《Trapped in Yet Another Stupid World!!》


 Meeting an Idiot God!

    Slowly, he opened his eyes, his head throbbing with a sharp, unbearable pain as if it were on the verge of exploding. His body refused to cooperate¡ªevery movement was clumsy, heavy, like dragging himself through molasses. He felt as though a million volts of electricity had surged through every fiber of his being, leaving him completely numb.


    With great effort, he managed to prop himself up, raising his upper body while trying to focus his gaze. What he saw only left him more disoriented. Everything felt upside down¡ªor at least that was the impression. Yet, he could feel the solid ground beneath his feet. Around him stretched an impossible sight: countless floating islands suspended in every direction, spinning slowly in an endless void.


    There was no "up" or "down." Only fragments of land hovering in a chaotic, eternal dance. The sky¡ªor whatever it could be called¡ªwas even more unsettling: a bizarre canvas of white, web-like threads stretching endlessly, with vibrant, pulsating colors glowing between them in an almost hypnotic manner.


    "What the hell is going on?" he shouted.


    His voice swallowed by the silence of the void. Feeling slowly returned to his limbs, but it came with an intense, burning pain. Despite this, he forced himself to stand, his movements sluggish as if invisible chains were wrapped around his body.


    He trudged forward until he reached the edge of the island he was on, the weight on his legs making every step an effort. Suddenly, a small rock drifted past him, and he felt a strange pull toward it¡ªan invisible force tugging at him.


    The realization struck him like lightning. He turned to face another nearby island, crouched, and leapt toward it. Normally, a jump of such distance would have been impossible for any human, but as he had guessed, the island''s pull drew him toward it.


    "Gravitational forces," he muttered with a smirk of satisfaction as he landed safely on the new island. The moment his feet touched the ground, the heaviness vanished. His body felt light, almost as though he were floating, and walking became effortless, like moving through water. "Every piece of land here has its own gravity... This place is insane."


    Driven by curiosity rather than logic, he began leaping from one floating island to another, hoping to find some clue as to where he was. The place seemed to have no rules. Some islands had such weak gravity that he could bound across them in a single jump, while others were so heavy it felt as if the ground itself was trying to devour him.


    As he progressed, he noticed something even stranger. The islands weren''t just floating aimlessly¡ªthey all seemed to drift in the same direction, as though following an invisible current. Intrigued, he decided to follow this path. Eventually, he arrived at the center of a massive cluster of islands and floating debris spiraling like a vortex.


    At the center of this chaotic swirl was a glowing sphere of light, radiating an intense brilliance. "A star?" he murmured, but something about it felt off. The sphere wasn''t much larger than a house, yet the gravity it emitted was immense¡ªso powerful that he felt the air around him being pulled toward it, tugging at his clothes as if trying to draw him in.


    Even more unnerving was the eerie calm that pervaded the space. "It''s so quiet," he thought, his surroundings suspended in an unnatural stillness, as if time itself had stopped. "Why is the gravity here so¡­ strange?"


    "Because you don''t belong here."


    The voice boomed directly into his mind, an overwhelming sound that almost knocked him to his knees. It was deafening, like the universe itself was speaking. He turned sharply toward the source, his head still throbbing, and there it was.


    A towering figure loomed before him, easily three meters tall. Its dark, bronze skin was offset by a mane of stark white hair that spilled down like a frozen storm. Orbiting around it were small black holes, rotating with the precision of planets circling a sun. Its piercing gaze locked onto him; eyes marked with the symbol ¦¸ in place of pupils¡ªeyes that seemed to see through time itself.


    "Impressive, isn''t it?" the being said with a smirk, though the expression carried no warmth. The air around it rippled as if reality were bending under its presence. Gravity itself seemed to warp at its command, and the atmosphere grew dense, threatening to crush him.


    The young man stood frozen in place, his mind struggling to comprehend the impossibility before him. What kind of being could command the very fabric of space like this? His breath hitched as he tried to make sense of it.


    Without warning, the figure raised a hand, and the young man was lifted off the ground. He floated helplessly, flailing as the being manipulated him with simple gestures, sending him careening through the air. His body struck several floating rocks, which crumbled into dust upon impact. Finally, he landed hard on an expansive island, sprawling across its endless, barren surface.


    Disoriented and nauseous, he struggled to his feet, his entire body aching from the ordeal. He turned his head, only to find the figure standing beside him as if it had teleported. Panic surged through him, and he stumbled backward.


    "Well, you''re still conscious," the figure said, a grin of superiority on its face. Its tone was almost mocking, as if it were amazed the young man hadn''t passed out from its display of power.


    The young man gasped for breath, his mind racing to process what had just happened. "What¡­ what the hell was that?" he stammered, his stomach churning from the erratic movements and crushing pressure he had just endured.


    The figure stepped closer, and instinctively, the young man retreated further, his every sense screaming danger. "What are you?" he asked, his voice trembling.


    The figure chuckled, clearly amused by his confusion. "Where are we?" the young man demanded, desperation creeping into his tone.


    The figure raised its hand again, and an invisible force slammed the young man into the ground, pressing him face-first against the dirt.


    "You''re everywhere and nowhere all at once," the figure replied, spreading its arms wide as if to emphasize the boundless expanse.


    "That''s not a damn answer!" the young man yelled, struggling to lift himself under the crushing weight. His hands trembled as he fought against the force.


    "Oh, I see," the figure said, its tone dripping with sarcasm. "You''re one of those who doesn''t take hints, huh? What an idiot." With a flick of its wrist, it released him from the oppressive gravity.


    The young man gasped for air, his body trembling as he pushed himself to his feet.


    "Look, where we are doesn''t matter," the figure continued, brushing off the question with obvious disdain. "What matters is why we''re here." It paused dramatically, clearly reveling in the tension. Then, as if suddenly irritated, it asked, "What''s your name, mortal?"


    The young man froze. His mind was a blank slate¡ªno name, no memories, nothing. He instinctively clutched his head, pressing his fingers against his skull as though trying to force a fragment of memory to surface. But there was nothing. Only emptiness.


    The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon."Amnesia?" the figure scoffed; irritation evident in its voice. "How clich¨¦." Its tone was a mix of contempt and boredom. After a moment of studying him, it sighed in annoyance. "You must''ve fried your brain when you died. Great, this complicates things."


    "When I died?" The young man''s eyes widened as he stared at his hands, as if they didn''t belong to him. The weight of the words hit him like a hammer. "I''m¡­ dead? Does that mean you''re¡­?"


    "God?" the being interrupted, their voice dripping with clear annoyance. "No, I''m not God, but I''m close. I''m¡­ something more complex than that. But these aren''t explanations you need right now."


    After a brief pause, the being continued, a smirk on their face, a mix of amusement and disdain.


    "Well, since you don''t remember anything, I suppose I should give you a name, right? How about¡­ Ezra?"


    The young man furrowed his brow, clearly uncomfortable.


    "Ezra?" he repeated with irritation.


    The being shrugged, utterly indifferent.


    "Not to your liking? Fine, let''s try another. Soto? Carmilio? Gregorio? Kazuma?" they said, throwing out names carelessly while gesturing dramatically. The young man''s expression didn''t change: a blend of confusion and frustration. "Rudeus, maybe? No¡­ that sounds like the name of a pervert."


    The young man put his hand to his face, sighing with exasperation.


    "All those names are awful," he said, his tone dripping with resignation.


    "Oh, you''re picky," the being replied, crossing their arms and tilting their head as if judging him. "In my opinion, all human names sound ridiculous."


    Suddenly, their eyes lit up with a spark of mockery, as if they''d had a revelation.


    "I''ve got it! Daion. It means ''electricity'' in the language of the gods."


    A mocking smile spread across their face as they watched the young man''s reaction, who seemed even more bewildered.


    "Electricity? Why electricity?" the young man asked, trying to make sense of the choice.


    The being let out an exaggerated sigh, as though the question were the most absurd thing in the world.


    "Again, with your pointless questions," he said disdainfully. "Daion sounds good, doesn''t it? Plus, you don''t have many other options."


    "Stop beating around the bush and answer already. What the hell do you want from me?" Daion demanded, standing up to face the being, a mix of anger and frustration in his stance.


    The god observed him with curiosity before letting out a long sigh.


    "Finally, a decent question," he said, as if genuinely surprised.


    Daion clenched his teeth but stayed silent, waiting for a clear answer.


    "You died," the god began, walking calmly from side to side, as if imparting a lesson to a particularly slow child. "That means your soul, technically, no longer belongs to you. It''s the property of the universe. And I¡­ well, let''s just say I have the ability to ''borrow'' whatever I please from the universe." The god stopped and looked at him with exasperation.


    "I need you to do something important for me. Is that clear?"


    Daion frowned, crossing his arms.


    "It''s not," he replied.


    The god snorted, clearly irritated.


    "Are you sure you''re not a little slow?" he muttered to themselves, though loud enough for Daion to hear. "Let me break it down for you: How do you call someone who does something for another person who won''t do it for themselves?"


    "A messenger?" Daion replied, his tone sharp, eyes filled with disdain.


    The god glared at him, clearly offended.


    "No, idiot. Something more¡­ epic."


    he stopped, tilting their head as if searching for the right words.


    "A hero. That''s it."


    Daion shook his head.


    "That''s not what ''hero'' means."


    The god stood up straight, clearly losing patience.


    "Will you shut up?" the god snapped; their tone as sharp as the gravity they seemed to control. "There are many definitions of a hero, but that doesn''t matter. Here''s what does: there''s a world in danger, being invaded by corrupt beasts. What you, in your limited understanding, would call monsters and demons. I need you to be the hero that world needs."


    Daion raised an eyebrow, processing the information with distrust.


    "I think I get it. This sounds like the stories I used to hear¡­" He paused, as if trying to remember something more specific. "Does that mean I''m some kind of chosen one?"


    The god let out a dry laugh, laced with sarcasm.


    "Chosen? Please. You''re the fifth I''ve sent there, not counting the ones sent by other gods."


    "So, I''m just another random human you picked?"


    "Basically."


    Daion clenched his fists, frustrated.


    "And how the hell do you expect me to save a world I don''t even know? And why can''t you do it yourself?"


    The god raised an eyebrow, as if vaguely impressed.


    "Look at you, asking relevant questions now." Their tone dripped with mockery as they circled Daion, sizing him up. "I''ll answer just one. I''m not sending you to that world with this puny mortal body. I''m not that cruel." They stopped for a moment, as if thinking, before muttering to themselves. "Although, you wouldn''t be much use when everyone there can use omega energy."


    Before Daion could ask what that meant, the god snapped their fingers. Suddenly, a dark glove appeared in their hand, adhering to their skin as if it had always been part of them. In front of Daion, a two-handed sword materialized out of nowhere, floating with a sinister aura and a simple but unsettling design.


    "This is my gift for your help," the god announced with a sly smile.


    Daion looked at the weapons warily, trying to make sense of it all.


    "It''s an artifact that''ll make my life easier, right? Like one of those stories¡­ my advantage?"


    The god laughed derisively.


    "Easier? Advantage? Not at all." he leaned in, with an intensity that seemed to pierce Daion''s very soul. "Let''s just say I''ve made things more¡­ equal."


    Daion frowned but nodded slowly.


    "Alright¡­ how do they work?"


    For the first time, the god seemed genuinely amused.


    "Ah, a last good question. Maybe you''re not so stupid after all." But their tone quickly turned mocking again. "Too bad I can''t waste more time explaining it. Figure it out yourself."


    "What? Wait¡­"


    Before Daion could finish his sentence, the god snapped their fingers once more. The ground beneath Daion opened up, revealing a vast green landscape in the distance. The young man felt gravity betray him as he fell helplessly into the unknown.


    "Wait, you son of¡­!" Daion yelled, but his voice was swallowed by the wind.


    The god, still smiling, watched the void as the young man disappeared.


    "Good luck, ''hero''," he said with a mocking tone, emphasizing the last word as if it were an inside joke.


    As Daion plummeted, he looked up, furious and terrified. With all the air in his lungs, he threw one last declaration toward the god.


    "Son of a bitch!"

 Falling into the "charming" fantasy world

    Daion tumbled through the sky, flailing helplessly as the unforgiving wind tossed him around. Fear gripped him as the ground rushed closer with terrifying speed. Judging by the distance, he estimated he was about three kilometers above the surface.


    His eyes darted over the landscape: in the distance, ruins of cities lay in smoldering despair, their remains shadowed by towering pillars of smoke. To one side, jagged dark mountains loomed over a crimson-hued wasteland, while on the other, lush green fields and majestic peaks painted a starkly different horizon. Above all, a floating mound of earth hovered eerily in the air, like an island defying gravity.


    Directly below him, a small meadow appeared like an oasis amidst a dense, brooding forest. The positioning felt almost deliberate. "That idiotic god probably planned exactly where I''d land," Daion thought bitterly, clinging to his sarcasm to stave off panic.


    He struggled to stabilize himself, but the wind was relentless. Resigned, he shut his eyes and began counting down the seconds until impact. Yet just before he collided with the earth, his fall halted abruptly, leaving him suspended five meters above the ground. He hovered momentarily before being unceremoniously dropped onto his back, the impact leaving a dull ache throughout his body.


    "Did you really think I''d let you escape so easily?" a mocking voice echoed in his mind. Then, silence. Only the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft murmur of water filled the quiet that followed.


    "Go to hell," Daion muttered, wincing as he sat up. His surroundings felt like they had been plucked straight from a fairy tale¡ªvivid green grass, vibrant flowers, and towering trees forming a natural barrier around the meadow. Nearby, a crystal-clear lake shimmered in the sunlight, its centerpiece a striking statue.


    A few meters away, the sword the god had given him landed with a dull thud. Daion approached it but hesitated to pick it up. Instead, his eyes fell on his right hand, still encased in the strange glove he couldn''t understand. The blue gem embedded in its palm glimmered faintly under the sunlight.


    "Strange," he thought, curiosity overriding his caution as he tried to remove the glove. But it wouldn''t budge. No matter how hard he pulled, the material seemed fussed to his skin, as if it had become a part of him. Even attempting to peel it off caused pain. Frustrated, he grabbed a stick and tried to pry it off, to no avail. Finally, he gave up with a sigh. "Great. Now I look like a biker... forever."


    A rustling sound behind him snapped him out of his thoughts. Grabbing the sword, he spun around and pointed it at the source of the noise. From the tall grass emerged a bizarre creature: a rabbit with round ears and sharp, glinting fangs. It stared at him briefly before bouncing back into the forest. Confused, Daion lowered the blade and sighed.


    Thirst gnawed at him, so he made his way to the lake. The water was impossibly pure, reflecting the strange, green-tinted sky above. As he drank, his gaze lingered on the statue at the lake''s center: a woman with dove-like wings, her solemn figure clutching a sword pointed downward. Below the statue, an inscription caught his attention:


    "Lake of the Summoned."


    He guessed this must be where all the gods'' chosen ones arrived. Yet something about the place felt eerily vacant, as if no living creature dared to approach. The silence was almost unnatural.


    Taking another sip, he noticed his reflection in the water. His short, brown hair looked annoyingly practical, something he felt he might''ve been forced to maintain, though he couldn''t remember why. A faint scar bisected his eyebrow, adding a rugged edge to his otherwise unkempt appearance. But what truly unsettled him were his eyes. They blazed with a bright, almost unnatural blue, like twin flames.


    "Still," he muttered with a wry grin, "not bad looking, huh?"


    He chuckled, but the sound faded quickly as he looked up at the sky. That''s when he noticed something even strange: the swirling green clouds above formed a perpetual vortex, its center marking the spot where he''d fallen. Beyond it, two radiant orbs blazed in the heavens, their brilliance unmistakable. They were stars. This was a binary system.


    For a moment, he stood there, lost in thought. His missing memories, far from distressing him, felt oddly liberating. There was no one to miss, no home too long for. Still, the alien beauty of this world unsettled him, as if it had been crafted specifically to confuse and unnerve him.


    Finally, he stood, brushing water from his hands. His immediate goal was clear: find another human¡ªor at least something intelligent. He needed answers.


    Turning toward the forest, he spotted a thin column of smoke rising in the distance. It was his only lead. Without hesitation, he headed in that direction, moving cautiously into the dense woods.


    As soon as he left the meadow, the air grew heavy, almost suffocating. For a brief, terrifying moment, Daion felt his lungs seize up, as if he couldn''t breathe. He clawed at his throat, panicking. But then, the blue gem on his glove flared to life, and his airways opened, allowing him to breathe freely again.


    "So that''s what this does," he murmured, examining the glove with newfound intrigue. Somehow, it seemed to be adapting his body to this hostile environment.


    The forest was immense, its towering trees stretching so high their tops seemed to vanish into the green-tinged sky. Massive roots jutted out of the ground, turning the terrain into an obstacle course. Yet Daion pressed on, carefully maintaining his course toward the smoke.A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    The forest teemed with life¡ªboth familiar and strange. He saw six-legged elk with sleek coats, massive foxes the size of bears with gleaming horns, and a symphony of unseen birds singing high in the canopy.


    At one point, a large butterfly landed on his shoulder. Its metallic wings shimmered with an ethereal blue glow, their sharp edges giving it an almost weapon-like appearance. Daion brushed it off, uneasy.


    The deeper he ventured, the more he felt watched. Yet he had no choice but to continue.


    At last, he reached the source of the smoke¡ªand stopped dead in his tracks.


    The sight before him was devastating: a village reduced to ruins, its charred remains still smoldering. Blood stained the ground, vivid against the ash. What was once a church stood as a skeletal husk; its holy sanctity violated by the encroaching flames.


    Yet there were no bodies. Despite the overwhelming stench of death, the corpses were missing. That, more than anything, filled him with dread.


    Daion stepped cautiously through the ruins, his sword at the ready. Among the wreckage, he saw fragments of armor, broken spears, and splintered shields. Whatever had attacked this place had left no room for resistance.


    Standing amidst the desolation, he clenched his fists, determination hardening his features. Whatever was going on in this world, he wasn''t going to wait to become its next victim.


    At the end of the crumbled street, Daion spotted what seemed to have once been the town hall. The building had been modified with crude reinforcements, likely as a desperate attempt to withstand the assault¡ªbut even that had failed.


    Daion stepped inside cautiously. The interior was no less horrifying. The floor was littered with shattered weapons, pools of blood, and unrecognizable remains. Viscera clung to the walls like grotesque decorations.


    He ventured deeper into the building until he reached what appeared to be the last line of defense. Unlike the rest of the town, here the bodies of the fallen remained. Men clad in makeshift armor lay lifeless, their expressions frozen in masks of agony and terror.


    "All dead¡­" Daion whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible.


    A weak groan shattered the silence.


    "The h-horde¡­"


    Daion spun around, his heart pounding in his chest. A man lay sprawled on the floor, barely clinging to life. A jagged piece of metal protruded from his abdomen, blood seeping steadily from the wound.


    Daion dropped to his knees beside him. "What do you mean? What happened here?" he demanded, his voice trembling.


    The man let out a bitter, broken laugh, each breath labored. "Isn''t it obvious¡­?" His gaze drifted to the glove on Daion''s right hand, and his eyes narrowed with a mix of disbelief and resentment. "Another summoned one? Really? The gods think sending more children will fix their mess¡­"


    He coughed violently, blood staining his lips. "Damn the gods¡­"


    With those final words, his eyes went lifeless, and his head rolled to the side. He was gone.


    "Damn it!" Daion shouted, his voice echoing through the hollow ruins. Gritting his teeth, he closed the man''s eyes and stood, fists clenched in frustration.


    A sudden noise broke the silent creak of wood, faint but deliberate. It came from above. Daion instinctively glanced up just in time to see a winged figure descending rapidly. In a flash, it landed before him with a thunderous crash.


    The creature was unlike anything Daion had ever seen: a monstrous vampire bat, grotesquely oversized and grotesque in form. Its bloated body twitched with unnatural energy, and its crimson eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty malice.


    Acting on instinct, Daion raised his sword and pointed it at the beast. It moved slowly at first, using its leathery wings as front legs, each step raking the ground with razor-sharp claws.


    "What the hell is that?" Daion muttered, fear choking his voice. His entire body trembled, and the sword in his hands felt heavier with each passing second. He tried to back away, his mind racing for a plan.


    The bat lunged. Daion swung his sword wildly, managing only to graze its thick hide. The creature retaliated with startling speed, knocking him to the ground. Pain erupted in his arm as its fangs sank deep into his flesh, sending waves of agony through his body.


    Through tear-filled eyes, Daion reached desperately for his fallen sword, his fingers barely brushing the hilt. Just as despair began to take hold, the gem embedded in his glove flared with blinding light. The sword leapt into his grasp, as though responding to his will.


    Without thinking, Daion thrust the blade into the beast''s side. The monster screeched, a sound so piercing it rattled his bones, and released its grip on his arm. Seizing the opportunity, he shoved it off and drove the sword into its body again and again.


    The bat''s cries grew weaker until it finally lay still, lifeless.


    Daion collapsed, gasping for air. His left arm throbbed, blood pouring from the deep puncture wounds. He stared at the creature''s corpse, a mixture of relief and nausea churning in his gut.


    "Damn this place¡­" he muttered, cradling his injured arm. "What the hell even was that thing?"


    Before he could gather his thoughts, another sound made him freeze. He turned, and there was another bat-like monster, identical to the first. Its glowing red eyes locked onto him, its hunger palpable.


    Daion gripped his sword tightly, though his strength was waning. He braced for the inevitable attack, knowing his chances of survival were slim.


    Then, a deafening crack rang out. The creature''s head exploded in a burst of gore, its lifeless body crumpling to the ground.


    The metallic echo of a ricocheting bullet filled the air.


    Daion looked toward the source of the shot, his eyes wide with disbelief. Emerging from the shadows was a figure¡ªshorter than him but radiating an aura of danger that sent chills down his spine. The stranger''s face was partially obscured by a dark scarf, revealing only sharp, piercing eyes.


    "Not bad," the man said, his voice muffled but laced with sarcasm. "Most don''t even survive the first monster. Looks like you''ve got some potential," he added with a sarcastic tone that only heightened Daion''s unease.


    The man glanced at Daion''s injured arm. "Ah, wait," he said, as if remembering something. With fluid movements, he pulled a small white sphere from his satchel and tossed it to Daion.


    Daion caught it instinctively, though his sword remained ready.


    "It''s medicinal," the stranger said with a shrug. "Tastes like crap."


    Still distrustful, Daion raised his sword toward him. He knew he didn''t stand a chance against the rifle, but he wouldn''t be caught off guard again.


    The man, entirely unfazed, lowered his weapon with an air of indifference.


    "Who¡­ or what are you?" Daion demanded, his voice trembling despite his attempt to sound firm.


    "Isn''t it obvious?" the man said with a faint trace of incredulity. Slowly, he pushed up the sleeve of his jacket, revealing a metallic gauntlet, like a piece of armor. In its center, a green gem shimmered faintly.


    "I''m another summoned one."

 The Power of Celestial Weapons

    "Another summoned one?" Daion repeated in disbelief, staring at the man before him. The hooded figure''s metal gauntlet looked far more imposing than the one Daion had been given. For a brief moment, he couldn''t shake the feeling that the so-called god who summoned him had handed him the most basic model¡ªlike something pulled from a bargain bin in some celestial warehouse.


    "You were just summoned, weren''t you?" the hooded man asked in a calm, measured tone. Though his face was hidden beneath his hood, Daion could feel his gaze, studying him, evaluating him. There was something in his voice¡ªalmost pity¡ªthat irritated him.


    "Eat it, or you''ll lose too much blood," the man added, gesturing toward the small white orb still in Daion''s hand. "Trust me, bleeding out is not the best way to die in a place crawling with beasts."


    Daion hesitated. He wasn''t sure how trustworthy this guy was, but there was no hostility in his demeanor. Eventually, exhaustion got the better of him. With a weary sigh, he let his sword slip from his fingers, the weight of it embedding into the wooden floor with a dull thud. His whole body trembled from exertion, and the memory of the monster''s gaping maw was still fresh in his mind.


    His eyes fell to the strange white orb in his palm. The idea of eating something so alien disgusted him, but the pain in his wounded arm was unbearable. With a deep breath, he threw caution aside and popped the orb into his mouth.


    "How is it?" the hooded man asked as he moved silently across the ruined build. His footsteps made almost no sound¡ªlike a shadow gliding over the wreckage.


    At first, Daion was surprised. The orb had a mildly sweet taste, almost pleasant. "Not bad, actually¡ª"


    Then he bit down.


    A vile, putrid taste exploded in his mouth, like a mix of rotting meat and chemical waste. His entire body recoiled, and he barely managed to swallow it without gagging.


    "That was disgusting!" he gasped, fighting back nausea.


    The hooded man didn''t even glance his way. "I warned you." There was a hint of amusement in his voice, but his overall demeanor remained eerily detached.


    Suddenly, a cold sensation surged through Daion''s wounded arm. His eyes widened as he watched the gashes rapidly close, his skin knitting back together in mere seconds. Even the cuts that should''ve left scars disappeared completely. His arm was as good as new.


    "Unbelievable..." he breathed. A strange rush of energy coursed through him, making him feel almost¡­ reborn. The lingering foul taste in his mouth, however, dulled his excitement.


    Meanwhile, the hooded man had begun rifling through the belongings of the fallen villagers. Daion watched warily as he searched the body of a recently deceased man, extracting a silver watch, a small dagger etched with golden inscriptions, and a pouch that jingled with coins.


    The hooded man turned, his gaze hidden beneath the shadow of his hood. He said nothing. Daion, unsure of what to say, decided against questioning him. The dead wouldn''t be needing their belongings anymore.


    A heavy silence stretched between them, broken only by the occasional sound of shifting debris. Standing there, Daion felt like an outsider¡ªlike a clueless fool in a world that made no sense.


    "That thing... does it cure infections?" he finally asked, desperate to break the silence.


    "No idea." The hooded man''s indifference sent a chill down Daion''s spine.


    "What?!" Daion''s voice shot up in alarm.


    "Worried about rabies or something?" The man chuckled dryly. "Relax. The gem neutralizes any environmental damage this world throws at you."


    Daion thought back to earlier¡ªwhen the thick, choking air had nearly crushed his lungs.


    "So that means... no diseases, no infections..." The realization hit him like a hammer. "No aging?"


    The hooded man gave him a knowing look.


    Daion''s mind raced. If healing was this easily accessible, how were they still losing the war in this world? Something didn''t add up.


    "However," the hooded man continued, breaking Daion''s train of thought, "it doesn''t protect you from the wilds."


    With a slow, deliberate movement, he kicked the decapitated head of the monster Daion had killed.


    "We don''t die unless we''re killed. This world has only one fate for us¡ªlive and die by the sword."


    Daion studied him carefully, trying to grasp the weight of those words. The hooded man met his gaze and added:


    "And just so you know, those orbs only heal superficial wounds. If that beast had shattered your bones, you''d still be screwed."


    As the man resumed looting the corpses, Daion couldn''t shake the feeling that he was more scavenger than soldier¡ªsomeone who took whatever he needed, morality be damned.


    There were too many questions swirling in Daion''s head, and this guy clearly knew far more than that so-called god had bothered to explain.


    "What happened to the villagers?" he finally asked. "There aren''t any bodies."


    The hooded man froze mid-motion, as if the question had struck a nerve. He flexed his fingers, thinking for a moment before replying.


    "You''ve noticed that some monsters like human flesh, right?" he said casually, kneeling beside the criature that he kill.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "Yeah, but¡ª"


    "They prefer to enjoy their meals at home," he added with a twisted smirk. "Nothing like a warm meal in the comfort of their den."


    A sickening dread twisted in Daion''s gut. "And the women...?" The words barely left his lips. He almost didn''t want to know the answer.


    The hooded man let out a slow sigh and cast him a sidelong glance. "They take them too. But I doubt I need to explain why."


    A wave of nausea hit Daion. His stomach churned, and cold sweat trickled down his back. "That''s... horrible."


    "Welcome to your fantasy world," the hooded man said, his voice laced with grim amusement. Then, as if the conversation had never happened, he motioned toward the dead monster at Daion''s feet. "So, what are you gonna do with it?"


    Daion blinked. "What am I supposed to do? Roast it?" he asked, half-joking, half-serius.


    The hooded man scoffed. "Sarcasm doesn''t suit you." He paused, as if considering. "Besides, nocturnal beasts don''t taste great."


    Daion raised an eyebrow. Was this guy serious? But before he could comment, the hooded man raised his hand over the corpse.


    A blinding light erupted from his palm.


    Daion instinctively stepped back as the air thickened, charged with energy. His clothes and hair lifted slightly, caught in an invisible force. Before his eyes, the monster''s body began to break down¡ªnot in a natural way, but as if something were consuming it.


    The energy released from the corpse surged into the hooded man, flowing into his gauntlet. The metallic surface pulsed, glowing with newfound strength. His rifle, slung over his back, also reacted¡ªthe barrel lengthened, the stock reshaped itself into a more ergonomic form, and small, jagged spikes emerged from the gauntlet.


    The transformation stopped, and the hooded man flexed his fingers, inspecting his weapon.


    "Good," he muttered, completely unfazed. "Leveled up."


    What was that? And what the hell am I wearing?" Daion asked, staring at his gauntlet with a mix of amazement and confusion.


    The hooded figure raised an eyebrow and turned to him. "What do you mean?"


    "How did you do that?" Daion pressed, his tone impatient.


    The hooded man remained silent for a moment, as if trying to decipher the question. Finally, he sighed and replied calmly, "Ah, I see. I just absorbed it."


    Daion stared at him in disbelief. "No kidding¡­" he said with heavy sarcasm. "Of course, I saw you absorbed it! But how did you do it?"


    The hooded figure shook his head, visibly irritated, like he was explaining something to a clueless child. "It''s simple. The gauntlets we wear are organically connected to our bodies, like an additional organ. When we kill a creature, its Omega energy¡ªor what you might call its life force¡ªdoesn''t disappear completely. The gem in the gauntlet absorbs that energy. That same energy strengthens the wearer and their equipment."


    Daion''s jaw dropped. "It strengthens everything? Just like that?"


    "Exactly." The hooded figure lifted his rifle, admiring it for a moment before pointing it lazily at Daion. "That''s why my weapon can take down these creatures so easily. And why you¡­" he gestured at Daion with his chin, "¡­are still so weak."


    The comment stung, but it also got Daion thinking. "So¡­ the gauntlet improves with every creature you kill?"


    "Yes, but it depends on what you kill. Stronger beasts give more energy. And if you take on something truly dangerous, you might get significant upgrades. These things?" He motioned to the creature on the ground. "Barely count as pets."


    Daion looked down at his hand, where the gauntlet rested, inert, like it was asleep. "And how¡­ how do I do it? How do I absorb the energy?"


    The hooded man let out an annoyed huff. "What kind of summoned fool doesn''t know that? I doubt your god didn''t explain it. Are you an idiot?"


    Rage and frustration surged through Daion, but he bit his tongue. Maybe my god''s just a damn bastard, he thought, but he knew better than to say it aloud.


    The hooded figure scrutinized him, as if trying to read his mind. Finally, he clicked his tongue disdainfully and shook his head. "It''s instinctive. Your gauntlet should activate automatically when you touch a body. Maybe yours is¡­ defective."


    "Defective?" Daion muttered through clenched teeth. His thoughts swirled in frustration. "The damn god didn''t even bother to explain anything! He just dumped me here with this useless thing."


    "Welcome to the club, rookie," the hooded man said, clearly hearing him. "We''re all broken toys of the gods here. But if you want to survive, you''d better learn fast."


    Daion stared at him, surprised that he''d overheard. Great. Looks like this thing improves your damn hearing too, he thought bitterly.


    The hooded man continued in a nonchalant tone, "At least my goddess bothered to explain how it worked." Then, without much care, he turned toward the door. "Try it. Since you killed it, you get to keep its body."


    And with that, he left the chapel, leaving Daion alone with his thoughts¡ªand the creature''s corpse.


    Daion knelt beside the beast, staring at it with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. For a moment, he just looked at it, unsure of what to do. Finally, he raised his hand and placed it on the corpse. At first, nothing happened. He tapped it a few times, as if testing a malfunctioning device.


    "Really? Is this it?" he muttered in frustration. He was starting to believe his god had really sent him here with broken equipment.


    This time, he decided to focus, willing something to happen. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the creature''s body. Then he saw it: spectral channels of energy running through the monster, like the circuits of a complex machine. The faint glow was fading quickly, as if it were a dying ember.


    The hooded man was sitting on the steps, eating a ration wrapped in crumpled paper. He looked completely unbothered.


    "Hey," Daion called out, trying to keep his voice steady.


    The hooded man glanced at him, noticing the sweat on his face and his trembling hands, but said nothing. After a few seconds, he replied with dry sarcasm, "Sorry, I''m not looking for an apprentice." He stood up, dusting off his clothes. "I can''t babysit anyone. Survive with the tips I gave you."


    Daion''s frustration boiled over. He clenched his fists, not just from the rejection, but from the fact that he hadn''t even been given a chance to speak. "At least¡­" he tried to say, but the man was already walking away. "At least tell me where to go! I have no idea what to do!"


    The hooded man stopped and glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. Daion''s desperation was clear in his voice as he shouted, "I don''t want to die, dammit!"


    For a moment, the hooded man seemed to hesitate. His eyes studied Daion, seeing the fear in him. It reminded him of his own first days. Nobody had helped him back then. No one had handed him a map or offered advice. And yet, here he was.


    He sighed and tossed a small pouch to Daion, who caught it midair. Inside, Daion found silver and gold coins.


    "That should keep you alive for a few days," the man said.


    "What good is gold in the forest? Should I throw it at the monsters?" Daion replied sarcastically.


    The hooded man clicked his tongue in irritation and pointed toward the horizon, where two mountains loomed in the distance. "There''s a small village in that direction. You should reach it before nightfall if you hurry. You can stay there for the night. And if you''re lucky, you might run into a summoned team working in the area. Maybe they''ll help you."


    Without waiting for a response, he turned and began walking into the woods.


    "Thanks," Daion called out, raising his voice. "My name''s Daion."


    The hooded man didn''t reply or turn back. He disappeared into the shadows of the forest, as if he''d never been there.


    "He could''ve at least told me his name, couldn''t he?" Daion muttered as he turned toward the direction he''d been given.


    Looking at the horizon, he estimated he had about four hours of daylight left. But in a binary star system, it was hard to say for sure. The only thing he knew was that nights here couldn''t be pleasant.


    As he moved forward, a strange sensation crept over him. He wasn''t sure if it was the energy he had absorbed or if the gauntlet had more to show him. But one thing was clear: his struggle was just beginning.

 A God’s Cruel Joke

    Daion moved through the trees, surprised by how quiet everything was. He had expected a forest teeming with monsters, yet so far, he hadn''t encountered a single one. Maybe their earlier run-in had just been bad luck¡­ or maybe something else was keeping them away.


    Even so, his stomach grew led in protest. It had been hours since he last ate, and the hunger was starting to wear on him. His steps slowed when he spotted a pair of creatures in the underbrush¡ªrabbits, but larger than usual, with rounded ears and thick fur. They nibbled on the grass, completely unbothered by his presence.


    He recalled what the hooded man had told him about the efects of the gauntlet in this world.


    "I shouldn''t have to worry about poison or disease¡­ right?"


    Daion watched the rabbits closely. There was something strangely familiar about them, though he couldn''t place why.


    A sudden gust of wind rustled the leaves, and the sky took on a golden hue. Sunset was approaching, bathing the forest in deep yellows and dark greens. Fortunately, with two suns overhead, he still had some light left.


    Tightening his grip on the sword, he moved carefully. His footsteps were calculated, silent. Strangely, the weapon felt lighter in his hands¡ªmore natural. Had wielding that sword always been this easy?


    The rabbits were now within striking range. Daion raised his blade above his head, ready to strike.


    But just as he was about to swing¡ª


    CLANG!


    A sharp, metallic sound shattered the silence.


    The rabbits bolted instantly, vanishing into the undergrowth. Daion reacted instinctively, swinging his sword toward a rabit, but he only hit dirt.


    "Tsk." He clicked his tongue in frustration.


    His gaze snapped toward the source of the sound. It echoed in short bursts, like steel scraping against steel.


    Someone¡ªor something¡ªwas fighting nearby.


    Daion gripped his sword tighter and moved toward the noise, his pulse quickening.


    The sounds of clashing weapons grew louder with each step. He slipped between the trees, keeping to the shadows, until he finally caught sight of the battle.


    Four figures were locked in combat, their weapons flashing as they surrounded grotesque creatures¡ªfloating, winged eyeballs.


    A chill ran down Daion''s spine at the sight of them. They hovered erratically, their massive pupils locked onto their prey with eerie intensity. Then, one of them suddenly split open, revealing a grotesque, fanged maw.


    Daion''s stomach twisted. One of the creatures lunged at a young woman wielding a spear. She reacted swiftly, blocking its attack with practiced ease. Daion immediately noticed something¡ªeach of the fighters wore gauntlets similar to his own. Summoned ones.


    That realization caught him off guard. He hadn''t expected to run into so many at once. Though, thinking back, the hooded man and that so-called god had hinted at this.


    His attention shifted to the man leading the group. Without a doubt, he was their commander. His gauntlet was larger, more robust than the others, covering his entire forearm. He wielded a short sword adorned with golden engravings and glowing markings¡ªan elegant weapon that truly looked fit for a hero. Compared to that, Daion''s own dull, black blade seemed¡­ insignificant.


    "Maybe¡­ mine will look like that after enough energy absorption."


    But more than his equipment, what impressed Daion was his skill. The man moved with surgical precision, blocking and countering with seamless efficiency. Despite the short reach of his blade, every strike found its mark.


    Daion crept closer, mesmerized by their coordination. While one fighter distracted the monsters, another struck with pinpoint accuracy. Their movements were fluid. Deadly.


    Compared to them, Daion felt clumsy. Almost pathetic.


    Then a sudden, chilling sensation crept up his spine. Something was watching him. He barely turned his head and found himself staring directly into the massive pupil of one of the creatures.


    His skin prickled. It had spotted him. There was no time to react. The eyeball let out a grotesque, silent shriek and lunged at him.


    CLACK!


    Its fangs clamped down¡ªon his sword. Daion felt a violent pull. He tried to yank his weapon free, but the grip was impossibly strong. The sound of their struggle caught the group''s attention, but they were too occupied to help.


    "Shit¡­!"


    Daion wrestled with his blade, trying to tear it from the creature''s maw. With a sudden, forceful twist, he sent the beast flying backward.


    "I''m stronger¡­"


    He felt it coursing through him¡ªthe energy he had absorbed earlier was kicking in. But relief lasted only a second. The creature lifted itself again, its pupil narrowing with rage. It dove at him once more, faster than before.


    Daion knew he couldn''t outrun it. Instead, he used his sword as bait. As expected, the monster latched onto it with its jagged teeth, forcing him back. He lost his footing and tumbled through the trees, rolling into a clearing¡ªright where the other summoned ones were still fighting.


    The impact knocked the breath from his lungs, but he had no time to recover. Without thinking, he grabbed one of the creature''s wings and twisted it.


    CRUNCH!


    A sickening snap rang out as the appendage nearly tore from its body. The beast screeched in agony, but Daion didn''t let go. Seizing the moment, he slammed it into the ground with all his strength. The winged eye convulsed, its mouth opening wide in a final, soundless scream. Daion drove his sword straight into its throat.


    For a moment, the creature trembled, then fell still. Daion exhaled sharply, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. When he looked up, the other summoned ones were staring at him. Silence.


    "¡­Uh. Hey."


    He tried to break the tension, but before he could say anything else¡ª


    SHLACK!


    A metallic blur sliced through the air. A severed eye landed inches from his feet, split clean in two. Blood splattered across Daion''s face, making him grimace in disgust.


    "Sorry, buddy."


    The leader of the group smirked slightly and offered him a hand. Daion hesitated, then took it, pulling himself to his feet.


    "Well, well. Another summoned one."


    Daion wiped the blood from his face. "Yeah. Just got here."


    "Nice," another fighter chimed in¡ªa short, wiry guy with a yellow-tinted gauntlet similar to Daion''s.


    Interest in him didn''t last long. As soon as the fight ended, the group dispersed, absorbing the Omega energy from the slain creatures. The leader gave Daion a glance.


    "You can keep those two. You made for a decent distraction."


    Daion crouched beside the remains, placing his hand over them. The absorption began immediately.


    Gh¡­!


    Once again, searing pain tore through his body. Like thousands of fiery needles stabbing into his core. But this time, he was ready for it. When it was over, only bloodstained dirt remained. Daion stood, shaking his hands to ease the lingering sting.


    That''s when he noticed the group whispering among themselves, sneaking glances at him. A familiar, uncomfortable feeling settled in his chest.


    "¡­Uh, hi?" he tried.


    They instantly fell silent, staring at him with sharp, analyzing eyes. Daion cleared his throat.


    A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation."I was just hoping you could, I don''t know, give me a few pointers?"


    The tension only thickened. Then, finally, the leader sighed and stepped forward with a relaxed smile.


    "Alright, cut the new guy some slack."


    He turned to Daion and gave a casual nod.


    "Name''s Jack. I guess I''m the captain around here."


    He gestured to the spear-wielding girl.


    "And that''s Haruka, our deadly beauty."


    Haruka had fiery red hair and striking pink eyes that matched the gemstone on her spear. Her armor covered her torso, but a battle skirt left her sides exposed¡ªclearly for mobility. Unlike the others, her gauntlet was sleek and minimalistic, almost decorative.


    "Don''t let her resting bitch face fool you. She''s alright once you get to know her."


    Haruka scoffed. "Charmed."


    Jack ignored her and pointed to a hooded figure lurking in the shadows.


    "The brooding guy over there? That''s Minjae."


    Minjae wore a dark jacket with the hood pulled low, twin daggers gleaming at his sides.


    "And last but not least¡­" Jack motioned to the wiry kid from before. "That''s Finn. Our Little Rookie."


    Finn gave a small, knowing smile¡ªclearly used to the nickname. Finally, Jack turned back to Daion.


    "And you? Got a name?"


    A brief pause.


    "I don''t know," Daion admitted. The group exchanged wary glances.


    Realizing how that sounded, he quickly added, "I mean¡­ I don''t remember."


    Jack narrowed his eyes.


    "Amnesia?"


    Daion nodded.


    Jack sighed. "A bit clich¨¦, don''t you think?"


    Daion forced a smile. "Yeah, well¡­ you can call me Daion, I guess."


    Jack stretched his arms, then smirked.


    "Well, since we''re all acquainted, I guess we can show you the ropes. Summoned ones have to look out for each other, right?"


    Daion nodded.


    "I guess so."


    Maybe things wouldn''t be so bad after all.


    The group began gathering their things. Jack pulled out a crumpled list and crossed off a few items with mechanical ease.


    "Oh, right," Haruka murmured suddenly.


    Daion noticed her staring at him with an intense curiosity, as if she had just remembered something important.


    "Hey, pretty boy, who''s your patron god?"


    Daion blinked, caught off guard. The atmosphere shifted instantly. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to him, their eyes filled with curiosity and expectation.


    He carefully considered his answer. His mind flashed back to the idiot who had dumped him in this world without a single explanation.


    "Definitely some asshole."


    The group exchanged glances.


    "An asshole?" Jack repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You don''t know their name?"


    "No. He didn''t even bother to tell me why I''m here."


    "Sounds like a great guy," Finn muttered sarcastically.


    "Right?" Daion shot back in the same tone.


    Haruka clicked her tongue. "So, you haven''t checked your stats yet."


    "My what?" Daion frowned.


    "Tap the center of your gem twice."


    Hesitant, he followed her instructions. The gemstone on his gauntler flared with light, and a translucent interface materialized before him. The others gathered around, peering at the screen with interest.


    [Summoned Stats]


    ? Strength: Level 5 (Human)


    ? Dexterity: Level 7 (Human)


    ? Endurance: Level 4 (Human)


    ? Agility: Level 5 (Human)


    ? Intelligence: Level 6 (Human)


    Jack crossed his arms, studying the display.


    "Pretty standard stats. Maybe your god grants abilities instead of attributes."


    "How do I check?"


    Jack pointed to a small option below the stats:


    [Check Divine Information]


    Daion felt stupid for asking. It was too obvious.


    "Great. Now I really look like a clueless rookie," he thought.


    With a sigh, he tapped the option.


    A new screen appeared:


    [Divine Information]


    ? Patron God: (No Data)


    ? Rank: Primordial of Gravity


    [Effects on Summoned]


    ? None


    [Divine Artifacts]


    ? Punishment Blade (Rank F)


    ? Omega Gauntlet (Rank F)


    [Summoned Evaluation]


    ? Omega Energy Absorbed: 24¦¸


    ? Level: 2


    ? Rank: Novice


    Silence.


    Then Jack let out a dry laugh.


    "No abilities at all?"


    Daion clenched his jaw. "Not my fault."


    "Nah, of course not. But damn, what kind of luck is that?" Jack smirked.


    Haruka tilted her head, thoughtful. The group exchanged uneasy looks.


    Meanwhile, Daion felt a cold emptiness in his stomach. That damn god hadn''t just thrown him into this world without guidance¡ªhe had done it without giving him a single ability.


    What the hell did he mean by ''equal conditions''?


    His fists clenched in frustration. Jack sighed.


    "Well, I guess that makes sense. Your patron god is the Primordial of Gravity."


    "And what does that mean? Is he too weak to grant me something useful?"


    Daion wanted to believe that. At least then it would make sense. But Haruka shook her head.


    "Quite the opposite. He''s one of the Eight Primordial Gods of the universe. Actually, he''s the strongest one actively summoning heroes."


    A spike of anger shot through Daion. Bullshit. The strongest?


    If that was true, then why the hell did he have no abilities?


    "But for some reason, the few people he summons never receive blessings," Minjae added.


    The group shifted uncomfortably. No one knew what to say. Daion didn''t know what to feel. Jack clapped him on the shoulder.


    "Don''t worry too much. Abilities aren''t everything."


    Daion gave him a skeptical look.


    "If you check, you''re already level 2," Jack pointed out. "That means you leveled up just by absorbing Omega energy."


    Daion glanced at the screen. He was right.


    "The sword does feel lighter..."


    He exhaled, trying to calm himself.


    "If you make up for the lack of blessings with higher stats and combat techniques, you''ll be fine," Jack continued.


    Daion nodded silently. Jack studied him for a moment, then turned back to his gear. The group was finishing up when Daion spoke again:


    "Why are we here?"


    Silence. Instant and heavy. Jack and the others tensed.


    "What''s going on?" Daion pressed. "Why were we summoned?"


    Jack let out a slow breath.


    "Your god¡­ really didn''t tell you anything."


    Before he could say more, a noise from the forest made them all snap to attention. Leaves rustled violently. Darkness crept over the landscape.


    "For now, let''s get back to the city before nightfall," Haruka said seriously. "Unless you wanna be surrounded by monsters."


    The group moved at once. Daion followed, still frustrated, but without a choice.


    Keeping up with them was hell. They were absurdly fast, gliding through the forest, leaping over roots, dodging obstacles effortlessly. Daion, in comparison, was sluggish and awkward.


    After a while, the group came to an abrupt stop. Daion nearly tripped over himself. When he looked up, his breath caught in his throat.


    Before them stood a fortified settlement. Towering walls rose over 15 meters high¡ªfar too excessive for what seemed to be just a town.


    They approached the massive wooden gates. They were low, seemingly unprotected. But Daion felt a chill crawl down his spine. They were being watched. Hidden crossbows aimed at them from the walls above.


    Jack turned to him and grinned.


    "Welcome to SteelWall."

 Welcome to SteelWall

    The group entered the town cautiously.


    From a distance, the towering walls gave the impression of a mighty fortress, but once past the gates, the reality was far less impressive.


    The houses were simple¡ªmostly wooden structures with a few cracked concrete buildings scattered around. The streets were paved, though time had left them uneven and broken.


    It was hard to gauge this world''s technological level¡ªa strange blend of antiquity and modernity.


    Despite being "heroes" sent by the gods, there were no cheers or celebrations waiting for them.


    The streets were eerily quiet.


    The only sounds came from hushed whispers behind shuttered windows, where wary eyes peeked out, filled with curiosity and suspicion.


    As the sun dipped below the horizon, shadows stretched across the town, making the already somber atmosphere feel even heavier.


    The group, however, seemed unfazed. They laughed and chatted like nothing was out of place.


    All except Finn. He walked with his head down, dragging his feet beside Daion, avoiding eye contact with the villagers.


    The tension in the air thickened¡ªuntil a sudden burst of laughter broke the silence.


    Daion turned his head.


    In a nearby alley, a group of children were playing¡ªexcept their "toys" were old helmets, rusted rifles, and battered spears. The weapons were real, but the kids treated them like they were nothing more than playthings.


    Jack noticed Daion''s interest and stopped beside him, watching.


    At first, the children didn''t seem to notice them. But then, one by one, their laughter died down as they realized they were being watched.


    Their expressions shifted. Curiosity turned into wariness.


    A boy¡ªgrimy-faced, dressed in ragged clothes¡ªstepped forward, gripping a rifle that looked heavier than he was.


    He locked eyes with Daion, his voice firm despite the slight tremble in his hands.


    "What are you staring at, Summoned?"


    Daion felt a pang of pity.


    "...Are you guys okay?"


    The children exchanged glances, momentarily caught off guard by the question.


    The boy with the rifle lowered his weapon for just a second. There was fear in his eyes, but also defiance.


    "Don''t be stupid." His voice wavered, but he forced himself to sound tough. "What do you want? Here to screw us over again?"


    Jack took a slow step forward, brows furrowed at the boy''s words.


    Before he could speak, the kid raised his rifle again¡ªand pulled the trigger.


    Click.


    The empty chamber echoed in the alleyway.


    Daion flinched, his heart pounding.


    When he looked up, the boy was smirking.


    "Heroes?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with bitter amusement. "Yeah, right. Just a bunch of cowards."


    He turned away, rejoining his friends.


    Then, with a casual flick of his hand, a brick flew straight toward Daion.


    By pure instinct, Daion dodged just in time, the brick whizzing past his head.


    The boy''s laughter rang out behind him.


    "You should leave." His tone was sharp. "We''d be better off without you."


    The group stood in stunned silence.


    Daion clenched his fists. Not just because of the hostility¡ªbut because of what he had just witnessed.


    Telekinesis...?


    How the hell had the kid done that?


    But more than that... a much darker question gnawed at him.


    What had the previous heroes done to make these children react like this?


    A memory surfaced¡ªthe hooded man looting corpses, unbothered, like it was just another task.


    And then, Daion remembered the words of that god.


    Nothing special.


    They weren''t chosen.


    They weren''t heroes.


    Just a bunch of unlucky bastards who had the misfortune of dying.


    Jack was the first to break the silence.


    "Let''s go."


    Daion exhaled, forcing himself to move forward.


    As they walked, the villagers'' murmurs followed them like ghosts.


    Jack smirked slightly. Daion noticed¡ªbut chose to ignore it.


    After a short walk, they arrived at what looked like a church.


    Or at least, it should have been a church.


    The massive steel doors, the spiked windows replacing stained glass, the sealed bell tower¡ªnothing about it felt holy. A faint, eerie toll of a bell echoed from within.


    Inside, the layout resembled a traditional place of worship. Wooden pews, kneeling benches, and a few scattered worshippers praying in silence.


    But the moment the group stepped inside, the prayers stopped.


    The worshippers stood abruptly and left without a word.


    Daion swallowed hard.


    At the far end of the hall, a priest sat on a raised platform, watching them in silence.


    Behind him, a massive stained-glass window shimmered in the dying sunlight¡ªdepicting a gathering of radiant gods in an idyllic garden.


    At the center of the image, Daion immediately recognized someone.


    Dark skin. Snow-white hair.


    The bastard who brought him here.


    They were led into a back room, a reception area with a waiting lounge.


    Behind a desk, a pale-skinned woman with dark hair and deep markings on her face was reviewing documents.


    Jack strode forward without hesitation.


    "Wait here. I''ll get our reward."


    Without another word, he approached the receptionist.


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    Still lost in thought, Daion finally asked, "Reward?"


    Haruka plopped down beside him, resting against his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.


    "For the Eyes we killed earlier," she said casually.


    Daion tensed slightly.


    Is this girl always this touchy¡­?


    "So, we get paid for killing monsters?" he asked, trying to ignore her closeness.


    Across from them, Minjae was sprawled out on a couch, arms folded behind his head.


    "Only if we''re hired."


    Finn, however, remained standing, staring at the floor in silence.


    Daion scanned the room, his mind weighed down by everything that had happened.


    His first day in this world had been a complete nightmare.


    Even now, his left arm trembled from the memory of that "bat" sinking its teeth into him.


    And worst of all...


    He still had no answers.


    And that was starting to drive him insane.


    Daion let out a slow breath, rubbing his temples.


    "Alright..." he muttered, trying to piece his thoughts together. "Can someone finally explain what the hell is going on? Because, seriously... I have no idea what we''re even doing here."


    The group exchanged glances.


    After a moment, Haruka was the first to speak.


    She leaned forward slightly.


    "Well, to put it simply¡­"


    Her voice took on a rare seriousness.


    "Remember the monsters we fought?"


    How could he forget?


    "You noticed, didn''t you? They weren''t normal animals. They were... things that don''t belong in this world."


    Minjae spoke up, his voice low.


    "I''d call them demons."


    Haruka nodded.


    "We don''t know exactly why, but they''re invading this world. This war has been going on for three hundred years, and despite all efforts to stop them¡­"


    She hesitated before finishing her sentence.


    "At this point, ninety percent of the population is already dead."


    Minjae sighed.


    "The territory has shrunk to a single peninsula¡ªabout forty thousand square kilometers."


    Silence fell over the room.


    And Daion finally realized.


    This wasn''t just a battle.


    It was extinction.


    "As the gods told us," Haruka continued, "this kind of thing happens all the time across the universe. But this planet¡­ for some reason, they couldn''t just let it fall. So they started sending humans with¡­ certain ''gifts.''"


    "That simple?" Daion asked, skeptical.


    Haruka nodded with a lopsided smile. "Pretty clich¨¦, huh? Feels like something out of a cheap novel."


    Daion crossed his arms, glancing at the others. "Any idea what makes this world so special? Anything actually worth protecting?"


    Silence.


    No one had an answer.


    After a moment, Minjae shrugged. "Maybe it''s just a distraction for the gods. Like some kind of¡­ experiment. Seeing what a bunch of humans can do when given the right tools."


    "Sounds exactly like something an all-powerful being would do," Daion muttered, recalling that twisted smile from before.


    But Finn, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. His voice was unexpectedly firm.


    "I disagree."


    Everyone turned to look at him.


    "There''s something special about this world."


    He leaned forward slightly, eyes locking onto Daion''s.


    "Remember that child from earlier? The one who attacked us with¡­ whatever the hell that was?"


    Daion nodded. "Yeah¡­ it felt like telekinesis."


    "Exactly." Finn narrowed his eyes. "Now tell me¡­ was magic in your world?"


    "I Don''t remember" Daion answered without hesitation. "But watching him do that so naturally¡­ it definitely felt¡­ off."


    A thought lingered in his mind before he finally asked, "Wait¡­ is magic common here?"


    Haruka smirked and raised her hand.


    From the gemstone on her wrist, a multicolored flame flickered to life, casting vibrant hues across her face.


    "You tell me."


    Finn leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, deep in thought. "That''s what I figured¡­ Omega Energy can be transmuted into many forms, and that''s what people call magic."


    He paused, frowning. "Though to be honest¡­ I still don''t fully understand what it is."


    The others nodded silently.


    "In my world, magic didn''t exist. Same for Haruka and Minjae," he continued, gesturing toward them.


    Daion thought he understood where this was going, but he stayed quiet, listening.


    "At first, I thought it had to be extremely rare. But then Jack mentioned something¡­ in his world, sorcerers exist."


    "For real?" Daion asked, surprised.


    "Yeah, but he also said they''re incredibly rare¡ªalmost nonexistent," Finn explained. "Meanwhile, here, in this world¡­ every single person has the ability to use magic¡ªor rather, Omega Energy."


    Daion frowned. The creatures in the forest¡­ Now that he thought about it, they were undeniably mystical.


    "That means there''s a massive concentration of Omega Energy in this world¡­"


    "Exactly." Finn''s expression grew serious. "And that''s why it''s so important."


    Minjae rested his elbows on his knees, fingers intertwined. "The monsters feed on it¡­ they steal it, leaving the land barren and lifeless."


    A war over resources¡­ it made sense. The gods must have detected the sheer amount of energy in this world, which was why they couldn''t afford to lose it.


    But something didn''t add up.


    Daion''s brows knitted together. "If this world is so important¡­ why don''t the gods intervene directly?"


    Silence.


    "they acts in misterius ways?" added sarcastly.


    Finn averted his gaze, and an uneasy tension settled over the group.


    Finally, Haruka sighed, shrugging. "That''s the million-dollar question."


    Minjae broke the silence with a grim theory.


    "Maybe¡­ they can lose."


    Finn turned to him, eyes sharp.


    "And if that''s the case¡­ what chance do we have?"


    No one answered.


    A heavy sense of dread settled over them.


    Daion clenched his fists. He didn''t want to be the one to drag everyone''s mood down¡­ but the thought wouldn''t leave his mind.


    "Then¡­ what exactly are they?"


    Finn looked up.


    "Corrupted beings. They use Omega Energy, but in a twisted way."


    Minjae scoffed. "And they''re not just mindless beasts. Some of them are as intelligent as humans¡­"


    A chill ran down Daion''s spine.


    "The way they wiped out the population¡­" Minjae murmured, eyes dark. "It proves they''re organized."


    Finn nodded.


    "They even form battalions to overrun cities. They don''t act like wild animals¡­ they act like an army."


    A heavy silence fell as everyone processed the implications.


    "Someone is leading them," Finn continued, his voice low. "And whoever it is¡­ has driven us to the brink of extinction."


    His gaze hardened.


    "Even with the heroes the gods summon¡­ most don''t survive long."


    Daion swallowed.


    "A leader? Like¡­ a Demon King?"


    Finn crossed his arms.


    "That''s the most likely scenario. But usually, there''s more than one."


    Haruka let out a sigh, leaning on the table with a wry smile.


    "Not exactly the most hopeful revelation¡­ but it''s not like we get to choose."


    The atmosphere turned somber. No one spoke, but the weight of reality loomed over them like a storm cloud.


    Daion lowered his gaze, frustration bubbling inside him. Not only had he woken up with no memories, but everything he''d learned so far pointed to one thing:


    He was screwed.


    The sound of footsteps broke the silence.


    Jack had returned.


    The moment he stepped through the door, he scanned their exhausted faces and let out a sigh.


    "Quite the warm welcome," Jack said with a smirk. Then, without hesitation, he tossed a bag of coins to each of them¡ªincluding Daion, though his was noticeably smaller.


    Daion caught it midair, frowning.


    "What''s this?"


    "Your cut," Jack shrugged. "You took one down, so you get something."


    "But that was just me being reckless," Daion protested, holding the pouch out to return it.


    Jack ignored him, his smirk widening.


    "Keep it. Consider it a gift¡ªI''m feeling generous today."


    Daion hesitated before lowering his hand, eventually tucking the pouch away.


    "Money''s important. Spend it wisely¡­ though, to be honest, it''s not much."


    "Uh¡­ thanks, I guess?"


    Jack laughed, and despite the lingering tension, the rest of the group couldn''t help but crack small smiles. The atmosphere, though heavy, started to lighten.


    "Alright, enough of this existential nonsense," Jack declared, slapping the table. "I know exactly how to lift your spirits."


    Without another word, he stood up and walked out of the church. The others exchanged uncertain glances before following him.


    By now, night had fully claimed the city. Oil lanterns flickered along the streets, casting long, restless shadows over the cobblestone roads. Warm light spilled from the windows of homes, and hushed voices of townsfolk mixed with the gentle whispers of the wind.


    Jack led them straight to the one place still bursting with life¡ªRosie''s Haven, the town''s busiest inn and tavern.


    The moment they stepped inside, silence fell over the room.


    The place was packed. Men, women, and even a few children turned to stare at them. Some villagers subtly rested their hands on their weapon hilts, while others narrowed their eyes in open suspicion. A couple of them flexed their fingers, faint glows betraying their readiness to cast magic at the first sign of trouble.


    Jack noticed. He just didn''t care. He walked straight to the bar without missing a step.


    Behind the counter stood a blonde woman with freckled skin and sharp, symmetrical features. Her waist was slim, but her curves were noticeable even under the simple fabric of her tavern attire.


    Daion blinked, shaking his head. Not the time to get distracted.


    Jack slowly raised his hands, slipping them into his coat. The tension in the room spiked.


    Several villagers shifted, ready to react. Daion''s group tensed as well.


    Then, Jack pulled out¡­ a coin pouch.


    With a flick of his wrist, he dropped a couple of gold coins onto the counter with a solid clink.


    "Five drinks."


    The tension shattered instantly. Murmurs of relief spread through the tavern, followed by a few nervous chuckles¡ªand even some sighs of disappointment.


    The bartender gave them a long, scrutinizing look before exhaling.


    "Alright, ''heroes,''" she said, dragging the word with clear disdain. "But if you cause even a single problem, the booze stops flowing."


    "Understood," Jack replied with an easy grin.


    Rolling her eyes, the woman grabbed several mugs and poured their drinks.


    "You eating too?"


    The group nodded, ordering their meals. Daion, however, hesitated.


    "What do you recommend?"


    The bartender arched a brow, smirking.


    "For heroes like you? The ''special stew.''"


    Daion caught Haruka and Finn shaking their heads frantically, looking genuinely unsettled.


    "On second thought¡­ I''ll just have whatever Jack''s having."


    The woman clicked her tongue but took the order without another word.


    They found a table, and gradually, the tavern returned to its usual rhythm.


    As drinks flowed and conversation picked up, Jack suddenly turned to Daion.


    "Hell of an entrance you made, huh?" he chuckled. "Literally fell into the middle of our fight and stole our kill."


    Daion laughed¡ªalbeit a little nervously.


    Before long, their food arrived.


    The waitress who brought it immediately caught Daion''s attention. She had striking blue hair, and atop her head, a pair of feline ears twitched subtly.


    A demi-human?


    She placed their meals down with smooth, practiced movements. As she turned to leave, Daion noticed a faint mark on her neck¡ªbut decided against asking.


    The food was incredible. His plate held a thick, juicy slab of meat drenched in a rich, aromatic sauce, with a side that vaguely reminded him of mashed potatoes.


    Between bites and sips of his drink, time slipped away unnoticed.


    For the first time all day, Daion felt like he could breathe.


    The weight on his chest gradually lifted. Just for a moment, he stopped thinking about his missing memories, the monsters, the war, and the gods.


    He took another sip, letting the warmth spread through him. A small, quiet smile crossed his lips.


    If people could still laugh and celebrate on an ordinary night like this¡­


    Maybe hope wasn''t entirely lost.

 Welcome to SteelWall (part 2)

    "The early bird gets the worm..."


    "Yeah, but what if I don''t like worms?" Daion grumbled, irritated.


    A loud laugh echoed through the room. "I''d say that''s deep, but it''s just dumb," Jack chuckled. "Funny how says like that exists in every world. Anyway, get up, rookie. We need to talk."


    Daion groaned. He had learned something new about himself¡ªhe hated being woken up.


    His body felt like lead as he forced himself to sit up. His sword was lying on the floor, and a dull headache throbbed behind his eyes. Damn alcohol. Turns out, the gauntlet didn''t filter out the effects of drinking. Meaning he could absolutely get drunk. A nice little touch from the idiot god who brought him here.


    Dragging himself to the mirror, he took in his reflection. He looked like a wreck¡ªmessy hair, ragged clothes. Up until now, he hadn''t paid much attention to what he was wearing: a black jacket over an orange shirt, with torn pants. In a fantasy world, he must''ve looked like a complete idiot.


    Sighing, he didn''t bother fixing himself up too much before heading downstairs.


    The tavern was nearly empty, save for a few unconscious drunks sprawled across tables and the bartender cleaning mugs behind the counter. She didn''t even spare him a glance, blonde hair shifting as she worked. Something about her nagged at Daion''s mind. Was it attraction? Or did she remind him of someone? Someone from¡­ before?


    Trying to shake off the strange feeling, he cleared his throat. "Rough night for some, huh?"


    "Looks like it," she replied flatly, not looking up.


    Daion watched her for a moment. Eventually, she noticed.


    "Are you ordering something, or just planning to stare like a creep?"


    "That happen to you a lot?" he asked, half-joking.


    "Yeah, turns out being ''blessed'' with beauty is a curse," she said dryly. She set down the mugs and pulled out a few knives, cleaning them with a rag. "Idiots think they can take advantage."


    Daion tensed. This conversation was going in a direction he wasn''t expecting.


    "Got anything for a hangover?"


    "In a bar? Monster piss," she said, smirking. "Heroes like you drink it all the time."


    Daion frowned. "I was just trying to be nice. No need to be a¡ª"


    Before he could finish, the bartender grabbed him by the collar and pressed a knife against his eye.


    "Listen, kid," she hissed, voice dripping with venom. "I don''t give a damn how you think you should be treated. To me, summonded ones like you deserve only one thing¡ªcontempt, like the rats you are."


    A chill ran down Daion''s spine. He swallowed hard but clenched his fists in anger.


    "What''s your problem with heroes?"


    "Heroes?" She spat the word out like poison. "Yeah, right. You''re just toys sent by the gods. Disposable entertainment before the monsters swallow us whole."


    Daion''s stomach twisted. He felt frustration. Helplessness. Why the hell was he being blamed for things that had nothing to do with him?


    "Something wrong here?"


    Haruka descended the stairs, dressed simply but radiating sharp authority. Her piercing gaze locked onto the bartender like a blade.


    The woman let go of Daion without a word. He dropped back onto his stool, heart pounding as if something dark was trying to claw its way out of his chest.


    "Not really," the bartender muttered, unfazed. Then, as if nothing had happened, she poured two drinks and placed them in front of Daion and Haruka. "On the house."


    Before either of them could respond, she turned and vanished into the back room.


    Haruka took her seat and downed her drink without hesitation. Right then, Jack and the others strolled down the stairs, grinning like they had just witnessed the best show of the century.


    "Well, that was entertaining," Jack said, laughing. "We were just betting on whether Dan could charm the bartender. Turns out, he''s terrible at it."


    Haruka shot him a death glare.


    "You really are an idiot sometimes, boss," she muttered, taking another sip.


    "Ouch," Jack smirked, entirely unfazed. Then he turned to Daion with amusement. "What''s the matter, rookie? First time getting shot down by a hot girl?"


    Daion wordlessly downed his drink in one go.


    "You guys were watching the whole time?" he finally asked, voice dry.


    "More or less," Jack admitted, shrugging. But then he noticed Daion wasn''t just annoyed¡ªhe looked genuinely troubled. "Oh, don''t worry. She didn''t reject you because you''re ugly. Heroes just aren''t exactly popular around here. But hey, I''m sure some village girl still thinks you''re cute."


    Jack grinned, clearly enjoying himself. Daion wasn''t sure whether to take it as a joke or an insult, so he just stood up.


    "You wanted to talk to me about something?"


    "Yikes, looks like we hit a nerve." Jack raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, fine. Yesterday was only half the job. This afternoon, we have another task¡ªsome soldiers went missing."


    Daion grabbed his sword and nodded, ready for orders.


    "Hold on," Jack eyed him up and down with a raised brow. "You''re not exactly dressed for combat. With yesterday''s earnings, go buy yourself some proper armor. If you wanna survive, you need to learn how to bargain. Haruka and Finn will go with you, give you some pointers. Minjae and I will check the forest."


    With that, Jack turned and headed for the exit, leaving Daion with Haruka and Finn.


    "Have fun," he called over his shoulder. "Oh, and Daion¡ªdon''t worry about people hating heroes. No one hates gold."This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    With a lazy wave, he disappeared out the door.


    "Bye," Daion and Finn said in unison.


    Haruka stood up, grabbed Daion''s hand with one of hers, Finn''s with the other.


    "Alright," she said in her usual tone. "Let''s get you something decent to wear."


    The morning streets of SteelWall were pure chaos. People rushed out of buildings like the world was ending. Heavy carriages rolled through, pulled by massive white-furred bears, each the size of a small house. Makeshift stalls lined the roads, merchants shouting their best deals at the top of their lungs.


    The scorching sun wasn''t helping Daion''s hangover. His head pounded with every step, but despite his discomfort, he couldn''t help but be in awe. Even without memories of his past, this all felt¡­ strange. Even for a fantasy world.


    Most of the villagers ignored them, but some shot them wary glances, as if waiting for an excuse to lash out.


    "Why is everyone so hostile?" Daion asked, frowning.


    "Don''t take it personally," Finn shrugged. "Most summoned heroes end up doing questionable things just to survive. It''s¡­ understandable. But some abuse their power to do really awful things."


    Daion''s frown deepened. Before he could ask more, Haruka spoke.


    "And it''s worse for women," she said, her voice colder than usual. But then she hesitated, as if debating how to explain it to him. She glanced at Daion. Without memories, he was basically a kid¡­ How could she put this into words?


    "Some heroes use their power to¡­ submit them," she finally said.


    Daion understood instantly.


    His stomach twisted uncomfortably. Until now, he hadn''t thought about how the villagers saw him.


    "Some would rather run into a monster than a summoned hero," Finn added, with a smile that held no humor. "That bartender? She was more scared of you than you were of her."


    Daion clenched his fists.


    "I''d never do something like that," he said, voice tense.


    Haruka glanced at him, smirking slightly.


    "Obviously. You don''t seem capable of killing a rat without feeling guilty. But she doesn''t know that."


    Daion stayed silent, unsure how to respond.


    Haruka clicked her tongue and playfully nudged his shoulder.


    "Alright, enough depressing stuff. Let''s figure out what we''re buying you."


    The shop didn''t look like much from the outside¡ªjust a small, unremarkable building. But the moment they stepped in, it was like walking into an armory straight out of legend.


    Swords, spears, daggers, and war hammers lined the walls, neatly arranged by size and function. Armor sets stood proudly on shelves and mannequins, ranging from heavy, gleaming plate for frontline tanks to sleek, lightweight gear for agile fighters. There were even specialized options, crafted for those who preferred to move unseen.


    An extensive selection, no doubt.


    From the back of the store, a tall man stepped out, his arrival accompanied by the rhythmic clang of a hammer striking hot iron.


    "Welcome to Lysander''s Blades. What can I¡­?" His gaze dropped to Daion''s hands¡ªmore specifically, to his gauntlet. His expression shifted slightly. "Ah. A summoned one."


    Daion braced himself for another look of disdain. At this point, he was used to it.


    But the man simply nodded, unfazed.


    "Alright. That means you''re not here for weapons," he muttered to himself. His sharp eyes scanned Daion''s ragged clothes. "Judging by that outfit, you''re a fresh arrival. I''m guessing you need armor?"


    Finn let out a low whistle. "Wow¡­"


    "How the hell¡­?" Haruka blinked, genuinely surprised.


    The man smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "What can I say? I''m a damn good salesman."


    No judgment. No hostility. To him, they were just customers.


    "Alright, kid. Let''s start with the basics¡ªyour sword needs a proper sheath."


    He crouched down and pulled out a wooden box, filled with worn leather straps, cracked belts, and battered scabbards. Most of them looked like they belonged in the trash rather than a store.


    Daion frowned. Seriously?


    But neither Finn nor Haruka looked surprised, so he held back his complaint.


    Finally, the shopkeeper pulled out a long sword sheath. It was in rough shape¡ªdirty, with a half-torn belt and a rusted buckle. The kind of thing you''d expect to find discarded in an alley.


    Without hesitation, the man tossed it to Daion.


    He caught it midair, glaring at it in disbelief. "Is this a joke?"


    Haruka shook her head and gestured toward the sheath. "Just try it."


    Daion sighed but obeyed, sliding his sword into the sheath. It was loose, barely holding the weapon. It looked ridiculous, like he was carrying his sword in a burlap sack.


    He was about to protest when a glowing blue window popped up in front of him.


    [SYSTEM NOTICE]


    Would you like to bind this item to your equipment?


    ? YES


    ? NO


    Daion hesitated.


    "Go on," Haruka urged.


    With a sigh, he tapped YES.


    The moment he did, the sheath shone with a silver glow. Within seconds, it reshaped itself, perfectly adjusting to his sword''s dimensions. The belt stitched itself together, the buckle polished to a dark steel finish, and the leather turned sleek black, matching his weapon.


    It was still a simple sheath¡ªbut now, at least, it didn''t look like junk.


    Daion blinked in surprise. "Okay¡­ that was kinda cool."


    "Sheaths are generic items," Haruka explained. "They automatically adjust to fit any weapon."


    "Wish armor worked like that," Finn muttered.


    The shopkeeper chuckled. "If it did, I''d be out of business."


    He turned back to Daion, giving him a once-over. "Alright, kid. What''s your budget?"


    "Not much."


    Daion pulled out the coin pouch Jack had given him. The other pouch¡ªthe one from the ruined village¡ªstayed hidden. That was his emergency fund.


    The man nodded. "White Bronze it is."


    He disappeared into the back and returned with three boxes. Inside were three different sets of armor, all made from a dull white metal, tinged with patches of greenish rust.


    Daion frowned, unimpressed. For a brief moment, he regretted not using the other pouch.


    "As a longsword user, I narrowed it down to three choices," the shopkeeper explained. "It all depends on your fighting style¡ªheavy, light, or assault."


    "Assault?" Daion asked, unfamiliar with the term.


    "They''re small, lightweight armors designed for speed," Finn clarified. "They protect your vitals but leave a lot of areas exposed."


    "They''re great for solo adventurers since they''re versatile," the shopkeeper added. "But since you''re in a party, it''s better to specialize in a role."


    Finn crossed his arms and glanced at Haruka. "We need a tank. Heavy armor is the best choice for Daion."


    Haruka immediately shook her head. "Jack''s already our tank. We need someone to take down monsters fast."


    "That''s Minjae''s job. If Daion tanks, Jack can focus more on leading."


    "Leading?" Haruka raised an eyebrow. "Jack? Stay in the back and give orders? He''d rather fight alone than play commander."


    They kept debating, each arguing their point.


    Meanwhile, Daion examined the armors closely.


    The heavy set would let him take hits, but if he couldn''t move fast, he was screwed.


    The light set was perfect for speed, but¡­ he wasn''t the most agile guy in the group. If he got knocked down, he''d be monster food in seconds.


    Finally, his eyes landed on the assault armor. Small, yes¡ªbut sturdy.


    Without overthinking it, he grabbed the set and started putting it on.


    Haruka and Finn stopped arguing and turned to watch.


    The armor covered his chest with thin but durable plates, reinforced one shoulder, protected his forearms and legs. Definitely a rookie''s set, but it felt right.


    Another system window appeared before him.


    [SYSTEM NOTICE]


    Would you like to bind this item to your equipment?


    ? YES


    ? NO


    Daion didn''t hesitate. He tapped YES.


    The moment he did, the armor shimmered. The dull white metal darkened to a deep, matte black, though the rust patches remained. His tattered jacket and pants mended themselves, reshaping into a sleeker design. His hood vanished, his jeans morphed into reinforced black combat pants, and his worn-out sneakers transformed into sturdy boots.


    He flexed his fingers, feeling the weight of his new gear.


    "Nice¡­" he muttered, examining himself.


    Haruka sighed, crossing her arms. "Assault armor, huh?" She sounded slightly disappointed, but she didn''t argue further.


    Daion turned to Finn. "So¡­ the gauntlet can change my gear?"


    Finn nodded. "Yeah. Your glove lets you modify the appearance of your weapons and armor, depending on your preferences and the energy you absorb. That''s why Jack''s sword looks different from yours."


    Daion nodded in understanding, then handed the shopkeeper his coin pouch.


    Once the transaction was done, they stepped out of the shop.


    For the first time since arriving in this world, Daion no longer felt like a clueless idiot. He actually looked like an adventurer¡ªif you ignored the rust.


    As they walked through the bustling streets, Haruka began explaining their mission. Recently, people had started disappearing. That''s why they''d been hired. Their task was to track down two soldiers who vanished the previous night.


    When they reached the town''s outskirts, Daion spotted Jack and Minjae sitting on the ground¡ªboth covered in mud.


    Jack glanced up and smirked. "Lookin'' sharp, rookie."


    "How''d it go?" Haruka asked.


    Jack stood, grinning. "Let''s just say¡­ we found where the monsters are."


    He kicked over a pair of barrels next to him.


    "And we did a little shopping."


    Then, he locked eyes with Daion.


    "This is your first real mission."


    His grin faded as he turned to the group, his expression turning serious.


    "Gear up. We''ve got work to do."


    Chapter 6 end''s.

 A Hero’s First Task

    The group trudged heavily through the forest.


    Finn and Daion carried the barrels. Finn did so without complaint; Daion, on the other hand, grumbled the entire way.


    When they told him this would be his first mission, he imagined something epic¡ªfighting monsters, uncovering ancient secrets, maybe even a life-or-death duel.


    But no¡­ his first job was playing pack mule.


    As they moved forward, the forest began to change. The once-lush trees twisted at unnatural angles, their dry, brittle leaves looking as if something had drained the life out of them.


    Daion frowned.


    "Has this place always been like this?"


    Finn shook his head.


    "When monsters move in, they devour the Omega energy from all living things. They don''t leave corpses¡ªjust¡­ emptiness."


    A chill ran down Daion''s spine.


    For the first time, he understood why the people of SteelWall were terrified. They weren''t just fighting beasts¡ªthey were fighting something that erased all traces of existence.


    Above, two suns burned bright. He didn''t want to think about it too much, but something in his gut told him that sky made no sense.


    He turned to Finn.


    "Hey¡­ no one else finds the two suns weird?"


    Finn glanced at him and shrugged.


    "Jack and Haruka come from more primitive worlds. Places like this, with no science or advanced tech. For them, it''s normal."


    "And you?"


    "Mandatory high school class," Finn replied, unbothered.


    Daion nodded slowly.


    So¡­ was he the only one here who actually understood the laws of physics?


    What if this had something to do with his past?


    Not the time to overthink it. Yeah, sure, maybe in his previous life he''d been a prestigious quantum physics professor¡­ at seventeen.


    Pushing the thought aside, he focused on the mission.


    After nearly two hours of walking, Jack raised a hand, and the group stopped.


    Before them, a dark, ominous cave yawned open in the earth.


    Bad idea. That was Daion''s first thought.


    He glanced at Haruka and noticed she was also eyeing Jack with irritation.


    "Dungeons are never a good idea, Jack," Finn muttered, visibly uneasy.


    Daion didn''t get what they meant, but something about that cave put him on edge. His skin prickled, and his glove pulsed faintly, as if trying to warn him of imminent danger.


    Minjae noticed Daion''s reaction and smirked to himself, saying nothing.


    "There''s nothing to worry about," Jack said dismissively. "It''s just a shallow cave."


    "Then why stop?" Finn asked, distrustful.


    Jack sighed, as if explaining was exhausting.


    "We tracked the missing soldiers here¡­ but turns out this place is a Nest of Devourers."


    "That doesn''t sound particularly good," Daion said, frowning.


    "Nah, it''s not that bad." Jack waved a hand dismissively. "They''re like rats¡­ or something." He hesitated, coughed, then continued, "The good news is, they stash their prey near the entrance to keep it from rotting. And that''s where our supplies come in."


    He kicked the barrels Finn and Daion had been carrying.


    "Since we''re so generous to the townsfolk¡­" he said mockingly before adding in a mutter, "and because Devourers hold grudges like crows, we drop these barrels at the entrance, Haruka lights them up, and¡ªBOOM!¡ªthe monsters get trapped in their own nest."


    Daion froze.


    "Wait¡­" He took a step back, away from the barrels. "Are you telling me I''ve been carrying explosives this whole time?"


    Jack smirked.


    "Yep. And look at you¡ªstill in one piece."


    Finn snickered as Daion shot Jack a death glare.


    Without further delay, they slipped into the cave, moving silently. They placed the barrels at the weakest structural points. Jack signaled for them to draw their weapons and proceed with caution.


    Daion unsheathed his sword with ease. Haruka pulled a 30-centimeter-long cylinder from her bag; with a quick flick, it extended into a nearly two-meter staff, revealing razor-sharp blades at the tip. Minjae drew a pair of knives from his back, while Finn unfolded a hunting rifle.


    Finn''s weapon reminded Daion of the masked man''s¡ªthough smaller and simpler.


    They moved carefully through the cave. Only the echo of their footsteps and the faint trickle of water seeping through the cracks in the stone broke the silence.


    Daion was just beginning to relax when something brushed against his leg.


    He spun, glove raised. Light illuminated the ground¡ª


    And revealed Haruka, who had nudged him with her foot.


    She smirked and moved ahead.


    Daion exhaled, half relieved, half annoyed. Idiot.


    To distract himself, he aimed his light at the walls.


    Cave paintings. Interesting.


    The images depicted a world drenched in red, where "up" and "down" didn''t seem to exist. It reminded him of that god''s domain¡­ but worse.


    Further ahead, he noticed two triangles with figures inside. At the base, scattered dots. Higher up, four distinct colors¡ªpink, blue, black, and green. And at the very top, a single red dot.


    Daion narrowed his eyes.


    Something about those symbols piqued his curiosity, but before he could examine them further, Jack''s voice cut through his thoughts.The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "Turn that off," he whispered sharply, all traces of sarcasm gone.


    Daion obeyed. As the light dimmed, he caught movement in the darkness.


    A creature.


    About 50 centimeters long, shaped like a salamander, but its body was completely black, glowing red lines running along its skin, emitting a smoky haze.


    Daion froze.


    So did the creature.


    They studied each other in tense silence.


    Then, the beast opened its mouth.


    No tongue. No throat. Just teeth. Rows upon rows, spinning like gears in an endless spiral.


    It lunged.


    Instinct kicked in before thought.


    Daion dodged back and, with a swift strike, cleaved the creature in half.


    Silence filled the cave.


    Jack stared at him, a mix of irritation and unease.


    Minjae wasn''t happy either¡ªsome of the creature''s blood had splattered onto his sleeve.


    "¡­Sorry," Daion muttered, shutting off his glove.


    A whisper went unnoticed by the others, but Daion caught it.


    Haruka, almost under her breath:


    "Dungeons aren''t ruins. They''re graves waiting to be filled."


    The group pressed on until they reached the end of the cave.


    Something glowed in the distance. Light?


    They approached cautiously, stepping into a wide-open area.


    A campfire.


    Beside it, two men sat bound and gagged, writhing weakly. The missing soldiers. And they looked alive.


    Daion leaned forward to move¡ª


    Jack pushed him down gently, signaling for silence.


    Daion focused his gaze and, after a moment of concentration, saw them.


    Dozens of creatures like before, crouched in the shadows, all exhaling the same dark smoke.


    And beneath them¡­


    Two figures. Hard to make out.


    Jack whispered dryly, "Minjae."


    "Yeah, yeah, I know," Minjae muttered, annoyed.


    Without hesitation, he moved forward, made a subtle hand gesture, then shot Daion a smug grin before vanishing into the darkness. Just disappeared.


    The silence that followed was suffocating, as if the entire cave was holding its breath.


    Then, one of the bound soldiers slowly lifted into the air, floating toward them. Jack caught him without issue.


    The Devourers began murmuring¡ªinhuman, wet, rasping sounds, like something viscous slipping between their teeth.


    They were restless.


    Why?


    The second soldier floated toward them¡ª


    Then something dropped from the ceiling.


    A Devourer landed on the floating body, pinning it in midair. Its nostrils flared as it sniffed, like a hound catching a scent.


    The screech it let out was horrifying.


    And then, it sank its teeth into the soldier''s throat.


    A scream ripped through the cave.


    A wet sound.


    Then, from the darkness¡ª


    A voice.


    "Well, well¡­ what do we have here?"


    Minjae spun around instantly, knives in hand.


    The rest of the group snapped to attention.


    From the shadows, a reptilian creature emerged¡ªnearly two and a half meters tall. Its body was a mass of muscle, covered in dull scales and scars from old battles. Its long arms gripped a massive battle axe, its edges chipped and jagged, as if it had cleaved through countless bones.


    Its yellow eyes gleamed with anticipation.


    If reptiles could smile, this one was.


    Without warning, the axe came crashing down in a brutal strike.


    Minjae rolled out of the way just in time. The blade smashed into the rock, sending shards of stone flying like shrapnel.


    Without hesitation, Minjae countered. A clean cut. Precise.


    The reptile''s arm flew off in a spray of dark blood.


    The monster let out a guttural roar.


    But what it did next was even more disturbing.


    Showing no pain or desperation, it crouched, picked up its own severed arm¡­ and tossed it aside like trash.


    "Ugh¡­ filthy human," it snarled, flexing its jaw.


    Unfazed, it adjusted its grip on the axe with its remaining hand and locked eyes with Minjae.


    "Minjae, watch out!" Haruka shouted.


    Minjae reacted at the last second.


    A massive club swung past his head, the force of the blow sending a gust of wind that ruffled his hair.


    Another attack. Then another. Wild. Erratic. Minjae dodged with inhuman reflexes, but each strike forced him back, cornering him.


    For someone carrying an injured soldier, moving like that was absurd.


    But he wasn''t invincible.


    The cave exit was blocked.


    And worst of all¡­


    They weren''t alone.


    "You hear that?" the reptile muttered, flicking its forked tongue. "There''s a woman here."


    "Yes¡­" Its companion, a gaunt creature with black skin and four glowing red eyes, tilted its head. "There are probably more Summoned ones."


    The reptile''s gaze darkened with a hunger that had nothing to do with food.


    "Maybe we should have some fun before we kill them."


    A chill ran down Daion''s spine.


    Then, he moved.


    Jack tried to grab his arm, but Daion slipped free and sprinted forward without hesitation.


    If they wanted a fight, they''d get one.


    His blade slashed toward the reptile''s back.


    But the creature was ready.


    It turned swiftly, dodging with ease. Daion, off-balance, released his sword to retreat.


    Luckily, it wasn''t a direct hit.But now he was unarmed.


    Or was he?


    He remembered the fight with the bat in the city.


    The sword¡­


    He raised his hand, focusing.


    The blade responded instantly.


    It flew back to his palm with terrifying speed¡ªAnd in the process, it severed the leg of the gaunt monster.


    The creature looked down at its split foot¡­ with disturbing calm.


    "Gah! You bastard!" the reptile snarled at the sight of its injured comrade.


    Daion tightened his grip on his sword and, without thinking, shot back:


    "I''d say that title fits you better."


    A brief silence.


    Jack, still keeping an eye on the enemies, muttered,


    "¡­Was that an insult?"


    With adrenaline pumping through him, Daion replied confidently,


    "¡­Yeah? Right?"


    Jack sighed.


    "Look, I don''t know what kind of person you were before you lost your memory, but I really hope you weren''t a comedian."


    The reptile growled, more annoyed by their conversation than his companion''s injury.


    "Are you two done with your stupid jokes?"


    Jack smirked.


    "Tell him that. He''s the one testing new material in the middle of a fight."


    Daion cleared his throat, refocusing.


    The banter was cut short when Minjae¡ªstill holding the injured soldier¡ªshouted:


    "Catch!"


    Without thinking, Daion extended his arms.


    The weight nearly knocked him over, and in the process, his sword grazed the soldier''s leg.


    "Shit, sorry!" he blurted out immediately.


    The soldier only groaned in response.


    Minjae brought his arms together, and from him, a thick black smoke spread like venom, engulfing the monsters in a blinding haze.


    Then, with the precision of an executioner, his knife slid across the reptile''s throat.


    A wet gurgle echoed through the cave.


    The lizard dropped to its knees, its body trembling in spasms as blood bubbled from its open neck.


    A weak choking sound escaped its lips before its eyes went completely blank.


    "You bastard!" its companion roared.


    With a furious motion, the gaunt creature swung its massive club, striking Minjae with brutal force.


    The impact was deafening.


    The blow slammed him against the cave wall with a sickening crunch.


    A chilling snap filled the air.


    Minjae gasped. His mouth opened as if to breathe, but all he managed to do was cough up blood.


    Daion felt a cold shiver crawl down his spine.


    Minjae¡ªtheir most experienced fighter, their strongest ally¡ªwas on the ground.


    The monster advanced, stepping over its fallen comrade without a second thought.


    A twisted satisfaction gleamed in its grotesque face.


    Daion tried to move back.


    But his body wouldn''t respond.


    Then, he saw it.


    The creature''s leg¡­


    It was regenerating.


    "¡­Shit. It''s a Hellseaker," Jack murmured, his voice pale.


    A gunshot rang out in the cave.


    The bullet hit the creature directly in the eye, blasting through its skull in an explosion of flesh and bone.


    But the Hellseaker didn''t fall.


    It roared, its remaining eye burning with rage.


    "Daion, move!" Finn shouted, carrying the other soldier on his shoulder.


    The Devourers¡­ had awakened.


    The ground trembled under the weight of dozens of creatures emerging from the darkness. Their small, skeletal bodies swarmed forward, their gaping jaws filled with endless hunger.


    Daion slashed through the guard''s restraints, and together, they ran. Jack, somehow, had managed to carry Minjae as they fled.


    "What the hell just happened?!" Daion panted.


    "The rookie screwed up," Minjae groaned through clenched teeth.


    Finn and Daion exchanged confused looks.


    "The Devourer you killed¡­" Haruka muttered, tension thick in her voice. "Its blood fell on Minjae. You alerted them."


    A lump formed in Daion''s stomach. The weight of guilt hit him like a punch to the gut.


    But there was no time to dwell on it.


    Jack kept running at full speed.


    "We can''t worry about that now. Our only hope is reaching the entrance," he said, frustrated but breathless. "Haruka, get ready!"


    She nodded, flames dancing in her palm.


    They raced through the cave, past the ancient paintings Daion had seen earlier. The light of the exit seemed closer.


    Then¡­


    A bloodcurdling scream stopped them cold.


    Daion spun around.


    One of the soldiers had fallen.


    His body was swallowed by a swarm of Devourers.


    The creatures tore into him mercilessly, their teeth sinking into his flesh with ravenous glee. Their claws ripped open his abdomen, pulling out pieces of skin and organs with terrifying ease.


    The soldier''s screams¡ªpure, raw terror¡ªsent shivers down everyone''s spine.


    Daion''s body moved on instinct.


    His sword was ready to strike.


    His mind had already decided to save him.


    But then¡ª


    A hand grabbed him.


    "Leave him, idiot!"


    Daion froze.


    The others stopped too, momentarily stunned.


    "¡­What?"


    Jack''s eyes burned with fury¡­ and fear.


    "You can''t do anything!" he growled, teeth clenched. Behind them, the soldier''s screams became unbearable. "Look at him! They''re tearing him apart¡ªhe won''t be able to move! Even if you get those things off him, are you gonna carry him all the way out by yourself?"


    Daion''s world tilted.


    He looked at the soldier. Then at Jack.


    Jack¡ªwho had always been the rational one, the guy who knew what to do. But now¡­ he looked different.


    Angry, yes. But also terrified.


    He was telling him to let someone die.


    Someone who was only in this situation¡­ because of him.


    The Hellseaker''s roar shook the cave.


    And Daion did the only thing he could.


    He ran.


    End of Chapter.

 No Time for Heroes

    Daion ran, his heart pounding like a war drum. The Hellseeker''s roar echoed through the cave, closing in fast. Pain shot up his leg with every step, but stopping wasn''t an option. Not now. Not after leaving a man behind to die.


    The soldier''s screams still rang in his head.


    Jack stood at the cave''s exit, muscles tense, eyes locked onto him.


    "Move your ass, damn it!" he roared. "Haruka, get ready! The second he''s through, blow the entrance!"


    Haruka nodded, extending a hand. Murmured words. Fire erupted from her palm, illuminating the stacked fuel barrels near the entrance.


    Fifteen meters.


    Daion could almost feel the fresh air outside. But then¡ªimpact.


    A monstrous force yanked his leg back.


    The Hellseeker had caught him.


    Panic twisted in his gut. The beast raised its club and swung. Daion barely managed to raise his sword in defense. The impact was brutal. The blade flew from his hands, clattering against the cave floor.


    "No!" Finn shouted, firing his rifle. The bullets barely scratched the monster''s skin.


    The Hellseeker let out a guttural snarl and sank its claws into Daion''s leg. Agony tore through him. He screamed, breath coming in ragged gasps. Fear. Desperation. His hands clawed at the beast, uselessly.


    "Shit, I can''t kill it!" Finn gasped.


    Then¡ªa tingle in Daion''s arm. A strange heat.


    The glove.


    His mind flashed back to Haruka''s gem glowing before she cast fire. Could he do the same?


    He clenched his jaw, focusing on the sensation in his arm. He raised his palm, aiming at the Hellseeker, willing something to happen.


    Nothing.


    The Hellseeker growled and drove its claws into Daion''s side.


    Pain like fire.


    Daion screamed. Muscles seized. Blood soaked his clothes. His vision blurred.


    At the cave''s entrance, Jack clenched his fists. He could run in and help. But if he did, the Devourers would break free. If those monsters reached the city, everything would be lost.


    Maybe¡­ the only choice was to leave Daion behind.


    "This is his fault!" Minjae spat. "He got us into this!"


    Jack shut his eyes for a second, cursing under his breath.


    "If a Devourer gets close, destroy the entrance," he ordered Haruka.


    She swallowed hard.


    Finn kept firing, but the Hellseeker didn''t even flinch.


    Daion, barely clinging to consciousness, felt his arm tremble.


    The glove was glowing.


    The Hellseeker yanked its claws from Daion''s body and raised them for a killing blow. Its hollow eyes reflected only one thing¡ªdeath.


    No.


    Daion clenched his teeth. He refused to die.


    Not here.


    With his last strength, he screamed¡ªand his arm exploded with blinding light.


    A pure energy blast ripped through the Hellseeker''s skull.


    Half of its face disintegrated in a shower of burning flesh and boiling blood.


    The monster staggered back. Daion gasped, body on the brink of collapse. His arm burned like it was melting from the inside out.


    No time for pain.


    He forced himself to move. His injured leg threatened to buckle, but he had to run.


    Ten meters.


    Haruka saw the Devourers surging forward¡ªa tide of writhing shadows.


    And the Hellseeker¡­ it was still standing.


    It wasn''t regenerating, but its body still held power. It dug its feet into the stone¡ªpreparing to charge.


    Jack''s throat tightened.


    "Haruka, NOW!"


    Haruka lifted her hand, flame ready to fire.


    But she hesitated. Daion hadn''t crossed yet.


    "Wait!" Finn shouted.


    He raised a hand, chanting under his breath.


    The air vibrated. A sphere of compressed energy formed in his palm.


    "Close your eyes!"


    Finn released the sphere.


    It detonated midair.


    A blinding explosion of light swallowed the cave.


    The Devourers shrieked, disoriented. The Hellseeker stumbled.


    "Run, Daion!" Jack bellowed.


    Daion didn''t think.


    He sprinted.


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    Haruka reacted instantly, launching a fireball straight into the fuel barrels. Flames erupted¡ªbut nothing happened.


    Time froze.


    "What the fuck?" Minjae gasped.


    Daion''s breath hitched. "Haruka¡­ does your magic cause explosions?"


    She shook her head, teeth clenched. "I¡­ I haven''t reached that level yet!"


    Cold dread washed over Daion.


    Fire alone wouldn''t ignite the fuel.


    His mind raced. "The fire is heating the liquid, but we need the vapors to ignite!"


    Jack cursed, glancing at the cave.


    The Hellseeker was rising.


    Half its face was gone, but it was still coming.


    The Devourers, drawn by the scent of blood, crawled closer.


    Time was up.


    "Then what the fuck do we do?!" Jack roared.


    Daion''s mind clicked.


    "Oxygen!" he gasped. "We need oxygen to make it combust instantly!"


    He pushed himself up, barely able to stand. His pulse thundered in his ears.


    "Finn!" he shouted. "Tell me you have something with oxygen!"


    Finn groaned. "Damn it, stop yelling!"


    He traced a precise pattern in the air, forming a glowing blue circle.


    A magic grenade.


    "Starving Wind Grenade!" Finn murmured, clutching the swirling sphere in both hands.


    The core pulsed¡ªoxygen, condensed and volatile.


    Without hesitation, Finn hurled it into the flames.


    The sphere hovered¡ªthen collapsed into an invisible shockwave.


    Oxygen flooded the fire.


    And then¡ª


    BOOOOOOOM.


    The explosion consumed the cave in an instant.


    Boulders crashed down like falling meteors.


    The Hellseeker barely had time to shriek before it was crushed under tons of rock. Blood and viscera burst in a grotesque spray.


    The remaining Devourers were buried alive.


    The roar of the blast faded.


    Only the sound of settling stones remained¡­ and the ragged breaths of the survivors.


    A nearby guard stumbled to a corner and threw up.


    Daion could barely stand. His clothes were drenched in blood¡ªhis own.


    But anger burned hotter than pain.


    He glared at Jack. "You didn''t even know how to blow up a fucking barrel?"


    Jack shifted uncomfortably. "...It was our first time using explosives, I thought it''d be simple¡ª"


    "You made me haul volatile fuel without knowing how it worked? Are you an idiot?!"


    Jack scowled but didn''t argue.


    Then¡ªCRACK.


    A deep, bone-chilling sound from behind.


    The rubble shifted.


    The Hellseeker moved.


    With its last strength, the beast roared and lunged at Daion¡ªclaws outstretched.


    Jack moved.


    He tackled Daion to the ground just as¡ª


    SHLACK.


    His short sword pierced through the monster''s mouth, straight into its skull.


    The Hellseeker went still.


    Then¡ªits body convulsed.


    Jack barely had time to pull his sword free before¡ª


    BOOM.


    The Hellseeker''s flesh burst, drenching them in burning blood and gore.


    The stench of death was suffocating.


    Jack gritted his teeth. "We did what we could¡­"


    Daion trembled, rage boiling beneath the exhaustion.


    "Go to hell."


    He swung at Jack¡ª


    But his strength gave out.


    Darkness swallowed him as he collapsed.


    Jack stared at him for a moment, then signaled the group.


    "Pick him up. We''re heading back to SteelWall."


    They thought it was over.


    But deep in the forest, something stirred. Heavy footsteps echoed in the darkness¡ªcreatures returning home. And all they found was ruin.


    Their den, destroyed.


    Their kin, dead.


    Blackness.


    Daion''s body burned. Muscles twitching, moving against his will.


    Was he awake? Or trapped in a damn nightmare?


    A voice echoed in his mind.


    Laughter. Mocking.


    He recognized it instantly.


    He tried to scream, to curse¡ªbut he couldn''t.


    That god''s image flickered in his mind like a phantom.


    "Don''t tell me¡­ you actually thought you''d be the hero?"


    The images shattered.


    "Keep this up, and you''ll just die."


    The voice vanished.


    Daion was left in the void. Alone. For what felt like hours, trapped between dreams and reality¡­ until a searing pain tore through his arm.


    His rest was over.


    Gasping, he shot upright.


    His right arm burned, like someone had poured acid over his skin.


    Looking down, he saw them¡ªdark veins, creeping up his arm from the glove. Thin, unnatural lines spreading like corruption beneath his skin.


    The crackle of fire pulled him from his thoughts. The sun was fading, bleeding into the horizon.


    The metallic stench of blood clung to the air, mixing with the bitter taste of medicine still in his mouth.


    "That wound looks nasty."


    Jack''s voice.


    Daion hadn''t even noticed him sitting there. Jack watched his arm, a flicker of interest in his eyes¡ªand unease.


    "It showed up after I transferred the Hellseeker''s energy into you."


    Daion stiffened.


    "You¡­ what?"


    Daion swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.


    Instinctively, he opened his interface.


    Omega Energy Absorbed: 140¦¸


    His glove looked¡­ darker. No other changes. But he felt different.


    Jack continued. "First transformation happens at 250 points. You''ve been out for hours. We already claimed the reward and were about to leave, but¡­"


    Daion grabbed him by the collar.


    "How the hell can you talk to me like nothing happened?"


    Jack blinked. "What?"


    Daion''s grip tightened.


    "You made me let a man die!"


    Jack''s expression hardened. "That was your choice."


    The words hit like a gut punch.


    Daion''s jaw clenched. Rage. Frustration.


    "Because you threatened to leave me behind! I don''t want to die, but I can''t stop hearing his screams. What kind of leader does that?!"


    Jack exhaled sharply.


    "Listen¡ªwithout me, you''d already be dead. You''re just a rookie who knows nothing."


    Daion''s fists shook.


    Jack shoved him¡ªhard.


    Daion hit the ground with a painful thud.


    The gap in strength was undeniable.


    The air grew heavy.


    Haruka and Finn shifted uncomfortably.


    From the sidelines, Minjae watched, amused.


    "You left him to die."


    "Yeah. To survive."


    Jack didn''t hesitate.


    A chill crawled up Daion''s spine.


    "You didn''t even hesitate¡­" he whispered. "I was a coward. I let him die. But you¡­ you never doubted, did you?"


    He was shaking.


    Despite the warmth of the fire, he felt cold.


    Jack crossed his arms.


    "This world has one rule: survive."


    Daion squeezed his eyes shut.


    "Did you hesitate when you told Haruka to collapse the cave?"


    Jack went quiet for a moment.


    "Of course. But it was either you or¡ª"


    Daion''s stomach twisted.


    "So you''d leave any of us behind if it meant surviving."


    It wasn''t a question.


    Jack froze.


    Daion stepped closer, voice rising. "You wouldn''t, right?!"


    "I WOULD DO EVERYTHING TO AVOID IT!"


    For the first time, Jack snapped.


    "But if I have to choose between a stranger and the people under my command¡ªmy decision is clear."


    Silence.


    Jack turned away, walking toward the fire. Conversation over.


    Haruka pulled her knees to her chest, curling into herself.


    Finn stared at Jack, his expression unreadable. Anger? Pity? Maybe both.


    Daion swallowed.


    "If it was an entire town¡­ if we had to risk our lives to save them. What would you do?"


    Jack barely glanced over his shoulder.


    "The right thing."


    Daion felt his chest tighten.


    That¡­ wasn''t an answer.


    But he didn''t push further.


    With his body still weak, he sank down next to Finn and Haruka.


    His sword was strapped to his back.


    "I thought I lost it¡­"


    Finn didn''t take his eyes off the fire. "If you have a sheath, your weapon returns after some time."


    His voice was tired.


    Haruka absently traced patterns in the dirt, lost in thought.


    Daion stared into the flames. The screams still echoed in his head.


    "Why didn''t that thing die when I blew its head off? And¡­ how the hell did I even do that?"


    Finn glanced at him¡ªnot with pity, but understanding. He was a rookie too. Maybe he''d been through this already.


    "Hellseekers are scouts," he explained. "They move ahead of an attack to gather intel, so they''re built tougher."


    He shrugged. "As for what you did¡­ no idea. Never seen anything like it."


    His tone wasn''t convinced. More like he was trying to reassure Daion.


    But then¡ª


    Click.


    Something in Daion''s mind clicked into place.


    "Wait. You said Hellseekers come before an attack?" His voice was tense.


    Finn frowned. "Yeah¡­ why?"


    Haruka met his gaze, equally confused.


    Then¡ªFinn realized it.


    His face paled.


    "That means¡­ SteelWall¡ª"


    He didn''t get to finish.


    DONG.


    The city''s bells rang.


    Loud. Urgent.


    Echoing through the trees.


    Finn and Haruka shot to their feet.


    "The bells¡­" Haruka whispered.


    Daion frowned. "So what?"


    A figure emerged from the shadows¡ªMinjae.


    His expression said everything.


    Jack stood abruptly, turning toward the city. His jaw tightened.


    "They only ring when¡ª"


    BOOOOOOM.


    The ground shook.


    A deafening roar split the air.


    Fire. Smoke. Explosions.


    SteelWall was under attack.


    Daion''s heart dropped.


    He spun toward his team. Everyone reached for their weapons.


    He took a step forward, ready to run¡ª


    But no one followed.


    He turned.


    They were all watching Jack.


    Waiting.


    Jack stood still, eyes locked on the rising smoke. His fists clenched.


    Daion met his gaze.


    For a split second, Jack''s expression flickered.


    ''Right after I said I''d do the right thing¡­ What are the fucking odds?''


    Jack inhaled deeply.


    His expression hardened.


    And then, he spoke.


    "We''re leaving."

 Hero Complex

    "What...?"


    That was all Daion could say. His gaze locked onto Jack, but the man remained impassive¡ªstern as always. Haruka glanced at him, her expression uneasy. Two years with them, and she still hadn¡¯t gotten used to those words. She bit her lip, looking away. Finn¡¯s mouth hung open, but he said nothing, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Minjae, on the other hand, didn¡¯t react. His eyes remained fixed on the night sky, reflecting the glow of flames consuming the distant village.


    Jack turned back to Daion. His hands trembled, his leg twitched slightly, his fingers curled into a fist¡ªsmall tells betraying his otherwise calm demeanor. ¡°Do I need to repeat myself? We¡¯re leaving.¡±


    Daion ran through the forest, breath ragged, dodging roots and undergrowth. Not from exhaustion, but from rage. Frustration. Fear. SteelWall loomed ahead, growing closer with each stride. What the hell am I doing? Sixty meters. What am I even planning? Playing the hero? Yeah, right. His boot caught on something, sending him face-first into the mud. Groaning, he pushed himself up and turned back. No one was following. For the first time since arriving in this world, he was alone at night. He had been lucky until now. Now, he was about to die for being an idiot.


    Jack¡¯s voice echoed in his head. "It¡¯s not ideal to travel at night¡­" The memory surfaced¡ªJack¡¯s hands shaking as he packed up camp, Minjae idly flipping his knife between his fingers. "But if we move now, we can reach a town before midnight."


    Daion had stepped forward, seething. "Quit talking nonsense." Jack hadn¡¯t flinched. "If that village is still under attack even after the Hellseeker¡¯s death, then it''s a horde. We don¡¯t stand a chance."


    "You don¡¯t know that. It could be anything."


    Jack scoffed. "Oh really? And where did you get that idea? From the bedtime stories your mother told you? Oh, wait¡­" His voice dipped. "You don¡¯t remember, do you?"


    Daion''s fist crashed into Jack¡¯s face. Jack barely moved, blinking in irritation. His voice remained level. "How can you just leave them to die? It makes no sense."


    "It¡¯s survival."


    "It¡¯s cowardice!"


    Daion trembled with fury. His gemstone pulsed, his arm burned, but he ignored it. He just wanted to see how far Jack¡¯s cynicism would go.


    "If we go, we die."


    "Is that all you people do? Run? Is that why you lost the war?"


    Jack exhaled through his nose. "We¡¯re not soldiers. And this isn¡¯t our war¡ªit¡¯s theirs." He gestured toward the rising smoke in the distance. "We¡¯re just a bunch of nobodies who happened to die in front of the wrong god."


    Silence.


    And Daion understood. He wasn¡¯t the first to think it. They were all just kids. Thrown into a war they never asked for. But still¡­ something burned inside him. The screams of the man he left behind pounded in his skull.


    Jack sighed. "We only have one goal: survive as long as we can in this shitty world."


    Daion clenched his fists. "You¡¯re not surviving." His voice was low. "Surviving is fighting to see another day. You¡¯re just running until there¡¯s no tomorrow left."


    Minjae clicked his tongue, annoyed. "And what¡¯s the difference?"


    Daion ignored him. His eyes searched Haruka and Finn. "You¡¯re really not going to say anything? Just accept this and run away with your tails between your legs?"


    Haruka lowered her head. "It¡¯s not like we have many choices¡­ If we¡¯re not together, we¡¯ll die."


    Finn hesitated, then stepped closer to Jack. "It¡¯s a village, Jack. Are we really just walking away?" His voice was quiet, but firm. Jack didn¡¯t answer. Finn didn¡¯t press further. This wasn¡¯t the first time. Not even his first time. And yet, he still accepted it.


    Daion turned away from them. "Do whatever you want. I¡¯m going to try something." His legs shook. His body felt sluggish.


    Haruka reached out, grabbing his hand. "You don¡¯t have to do this¡­ You can come with us." She turned to Jack. "He can, right? It¡¯s better to have help¡­ it¡¯s better to fight together¡­"


    Minjae scoffed and turned away. Jack studied her for a moment, then exhaled. "Summoned ones have to look out for each other, right?"


    Daion chuckled bitterly. "Even if it means abandoning everyone else?"


    Haruka squeezed his hand. She was trembling. Gently, Daion pulled away. "Sorry. I can still hear that man screaming. I don¡¯t know if I can live with it¡­ but if I run now, I know I¡¯ll let the next monster kill me."


    Jack¡¯s eyes darkened. "So you¡¯ll die out of guilt? Out of some stupid remorse for a guy you didn¡¯t even know?"


    Daion shrugged. "What can I say? Being human sucks."


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    He was hoping at least one of those idiots would change their mind and follow him. But no. He was still running alone.


    Thirty meters.


    The city gates were in sight. He was just about to break free from the forest when an irritating voice made him frown.


    ¡ª"Hold it right there, ''hero.''"


    Daion spun around.


    He recognized the voice instantly. But what surprised him wasn¡¯t hearing it inside his head¡ªit was seeing the source perched casually on a rock.


    There he was. The god.


    No towering stature. No orbiting black holes. Just a normal-looking guy holding a glass of wine.


    ¡ª"You know," the god muttered, swirling his drink, "I had a meeting with my boss¡­" He sighed, taking a sip. "But it seems my ¡®chosen one¡¯ has decided he has a death wish. What happened? Did you suddenly remember your dad abandoned you or something?"


    Daion didn¡¯t bother answering.


    ¡ª"Gods have bosses?"


    The god raised an eyebrow, about to explain the celestial hierarchy, but Daion cut him off.


    ¡ª"You know what? I don¡¯t have time for your bullshit."


    ¡ª"You said you wanted to survive."


    Daion froze.


    ¡ª"That¡¯s what you told me when you first got here." The god studied him, calm and unreadable. "And now your survival plan is to charge straight into a hurricane."


    Daion hesitated. He hadn¡¯t really thought about it that way. What the hell am I even doing?


    ¡ª"Why do you care?"


    ¡ª"Because finding new heroes is a pain in the ass."


    ¡ª"Oh, so now you care? You threw me in here without explaining a damn thing!"


    The god clicked his tongue.


    ¡ª"Pff, I figured it was for the best. If I had told you what abilities you had or who I was, you¡¯d have gotten cocky and died in two days. At least this way, I know you¡¯re still alive on your own merit."


    ¡ª"Has that happened before?"


    ¡ª"Plenty of times." No hesitation.


    Daion scoffed.


    ¡ª"And here I thought you were just too lazy to talk to mortals."


    ¡ª"You¡¯re dead. Technically, you¡¯re not a mortal anymore."


    The god smirked. Arrogant. Amused.


    ¡ª"Summoned ones with a hero complex don¡¯t last long against the Corrupt." He glanced at the distant column of smoke rising beyond the trees. "I didn¡¯t expect you to be one of them."


    Daion clenched his fists.


    ¡ª"I don¡¯t think I¡¯m a hero. I just can¡¯t let those people die."


    ¡ª"You let that man die for survival¡­" The god¡¯s gaze sharpened. "And now you¡¯re willing to die for others. That¡¯s not bravery¡ªit¡¯s hypocrisy. You¡¯re still just a human pretending to be something you¡¯re not."


    Daion¡¯s jaw tightened.


    ¡ª"So tell me, what changed?" The god leaned forward slightly, voice quieter now, almost curious. "The people in that city¡­ they¡¯re strangers. You don¡¯t know them."


    A pause.


    ¡ª"So why do you care?"


    Silence.


    For the first time, Daion hesitated.


    Why? He had no reason to risk his life. The god was right. Maybe Jack was right, too. Maybe running away was the smart choice.


    But¡­


    He had already died once. He had nothing in this world.


    The people of this land¡­ their families¡­ their lives¡­ Could he really save himself, knowing others would die just so he could live another day?


    No.


    He wouldn¡¯t be able to live with himself.


    ¡ª"I¡¯m doing it anyway."


    The god tilted his head, watching him.


    ¡ª"Then I was wrong. You don¡¯t have a hero complex¡­ you have a savior complex."


    ¡ª"Call it whatever you want."


    Daion turned his back on him, but before walking away, he glanced over his shoulder.


    ¡ª"Thanks for the pep talk, I guess."


    The god shrugged.


    ¡ª"If you die, you¡¯ll prove me right."


    Daion didn¡¯t stop.


    ¡ª"But if you live¡­" The god¡¯s voice turned almost playful. "Well, maybe you really are a hero."


    No answer.


    The god sighed and took another sip of wine.


    ¡ª"Alright, fine. I¡¯ll give you some advice."


    The air crackled with energy.


    ¡ª"The Corrupt underestimate rookies. Win with the first strike. And don¡¯t fight honorably¡­ survive at all costs."


    ¡ª"I¡¯ll keep that in mind."


    The god smirked.


    ¡ª"See you later¡­ or never, hero."


    His body started fading into thin air.


    ¡ª"Oh, and if you die, make sure to leave your sword in my dimension before you reincarnate."


    Daion let out a short chuckle. Maybe the last one he¡¯d ever have.


    ¡ª"Deal."


    Daion advanced with slow, deliberate steps.


    Sweat slicked his palms. His legs trembled. But he did not stop.


    He crossed the gates.


    The screams hit him instantly¡ªa cacophony of agony, the splintering collapse of stone, the ravenous roar of fire consuming everything in its path. The air was thick with the stench of blood, burnt flesh, and death itself.


    Corpses littered the streets like broken dolls, some frozen in twisted expressions of terror, others reduced to nothing more than unrecognizable remnants.


    Smoke clawed at his vision.


    He climbed atop the ruins of a crumbling building¡ªjust in time to hear it.


    The clash of steel. A cry of pain.


    He turned his head.


    And watched as the upper half of a soldier crashed to the ground, his severed torso spilling viscera across the stone like discarded scraps of meat.


    Then, he saw them.


    The Corrupt.


    The first resembled a warped, nightmarish wolf¡ªits limbs unnaturally long, each step carving deep gashes into the pavement with razor-sharp claws. Its body was draped in filthy, matted fur, but its head¡ªits head¡ªwas a grotesque horror. A canine snout, split in two directions, lined with rows of jagged, glistening teeth.


    Tiny, luminous eyes covered its face like a spider¡¯s, shifting and darting in every direction, ceaseless, relentless. In one hand, it gripped a chipped, blood-drenched axe. In the other, it clutched a severed head, its lifeless eyes still wide with fading terror.


    The second was an even greater abomination.


    Its thick, violet-hued skin had the rough texture of a pig¡¯s hide, stretched over grotesquely overdeveloped muscles. Its twisted, goat-like legs ended in split hooves, the edges cracked and jagged with blackened claws.


    Two pairs of enormous boar tusks jutted from its body¡ªone set protruding from its throat to his snout, the other curving from its back, enclosing its bloated stomach.


    Except that wasn¡¯t just a stomach.


    It was a mouth.


    A cavernous, gaping maw filled with teeth that moved with a life of their own, writhing and gnashing hungrily.


    Four arms. Two massive, sinewy ones, gripping a rusted greatsword still slick with gore.


    The other two, smaller.


    Holding a still-living soldier.


    Daion saw the terror in his eyes. The desperate, futile struggle.


    Saw his legs kicking, his body twisting in frantic resistance.


    Saw as the creature''s hands thrust him toward that grotesque, salivating wound.


    Saw the moment the teeth clamped shut.


    The man¡¯s scream vanished in an instant, devoured by a sickening, wet crunch.


    Bile rose in Daion¡¯s throat. His stomach twisted.


    The weight of fear pressed against him, suffocating, demanding stillness.


    But he clenched his teeth.


    Forced himself forward.


    He stepped into the ruined street and drew his sword.


    With a single motion, he leapt¡ªlanding right in front of them.


    The soldiers behind him did not speak.


    Did not look relieved.


    But they did not stop him.


    The Corrupt turned their heads.


    And then¡ªthey smiled.


    End of Chapter 9.

 A Wolf and a Pig Walk Into a Bar…

    Even if he denied it, a part of Daion wanted to be the hero. He wanted to save the village, hear his name chanted in the streets, bask in the glory of victory. Reality hit him. Literally.


    The monster¡¯s axe swung down like a guillotine. Daion barely managed to block it, but the sheer force sent him flying. He crashed through a wooden stall, splinters stabbing into his back, before slamming into the ground with a sickening thud. Pain shot through his body, knocking the air from his lungs.


    "Well, well. A champion of the gods."


    The wolf¡¯s voice carried a mocking tone. Its jaws parted unnaturally wide, fangs glinting, throat swelling like a grotesque frog.


    "But he looks weak," the pig chimed in, both mouths speaking in eerie unison¡ªone on its snout, the other embedded in its bloated gut. "Look at his gauntlet. He must be running low on Omega energy."


    A sharp, barking laugh escaped the wolf, making the remaining soldiers tense. "Still better than these pathetic humans." It gestured at the trembling soldiers, caught between fear and the desperate hope that Daion would somehow save them.


    "I suppose."


    Daion gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand. Every muscle screamed at him to stay down, but adrenaline burned through his veins, dulling the pain. He raised his sword. The wolf tilted its head, eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement. Its snout parted, about to sneer¡ª


    A shout interrupted it. One of the soldiers charged, desperation fueling his reckless attack. He twisted past the wolf¡¯s axe, pressed a hand to its stomach, and roared: "Flash!"


    An explosion erupted. The shockwave sent the soldier flying backward, slamming into the ground with a pained grunt. Daion barely had time to process what happened before the stench of burning flesh filled the air. The soldier¡¯s arm was charred black.


    The pig chuckled, watching with amusement. "Arl, that was stupid," another soldier growled.


    "Worked though." The injured soldier forced a grin, unaware of the shadow forming behind the smoke. "I took him with me."


    A chill ran down Daion¡¯s spine. "Move, idiot!"


    ¡°¡­Huh?" The soldier blinked, confused.


    Then he heard it. A crunch. A low, inhuman growl.


    The wolf burst from the smoke with a shriek. Its axe swung in a perfect arc. The sickening sound of metal slicing through flesh filled the air. The soldier¡¯s head hit the ground and rolled, leaving a crimson trail in its wake.


    Screams erupted.


    "Tsk." The wolf spat blood, its abdomen still smoking, dark ichor dripping from the wound. "Told you not to get cocky, idiot."


    The pig chuckled, folding its secondary arms. Warm, sticky blood splattered across Daion¡¯s face. His gaze locked onto the soldier¡¯s body, now headless, lifeless. And for a moment, he couldn¡¯t move.


    "One last piece of advice"


    Jack¡¯s voice echoed in his mind.


    "Since I don¡¯t want you to die, it¡¯s free."


    Daion had scowled at him.


    "Remember how the Hellseeker¡¯s head exploded when I stabbed through its mouth?"


    "Yeah."


    "Every monster has a weak point. Sometimes it¡¯s obvious, sometimes it¡¯s not¡­" Jack grabbed his things and walked off, Haruka and Finn following in silence. "Find the weak point and shove steel through it. Good luck, Daion."


    Daion roared. The wolf turned just in time to see his sword coming down. It lunged, jaws snapping¡ª and caught the blade between its teeth.


    "Nice try, kid."


    "I¡¯m just getting started."


    Daion twisted his body and yanked with everything he had. The sword tore free, shredding flesh and ripping out teeth and chunks of jaw. The wolf howled, blood pouring from its ruined mouth.


    But there was no time to celebrate. The pig was already moving. Its massive sword swung down. Daion barely raised his blade in time to block, but the impact sent him skidding back, metal ringing through the street. He recovered fast, slashing at the pig¡¯s stomach-mouth. The cut barely dug in. He shifted, trying to avoid getting surrounded¡ª and forgot something crucial.


    The secondary arms. Thick fingers grabbed his shirt, lifting him into the air.


    "Fuck off!" He raised his sword, aiming for the monster¡¯s mouth. He wasn¡¯t getting eaten.


    Then he saw the wolf move. "Time to fly, birdie."


    The pig grinned and hurled him. Daion barely had time to brace before the wolf¡¯s attack slammed into him. His body hurtled through the air. He crashed through the tavern wall.


    Pain exploded. His back smashed against the bar, shattering it into splinters. Agony wracked his body. He felt his ribs break.


    He gasped. Coughed. Blood.


    He looked down. A crimson pool spread across the floor.


    "...Internal bleeding?"


    The pain was unbearable. He tried to stand. And collapsed.


    He couldn¡¯t die here. He wouldn¡¯t.


    The monsters stepped into the tavern, looking to confirm the kill. A quiet sob made Daion turn his head. The bartender¡¯s eyes met his. She trembled, the fire from earlier snuffed out, leaving only fear.


    Daion whispered, "Run¡­"


    The beasts chuckled, closing in.


    "What¡¯s wrong, summoned one? That all you got?" Their voices were almost disappointed.


    "Told you he was weak."


    Daion rose, staggering. His ribs screamed in protest.


    Something wasn¡¯t right.


    They were stronger. Faster. Better coordinated than the monsters in the cave.


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    But there were only¡­ two of them?


    Daion had been watching. The battle¡¯s epicenter was right here. But the rest of the village? Silent.


    "You¡¯re the only ones who showed up?"


    The monsters tensed.


    "What are you talking about?"


    Daion forced a smile, though his breath was heavy.


    "Are you bored with just the two of you?"


    He studied them. He was curious¡ªand he could buy himself a few moments to let his body recover.


    "Hellseekers¡­ aren¡¯t they supposed to alert the rest of the group where to attack?"


    The pig-faced monster frowned. The laughter stopped.


    "I see¡­ so it was you."


    His tone turned cold.


    "We assumed it was the villagers¡­ but there¡¯s no one here capable of killing Corrupteds."


    Daion¡¯s fingers tightened around his sword¡¯s hilt. The bartender was still crawling in the shadows. But he had no eyes for her.


    He was only looking at the monsters.


    And he smiled.


    "I¡¯m guessing that cave was your home¡­ Shame you found your buddy¡¯s blood decorating the entrance."


    Taunting them, Daion aimed to draw their attention. The Corrupteds advanced with terrifying calm, measuring his every move.


    "Still¡­ how did a brat like you take out a Raptor and a Hellseeker inside a predator¡¯s den?" The wolf¡¯s many spider-like eyes glowed as his deep, raspy voice vibrated in the air.


    Daion took a battle stance. Every muscle in his body protested, every wound burned like embers on his skin, but he ignored the pain. He had no choice. He had to fight.


    "Come find out¡­"


    It should have sounded defiant, but the tension shattered with a choked gasp.


    The bartender tripped before reaching the exit, crashing onto the floor with a dull thud.


    The monsters stopped. Their heads turned toward her with sickening interest.


    "Look, a woman," the pig grunted, his lower mouth licking itself with a thick, revolting sound.


    "And not a bad one at that¡­"


    Disgust and fury twisted Daion¡¯s gut. His hand clenched around a bottle on the counter.


    "Hey, assholes."


    He hurled it with force.


    Glass exploded against the Glutton¡¯s snout, dousing it in liquor. The pig licked his face slowly, savoring the alcohol with a twisted grin.


    "What do you think you¡¯re¡ª"


    Daion didn¡¯t answer. He lunged forward, grabbed a lit candle from a table, and raised it.


    The wolf realized instantly and moved to intercept him.


    Big mistake.


    Daion kicked his sword into the air with pinpoint accuracy, forcing the wolf to raise his guard. The blade slammed into him, knocking him onto his back.


    Wasting no time, Daion vaulted over a table, dodged the pig¡¯s wild slash, and flung the candle.


    FWOOSH!


    The fire reacted to the alcohol, and flames engulfed the monster¡¯s snout in an instant. A beastly screech tore through the air, a mix of agony and rage, as the pig thrashed wildly, toppling tables and chairs in desperation.


    "I thought demons lived in fire¡­ How ironic."


    An axe came crashing down.


    The impact split the floorboards, sending sparks flying.


    "We have many names, Summoned One¡­"


    The wolf¡¯s growl echoed through the tavern, his hundreds of eyes burning with fury.


    "Demon is just one of them."


    Daion grinned.


    "I see."


    He raised his hand. The gem on his gauntlet gleamed.


    The fallen sword shot up like a projectile, hurtling toward him at breakneck speed.


    Daion reached out.


    The wolf reacted, trying to dodge, but the blade was already in Daion¡¯s grip. The wolf¡¯s erratic movement made it slice across his side, carving a deep, dark gash into his fur.


    The wolf didn¡¯t scream.


    The sword¡¯s weight jerked Daion¡¯s arm with brutal force, throwing him off balance. His feet slipped, and he had to steady himself to avoid falling.


    He could still feel the tremor in his arm from the impact. But he adjusted his stance, locking eyes on his opponents.


    The pig, still smoldering with fire, turned to him with rage-filled eyes and swung a savage strike.


    Daion didn¡¯t dodge.


    He attacked with everything he had.


    Steel clashed against steel.


    The impact thundered through the tavern. Sparks burst violently into the air.


    And for the first time, the enemy recoiled.


    Both monsters locked their gaze onto Daion.


    Adrenaline coursed through him like liquid fire. He ignored the pain, ignored the blood on his lips, ignored his muscles screaming with every movement.


    He felt unstoppable.


    A quick glance confirmed it¡ªthe bartender was gone. At least something had gone right.


    "Not bad," the pig growled.


    His snout still smoked, and his blackened tusks glistened with an eerie hue.


    "Usually, these villages are a waste of time," the wolf muttered, baring his fangs in a twisted grin. "But fighting a Summoned One? That¡¯s something else. Though¡­ aren¡¯t you supposed to have special powers?"


    Daion looked up, annoyed.


    "My sword flies."


    "That¡¯s it? How disappointing."


    Daion took a step forward. Confidence surged through him.


    "Do you even realize who¡¯s kicking your ass here?"


    The monsters laughed.


    And before he could react, both enemy weapons came crashing down on him.


    BANG!


    The impact roared through the air. He barely had time to raise his sword to block.


    The ground beneath his feet cracked apart.


    His knees buckled.


    A sharp pain tore through his chest.


    He coughed.


    Warm blood trickled down his lips.


    His confidence shattered in an instant.


    The pig¡¯s lower arms slammed into his gut with brutal force. The air was ripped from Daion¡¯s lungs as the impact bent him in half. He staggered back, gasping.


    The pig swung his sword in a downward arc. Daion rolled aside at the last second, dodging¡ªbut then the wolf appeared out of nowhere.


    WHAM!


    A kick slammed into his chest like a sledgehammer.


    His body was sent flying.


    He crashed to the ground with brutal force. Pain rattled through him.


    When he opened his eyes¡ªhe saw them.


    The spears.


    The soldiers were still there.


    They trembled.


    But they held their weapons.


    He saw some helping the villagers escape through the wreckage.


    Daion tried to rise, his breathing ragged.


    A man stepped forward.


    Tall. Strong.


    His battle-worn armor bore the scars of countless fights. A thick beard framed his face, roughened by war.


    "Hey, kid."


    His voice was deep. Gravelly as stone.


    "How much time do you need to get them out of here?"


    The soldier hesitated at the question. A summoned one, sent by the gods to save them... He was actually trying to help.


    "About ten minutes," he finally replied.


    Daion clicked his tongue.


    "Then you''d better get ready."


    A deep crack echoed through the ruins.


    The soldiers raised their spears.


    The monsters emerged.


    "Ugh¡­ more humans?" the wolf groaned, his voice thick with disdain. "I just want to have some fun with¡­ the summoned one."


    He dragged out the last words, savoring them like a death sentence.


    Daion''s stomach twisted.


    The boar stepped forward beside its companion, its snout still smoldering, filling the air with the sickening stench of burned flesh.


    The soldiers tensed. The monsters were wounded.


    But¡ª


    The wolf let out a bone-chilling howl.


    The sound struck like a storm. Everything blurred.


    Then, his throat began to swell.


    It expanded, stretching larger and larger, inflating like a translucent balloon fused to his body. Inside, Omega energy pulsed with a sickly glow, writhing in a chaotic pattern.


    His twin jaws opened wide.


    A grotesque flower of flesh and fangs unfurled to its full extent, locking onto the soldiers standing beside Daion.


    And then¡ª


    It fired.


    The air exploded.


    A sonic wave ripped through everything in its path, obliterating the ground and shattering the remnants of the ruins.


    The soldiers had no time to react.


    The impact broke their bones instantly. Their bodies trembled and convulsed, their organs collapsing under the crushing, invisible force of the vibration.


    When the wave passed, they fell like broken dolls.


    Their lifeless bodies bled from their eyes, ears, and open mouths¡ªsilent screams frozen on their faces.


    Daion''s ears rang with a deafening, piercing noise. His head spun.


    When his vision cleared again, he saw only death.


    The last remnants of courage among the soldiers crumbled.


    Some ran in blind panic.


    Others stood frozen, unable to move a single muscle in sheer terror.


    Only Daion, the soldier from before, and a handful of others were left standing.


    The wolf grinned in satisfaction.


    "Now that''s a real special ability."


    Daion gritted his teeth.


    "You bastard¡­"


    Ignoring the searing pain in his body, he lunged forward.


    But the boar blocked his path.


    The clash of weapons echoed in the air. Daion twisted and thrust his sword straight at the monster¡¯s torso.


    It was a mistake.


    The jaws on the boar¡¯s stomach snapped open¡ª


    And caught his blade.


    "Bad move, Omega creature¡­"


    "What¡ª?"


    The monster¡¯s fangs clamped down with a sickening, wet crunch.


    CRACK!


    Daion pulled with all his strength.


    But it was too late.


    The teeth sank into the metal as if it were butter. The blade''s tip snapped effortlessly.


    For a moment, Daion''s heartbeat stopped.


    He stumbled back in shock.


    And the boar struck.


    Its massive fist slammed into his left arm.


    CRUNCH!


    The brutal sound of breaking bones rang through the air. A searing, unbearable pain tore through Daion from head to toe. A raw scream of agony escaped his throat.


    His nerves ignited like fire. The pain was so overwhelming he could barely breathe.


    His sword slipped from his grip.


    He collapsed in front of the remaining soldiers, gasping for air. Strong hands caught him, lifting him up.


    The wolf smirked.


    "Time to end this shit."


    His throat began to swell again. His fangs parted wide.


    This time, aimed directly at Daion.


    End of Chapter 10.

 Turns Out, Dying Hurts

    Howard crouched behind the rubble, peering at the scene.


    There they were. The soldiers. Lord Kael. And that Summoned he''d run into before.


    He wanted to run and find his father, Arl, but with all the fire and bodies, how could he tell what was happening?


    It was horrifying. The beast''s throat swelled like a bellows, its translucent skin glowing a sickly red. Another howl was coming.


    The Summoned was bleeding. He had never seen one so injured before. His arm was twisted, mangled. And despite that¡ªhe was helping.


    Howard almost felt bad for throwing that brick at him the day before.


    But he couldn''t stay here. He couldn''t let them kill Lord Kael...


    Earlier That Morning


    Howard stood with his group, puffing out his chest in front of two church girls.


    "You won''t believe it," he declared, while his friends rolled their eyes. "A terrifying Summoned saw us yesterday. Looked us straight in the eye."


    The girls, entertained, kept eating.


    "These two trembled like babies," Howard continued, pointing at his friends.


    "Liar!" one protested.


    "Pff, that''s not even how it happened," the other added.


    Howard ignored them and leaned closer to the girls.


    "But I stood my ground. Fearless. I walked right up to him and asked, ''What do you want?''"


    The girls giggled.


    "And what did he say?"


    Howard grinned dramatically.


    "He said, ''Hand over your stuff, brats.''"


    "That''s a giant lie, and you know it¡ª" his friend tried to argue, but Howard was already at the climax of his story.


    "So I raised my rifle and¡ªbam! He ran off with his tail between his legs!"


    The girls laughed again¡ªuntil a heavy sound made the ground tremble.


    Silence.


    General Kael.


    Howard''s stomach twisted into a knot. The girls hid their food and ran into the church.


    "Nice going, old man. Ruined my moment," Howard grumbled.


    Kael raised an eyebrow.


    "How old are you, talking like that?"


    "I talk like everyone else."


    "Not everyone is a child."


    Howard scoffed and turned his head¡ªonly to realize his friends had already vanished.


    "Idiots!" he growled.


    Kael shook his head.


    "Let''s go see your father."


    Howard sighed and followed him.


    As they walked through the dusty streets, Kael broke the silence.


    "How have your parents been since moving here?"


    Howard kicked a can.


    "Fine. Everyone''s been nice¡­ but it doesn''t matter."


    "Why?"


    "Because the demons will get here eventually."


    Kael clicked his tongue.


    "Then we''ll kill them. That''s what soldiers are for. And we have a group of Summoned too¡ª"


    Howard let out a dry laugh.


    "Yeah, right. ''Summoned heroes''? More like a bunch of pussies."


    Kael stopped.


    "Watch your mouth. They are still envoys of the gods."


    Howard shot him a look of pure contempt. To him, Kael was just an old man clinging to fairy tales. Because he knew the truth.


    He had two memories of his brother.


    The first: the day he graduated from the academy, grinning ear to ear, ready to be a hero.


    The second: his brother screaming in despair. His parents carrying him as they fled, while the Summoned¡ªsent by the church to ''help''¡ªsimply walked away. Without even trying.


    Howard clenched his fists.


    "They''re not saviors¡­" he muttered.


    Kael saw his expression and didn''t push further.


    "Then I will protect them. I won''t let anything happen to your father while he''s under my command."


    Howard swallowed hard. Something warm trickled down his cheek. He quickly wiped the tear away.


    They arrived at his house. The smell of stew hung in the air. His favorite meal.


    "Thanks, Lord Kael. See you later."


    With that, he ran to the door, a smile on his face.


    But deep inside, the decision was already made.


    He wouldn''t let Kael die.


    He wouldn''t be like the Summoned.


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    With his telekinesis, he lifted a chunk of rubble and locked eyes with the wolf.


    He was ready.


    Daion looked up, shaking. Fear had him trapped. His left arm burned like fire, twisted at a terrible angle¡ªbut he could still move it.


    His sword lay a few meters away. The tip was broken, but it would still work. If only he could reach it...


    He tried to stand, but his legs refused. His body wouldn''t obey him.


    The wolf stared him down, holding his gaze for only a second before energy began condensing in its maw. There was no escape.


    With a cry, Daion forced himself up¡ªonly to collapse again.


    The pig-like beast chuckled, licking both of its mouths in disgusting satisfaction.


    He didn''t want to die. Not like this.


    His eyes burned with frustration, and the words echoed in his head:


    "Heroes don''t last long here."


    He gritted his teeth. What an idiot he''d been! Why hadn''t he run when he had the chance?


    "What the hell are you doing?! Get up, you idiot!"


    A familiar voice rang in his mind. He didn''t know whose it was, but it sounded pissed.


    His subconscious trying to motivate him? What a stupid time for memories.


    The wolf''s attack was ready. Omega energy crackled in its throat.


    "A pleasure, Summoned¡­ you were a fun hunt."


    Daion forced a confident smirk.


    "Then shoot, you piece of shit¡­"


    He closed his eyes. The explosion shook the ground with a deafening roar¡ªbut something was off. The sound wasn''t what he expected.


    A yelp. Not his. The wolf''s.


    Daion opened his eyes just in time to see the deadly blast tearing through houses¡ªbut not him. Something had slammed into the beast''s snout, hard.


    The wolf snarled, its muzzle bleeding.


    "Agh¡­ Who the fuck¡ª?"


    Everyone turned at once. And there he was. Small, legs shaking, face tense with determination.


    "Howard!" Sir Kael shouted, in utter disbelief.


    The wolf froze. Its fur bristled, its claws extended, and its countless eyes dilated in fury.


    "A brat¡­? How dare a mere child?!"


    Daion felt the wolf''s killing intent pierce through Howard like a knife.


    "RUN, KID!"


    Howard didn''t need to be told twice. He bolted, jumping over the rubble.


    The beast chased after him.


    Daion saw Kael hesitate.


    "Go!" he called. "I''ll handle pig-face."


    Kael hesitated.


    "Even if I do, I can''t kill it without a divine weapon¡­ and in your state¡ª"


    "Don''t worry about me."


    With a groan, Daion gathered all his strength. He wouldn''t last long, but it would be enough.


    An unpleasant memory surfaced.


    "Tell me you have one of those disgusting-tasting orbs."


    Kael rummaged through his bag as the soldiers braced themselves and the pig-like monster advanced.


    "Here. But it won''t heal you completely¡ª"


    "I know."


    Daion bit down on it, forcing himself not to gag at the awful taste.


    "I just need to move again."


    His minor wounds began to close, energy surging through his body¡ªbut the pain in his bones remained. Just as that hooded had said, the damage wouldn''t fully heal.


    Kael wasted no time and dashed away.


    The pig-monster watched him briefly, but Daion hurled a rock straight at its face.


    It turned, growling, its charred tusks still smoldering.


    Daion extended his hand¡ªhis sword flew to him. Catching it sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he didn''t let go.


    He held firm, ignoring the agony.


    "Your fight is with me. Let''s finish this."


    The pig-monster roared in fury. It spread its arms wide and charged at Daion and the soldiers, trampling several in its path. It didn''t finish them off¡ªjust swatted them aside. Its real target was clear.


    The only one who could fight back.


    Daion braced himself, but the monster was already on him. It lunged, propelling itself forward with brutal force.


    Daion slashed through the air¡ªmissed.


    In a blink, the beast landed behind him. It winced in pain from the impact, but its smug grin never wavered. Before Daion could turn, a fist slammed into his chest.


    The blow sent him flying, crashing into the rubble.


    Daion rolled to his feet, brushing off the dust. He locked eyes with the pig and raised a taunting hand, daring it to come at him.


    The glutton snorted and advanced slowly¡ªuntil a soldier intercepted it.


    A spear plunged into its side.


    The pig let out a quiet grunt, as if it had only felt a splinter.


    The soldier swallowed hard, frozen in terror as the monster raised its massive axe.


    Daion didn''t hesitate.


    He hurled his sword.


    The blade slashed through the pig''s arm before the axe could swing down.


    The beast barely had time to look up before Daion was already on him. Leaping forward, he drove his fist straight into the creature''s snout.


    The pig stumbled.


    The soldier took his chance and fled.


    Daion didn''t let up.


    He jumped again, using his momentum, and unleashed another full-force punch. But this time¡ª


    CRACK.


    His fist slammed into one of the tusks protruding from the monster''s neck.


    Pain shot through his hand, but he didn''t stop.


    He landed, twisted his body, and threw a perfect uppercut with his other arm.


    The pig coughed up blood.


    His hits were working.


    Daion inhaled sharply, adrenaline flooding his veins. He stretched out his hand¡ªhis sword flew back to him.


    This was it.


    He prepared for the final blow.


    But then¡ªthe pig grinned.


    At the last second, it caught the sword with its upper left arm. Daion tried to yank it free, but the beast''s lower arms clamped onto his clothes like iron shackles.


    In an instant, it hoisted him up to eye level.


    The pig was bleeding, battered¡ªbut its grin remained. Wide. Satisfied.


    Its lower mouth licked its lips, eager for Summoned flesh.


    "You made the same mistake again, idiot," it growled, a deep, guttural laugh rumbling from its throat. "Too bad you won''t get the chance to learn from it."


    Daion thrashed desperately, straining every muscle in his body, but the monster''s grip was like steel.


    "Shit!"


    The beast''s mouth opened¡ªhot, rancid breath washing over him.


    Ready to devour him whole.


    Panic seized him.


    His mind blanked. His body stopped responding.


    All he could do was kick and struggle¡ªuseless.


    "Please¡­ I don''t want to die¡­"


    He wanted to cry. But even that was beyond him.


    "A Summoned, begging?" the pig mocked, savoring every moment. "What a pathetic hero."


    It turned him easily, holding him up like a trophy. The soldiers looked on, helpless.


    Daion fought to think¡ªany plan, any escape. But his mind was empty.


    He stretched out his right arm, praying for the same power that had saved him before.


    Nothing.


    The pig tilted its head, intrigued by his futile attempt.


    Daion exhaled shakily, lowering his hand.


    Maybe those idiots were right.


    Maybe this was the part where someone would swoop in and save him. Like in those ridiculous stories he used to hear.


    "I don''t watch anime or whatever. That''s for freaks."


    A different voice echoed in his head¡ªa man''s this time.


    Of course.


    No one was coming.


    Time slowed.


    He looked at the pig again. Everything about it was grotesque.


    Why did they call it "The Glutton"? Just because it was a pig?


    His eyes traced over its body, searching. Anything.


    The tusks. They ran from its shoulders up its thick neck, curving toward its snout.


    Strange design.


    Why? It couldn''t just be aesthetic.


    Then¡ªit clicked.


    A creature this massive had a weak point.


    Its spine.


    One of the tusks was already cracked from his last hit.


    "What''s wrong, kid? Giving up already?"


    The god''s voice rumbled in his mind.


    Daion gritted his teeth.


    No. He wouldn''t.


    Fear twisted into rage. Adrenaline surged through him.


    As the pig''s mouth drew closer, he gathered every last ounce of strength and punched it straight in the snout.


    The monster snarled in pain.


    "Don''t fight with honor¡­"


    Power crackled down his arm, surging into his gauntlet.


    He spread his fingers.


    A blast of energy erupted.


    The recoil was brutal. His bones snapped from the force.


    But it worked.


    The shot tore through the pig''s open mouth.


    The beast dropped him on reflex.


    Daion landed on his feet. His knees buckled, but his left arm still worked.


    He pivoted.


    "Every monster has a weak point. Hit it¡ªand they die."


    Jack''s words echoed in his head.


    Daion felt Omega energy flood his body.


    With a furious roar, he drove his feet into the ground and struck.


    Steel met bone.


    His one shot. Everything he had.


    The tusk shattered.


    His sword carved through flesh, spine¡ªthen the second tusk.


    The pig''s massive body collapsed onto its back.


    Dead.


    Its head rolled beside him with a sickening thud.


    It still twitched.


    Without hesitation, Daion split it in two with a final slash.


    Then he dropped to his knees, gasping.


    His entire body burned.


    Had he won?


    The soldiers erupted into cheers.


    Relief swept through them. They clapped, shouting his name.


    It was a strange feeling.


    Daion felt himself on the verge of collapse.


    He had done it.


    He had proven himself.


    But then¡ª


    A howl tore through the night.


    The Wolf.


    He had almost forgotten.


    Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to stand.


    The soldiers looked at him, confused.


    To be honest, he didn''t understand why he was moving either.


    He could tell himself it was logic¡ªif they didn''t kill the Wolf now, it would slaughter everyone later.


    But it was more than that.


    It wasn''t just the thrill of hearing his name chanted in victory.


    It was something deeper. Something pushing him forward.


    "You wouldn''t abandon me, would you?"


    A playful, feminine voice whispered in his mind.


    Daion locked eyes on the inferno raging in the distance.


    And he ran.


    End of chapter 11