a terrible archer, you know?" The masked man chuckled. "Even if you're a hero, it's vile and shameful."

"Please don't remind me......" he whispered, clutching his chest and tears rolling down his face. He could still feel the spear piercing deep into his heart.

"It doesn't matter. Over here. We will try again. Choose your cards. ”

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He flipped through the cards again, and the pain of being melted alive by the magic of the mind was still vivid. There must be something he can do.

He goes through this cycle over and over again. Thousands of times?!

The world is over. Whether it's a demon king or a mad god, it's always the end of the world. He always fails. He always tries to stop everything. However, the most frustrating thing is that he can't change anything. There was nothing he could work out. Even when some part of his life has changed, he always fails to realize who can be trusted,

Until it's too late. Sometimes the person who hurts him is the person closest to him, and sometimes it is the person he hurts.

"Now I've done it at least a thousand times," he whispered.

"Of course it feels like this, doesn't it?" The voice of fate couldn't be more familiar.

But whatever he is, it always seems to let him down. To make matters worse, as he walks through a strange cycle of heroic failure, he finds himself attacked by strange thoughts. He looked at the card for a long time before he spoke. "Is this the only way?" He finally asked.

"Is this the only way? Do I have to keep fighting, keep dying? Will my other friend, and ,,,,,, have to pay for my failures again and again? ”

"Okay, then send me back with spiritual power! Bring back the memory of who I am! His voice grew angry, too.

Finally, the masked man shook his head. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't have those memories. We have to create a new string for this. ”

"Can you?"

There was a long silence before the cards disappeared. "Oh, hero. You know no. I can. But you'll lose a lot of memories. ”

"That's—"

"No, you don't understand...... "The hand seemed to reach out and grasp the silver thread." You're talented, hero. A powerful magic warrior. Capable, powerful. As a mage, your spells are earth-shattering. As a warrior, you can cut through the waves. No one can oppose you, you have the power to kill the Titans, equal to all those who are chosen. But a new thread? You're going to lose it all. You own your knowledge. You'll be normal. Become a secular villain. ”

"Most people are normal people."

"Heroes, most people don't carry the whole world on their shoulders. If you do, you may not have any ability to solve the problem. Can you accept it?

There was silence for a long time before the figure nodded. "I can. However, the ......" card reappeared. Distinct. Or hundreds. "If you do, everything will change. You're going to die, hero. From your death, new life will be born. One filled with all your skills, your mind, and ultimately your memory...... But without your strength. A person with infinite talent, but his body can't do a lot of what you can do right now

You may not even be able to grasp everything that is happening. It will take you many years to awaken all your memories and even make you realize who you are. You may not fully comprehend everything you are experiencing

On top of that, if you do, another hero may never appear again. Are you really willing to take that risk? ”

"You only get one chance, hero. If you do, you won't be able to go back. Once. Who you are will be remembered. Once that thread ends, it can't be reorganized.

A new life will be your only chance... There is no turning back. Your form, your body, will be molded according to what you most desire to be and will be shaped by the Holy Spirit of the choices you make now.

He nodded, staring at the card again. He was blessed by the gods, what would it be like to be a normal person? Can he try again? Can he make some choices, some small changes that will allow him to save the world and keep who he is? Is what is about to happen really more important than the power he has at his disposal?

He sighed softly and began to make his choice. He couldn't let his friends suffer again. He can't destroy the world again.

"I will believe in the chosen one."

"Good. Oh, and want to be a swordsman again? Yes, I guess this blade will always suit you. But this will be your last attempt, hero. Please, don't destroy the world anymore, okay? ”

It was the last word he heard before he was reborn for the last time.