The Return of the Disaster-Class Hero

Chapter 1: My Fortune Never Said This

"You are going to die tomorrow," the fortune-teller spoke with a grave expression on his face. He resembled a doctor giving a dreadful prognosis.

However, when the person in front of him heard this warning of an untimely death, he doubled over with laughter. "Why do you always want to see me dead?"

The fortune-teller spoke again, "Hey, Gun."

Lee Gun threw popcorn at his fortune-teller friend for the nonsense talk. It was quite noisy outside the tiny pub. "If your predictions really worked, I would've gone on numerous dates with the Grim Reaper by now. If the police compiled the many ways you said I would die, they would've accumulated several volumes' worth of reports."

Lee Gun then steadily moved his hand toward a box of fried chicken and took out a plump golden chicken drumstick. This was already his second drumstick. He continued, "If you insist on making predictions like that, you should just get a job at a weather center. The weatherman today said it was supposed to flood all over the country, but look at this. It's a sunny and dry day instead."

Lee Gun was almost unkillable. This was a sentiment everyone shared, and it was a testament to his strength.

The fortune-teller angrily snatched the chicken leg from Lee Gun. "You should have faith in me! Also, they only give one chicken leg per serving. This is the reason you will die!"

"Really? You're predicting that your best friend will die because he took your chicken leg? Then, what are you going to say if I eat all the wings? Will you say that my arms and legs will be cut off before my death?"

"I'm not joking! You will really die this time around! It may not be tomorrow, but you will surely die!" The fortune-teller's eyes held a considerable amount of sincerity.

Seeing this, Lee Gun asked in a sober manner, "What are you going to say this time? Are you going to say I'll die while having sex?"

In the end, the fortune-teller threw a piece of chicken at Lee Gun. "Hey! Can't you take this seriously?"

"Why should I? If I'm going to die, I would prefer to go out that way."

"Ah! You really are..."

Lee Gun uproariously laughed. Of course, he wasn't being prideful; he was cautious by nature. However, things were different this time around. He couldn't back out even if he believed his friend's prophecy. The upcoming mission was vital for the survival of mankind.

<US gives up national sovereignty! Powerhouse nations surrender in succession!>

<Monsters have captured 52,545,748 people!>

<Unknown civilization states, "If you want to live, hand over your sovereignty, territory, and people.">

Lee Gun was a so-called awakened being. This world only had thirteen awakened beings, and Lee Gun was Korea's sole representative among them.

"The leader of those bastards created a nest for itself in Korea." Lee Gun couldn't back out from this mission. He laughed as he chewed on the Korean pickled radish. "Still, wouldn't my country bestow a gold medal of honor if I die in the battle against the boss monster?"

"What the hell? Each time the politicians have tried to give you a medal, you've thrown it into their faces. Also, you better put that down. Be a bro, and leave the wings for me."

"No way! Also, at that time, they had called me in saying it was a perilous situation, but they actually wanted me there to take photos for their election campaigns. It was because of this bullshit they tried to pull that I threw the medals into their faces," Lee Gun explained.