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

Prince of the Netherlands.Brave and noble, everyone is full of praise for his majestic appearance and has won countless honors.

All the men came here to become his subordinates, and the women all devoted their love to him.

The hero also responded to their expectations.

He barely had any time to rest, just constantly seeking to fight.No, it wasn't that he was looking for a fight, but that the fight hadn't let go of him and his mighty power.

He got the famous sword Balmung (**almung) from the clan of the fog (Nibelungen), and bathed in the blood of the dragon (Fafnir) to obtain the body of steel.

Invincible sword and invincible body - it is only natural that countless battles are eager for his participation.There is no stain in his career, and his life is simply gorgeous.

Yet he was too heroic—too heroic.He responds whenever someone asks for it.Whenever someone knelt down and begged, he would definitely hold the other person's hand.

If someone asked him to kill the dragon, he would kill the dragon. If someone wanted to embrace a beautiful woman without going against anyone's wishes, he would rack his brains to find ways to do it for the other party.There is no distinction between good and evil in this process...it is simply a way of living like a wish machine.He always thought that as long as he did it, he would be fine.In the final analysis, good and evil are just a matter of position.

The rich bureaucrats cried out to him that their family members had been killed, and he avenged them.

For the villagers struggling on the edge of poverty, they were ignored simply because they did not make appeals.

Because it becomes endless if you don't.It is impossible to wrap everything in the world between your arms.So, responding to every request, he just stuck with that decision.

Actions are not based on one's own will, and fighting is not one's own preferences.In doing so, the hero suddenly realizes that he has no idea what he is expecting.There are neither hopes nor dreams.Nor can I picture my future in my mind.Obviously some people regard heroes as the existence of their ideals, but the heroes themselves have lost their ideals.

——What kind of deceit is this, it's like the feeling that the gears can't mesh with each other.If I respond to the request, I will not know what I am looking for, which is a natural result.

Despite being lost and hesitant, even so - he still believes that there will be something to be gained at the end of this road, and he believes that he will gain something at the end.The hero can only continue to fight.

It is impossible to have not encountered defeat.Since what is desired is victory, no matter how much suffering and despair he has to overcome, he still holds victory firmly in his hands.

Victory, victory, and nothing but victory. "I hope you can help destroy that monster", "Please save our village", "Please defeat our enemies", "I want that mountain", "I want that beauty", "I Want that country'——there are as many desires as there are people, and only the part that makes the request is fulfilled.

That is simply a "holy grail" called a hero.It doesn't matter - the hero thinks so.Because being thanked by others is a very happy thing.

It is also natural to see others pleading with themselves with desperate expressions of despair.

So he does it all the time - and even ends up slaying dragons.A hole opens up somewhere inside.There is nothing in the hollow, just a large empty space.

Obviously love the world deeply.

Clearly in love with the world.

However, this emptiness alone cannot be filled anyway.

The hero's name is——

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This is hell, it must be, it must be.

Never admit that this was once their home.

The original scene of heavy traffic seemed to be torn apart by demons, suffering the impact of visual crushing, countless corpses wandering around on the street, the streets and buildings seemed to be covered with a layer of filthy shadows, the gloomy sky, the blood-stained Remnants and indistinguishable garbage can be seen everywhere on the street. Vehicles are parked in the middle of the road, and the hood is emitting lonely thick smoke. I don’t know if it will explode because of a little flame, or when the surviving humans completely collapse. The moment will come.

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

however--

Are you still human?

The girl stared blankly at her hands.I can't say it is **, but she is a person who cares about hygiene, so it is impossible for her hands to have dry blood stains... probably.

A certain memory of the past has disappeared, and it seems that during the time when she lost consciousness and memory, the world was completely reduced to a hellish scene that humans do not understand.

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

Maybe now is not the time to think about this, because the group of ghouls are approaching her, as if it was the result of some movements that were accidentally made when she just regained consciousness.

But she soon discovered that escaping was pointless.

The group of corpses, who were not at all slow in their actions, ignored her as if it was a matter of course, and walked past her as if they couldn't see.

But I think it's not ignoring, but not wanting to kill her.

Isn't it strange that the corpse that came to the front walked around her, describing this as ignoring?

"What should I do..." The girl let out a breath slowly, her lonely expression was quickly covered by sadness.

"Father...Mother..."

at this time--

"I didn't immediately think of suicide. I'm in good spirits. Did something good happen?"

Without warning, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.

That feeling is no different from the protagonist in a horror movie encountering something that science cannot explain.

Horror to the extreme!

The girl staggered and almost fell to the ground, but she still crawled and rolled forward a few steps, then sat on the ground awkwardly, looking up at the speaker who should exist.

"Hey, the reaction is a little exaggerated. As a dead disciple, even those trash dare not touch you casually, so why are you afraid of ghosts and wraiths?"

It was enough to break the world view of ordinary people, just like the knight who ran out of the movie, the majestic knight uniform, red and white colors, and the two swords at the waist that seemed to be from the hands of goblins.

Although he was wearing a hood, even if he looked up from below, he could not see his appearance clearly. Only by his voice could he be judged to be a man.

"...you...who are you?"

The girl tried her best to restrain her inner panic, but even so, it seemed that she hadn't spoken for a long time, and her voice was hoarse.

"Me? I'm Asssassin. Yes, I'm the Great Demon King of Aincrad." The man thought for a while, and although his tone was very serious, he always felt that the other party was teasing him.

Hearing the word 'devil king', she couldn't help shrinking her pupils.

"Did you do all of these...?"

Can't help blurting out.

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

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

"So you're in a group?"

The girl subconsciously clenched her fists. She is not an angry person, but...

"You can say that."

The man spoke softly.

The moment the words just fell.

The girl suddenly jumped up from the ground, and regardless of her posture, she just punched the man with all her strength.The strength is so great, and the air also sends out a sharp whistling, this is obviously something that even adults, even well-trained boxers, cannot do.

however--

The man dodged his head as soon as he tilted his head, without even a single unnecessary movement, and the angle was just right, the so-called difference of a thousand miles, this is also an extremely delicate technique.

"what!"

The girl didn't expect that the opponent could dodge such a fast punch, and this punch even shocked him.

But it was too late to regret.With all my strength, it is impossible to take back a punch.

With her level, even a temporary change of direction is impossible.

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

The man looked down at her like this, and asked:

"What's your name?"

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

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