I opened my eyes.


    Everything was… different.


    The light, the air, the world itself felt clearer than ever before. Yet, my mind was clouded. Something was wrong. My chest burned as if I had just been set on fire, and the pain was all too real.


    I slowly sat up, trying to process my surroundings.


    Towering stone pillars loomed over me. Stained glass windows cast eerie colors across the vast hall. Golden decorations shimmered under the candlelight.


    A… church?


    I barely had time to comprehend my situation before I noticed the people around me.


    A group of men in heavy robes knelt before me, their eyes filled with a mixture of awe, fear, and confusion.


    Then, one of them spoke.


    “The Sixth Hero has arrived!”


    …Hero?


    My thoughts froze.


    That… doesn’t sound right.


    The last thing I remembered was visiting a shrine in Japan as a tourist. I was just messing around, whispering a few random wishes:


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    "I wish I could be strong."


    "I wish I had a harem."


    "I wish I had an epic life."


    Nothing serious, just for fun.


    Yet now… I was here?


    "No… this can''t be real."


    Before I could process the situation, an older priest stepped forward. He held a small ornate bottle, gently tilting it to let a few drops of liquid fall onto me.


    Holy water?


    The moment it touched my skin, a golden crest flared on my chest.


    The priests all held their breath.


    But then—


    The golden crest burned red.


    A deep, crimson light swallowed it whole.


    The old priest immediately recoiled.


    "Get him out of here. Now."


    The room fell into a hushed panic.


    "But—! The summoning should be flawless!"


    "That light… what does it mean?"


    Before I could ask what the hell was going on, two men grabbed me by the arms and began dragging me toward the exit.


    I struggled slightly, but something told me it was useless.


    As we reached the church doors, the high priest suddenly raised his hand.


    "Wait."


    The men stopped, and the old priest stepped forward, looking directly into my eyes.


    His expression was unreadable as he spoke:


    "Your life will not last much longer."


    A cold chill ran down my spine.


    "What…?"


    The priest continued.


    "The gods summoned six heroes to save this world. But during the summoning ritual, the sixth hero died."


    Died?


    "Yet, the gods revived him."


    He paused.


    "And the summoning magic… sought a replacement. That replacement was you."


    I stood there, frozen.


    "But the sixth hero is already alive once more. Which means…"


    "You are unnecessary."


    The words hit me like a knife.


    "You were not meant to be here, and as punishment… the gods have placed a curse upon you."


    I swallowed hard.


    "A curse…?"


    The priest sighed, his expression dark.


    "You will slowly wither away. Your body will weaken, your life will fade, and eventually, you will die."


    I felt my heartbeat slow.


    "That''s… not possible."


    The priest simply held out a small vial, pressing it into my palm.


    "This is all we can do for you."


    I stared at the tiny bottle, its faint liquid swirling inside.


    "It will ease the pain," the priest continued. "But nothing more. If I were you, I''d find a quiet place… and accept your fate."


    And with that—


    I was thrown out.


    ---


    The doors slammed shut behind me.


    I lay there, cold stone pressing against my back.


    A filthy, disease-ridden city stretched out before me.


    Thin, starving figures wandered the streets. Cries of the sick and dying echoed in the distance.


    And above all—


    A searing pain erupted in my chest once more.


    I gritted my teeth.


    "…I don''t want to die."


    But in this world…


    Was survival even possible?