The story of a man named Satsuriku Tenshi who was chosen to be sent in another world which was heavily influenced by the gods of light and darkness. A man who loses his hope and lives a hopeless life gets chosen for greater good.
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Chapter 7: The Father's Burden and the Secrets of the Great War
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As he left the village center, a heavy weight pressed on him, gnawing at the edges of his mind. The memory of the village chief's warning stirred an uneasy thought-his father went into that same deep forest every day to hunt. A chill ran through him, and suddenly, his feet were moving on their own, breaking into a desperate sprint home.
Please... don't let him have gone already, he whispered, heart pounding in his chest.
The wind bit at his face as he pushed harder, the landscape blurring around him, legs burning with the effort. By the time he reached their small, familiar house, his breath came in ragged gasps. There was no time to catch it.
He darted into the yard, scanning every corner, then ran through the hallway, the kitchen, the storeroom-each empty room ratcheting up his dread. Finally, he stopped outside his parents' bedroom, hearing voices within. He could hear his mother's gentle, strained voice.
"Kaelen," Elysia's voice trembled. "Is there really no cure for your wounds?"
He froze, his hand hovering just inches from the door handle.
A warm, steady voice replied, carrying a weight that was both comforting and somber. "Don't worry, Elysia," his father, Kaelen, said with a slight chuckle. "It would take a lot more than these old scars to bring me down."
"But still..."
"Enough of that." Kaelen's tone softened. "I don't want our boy worrying. He's growing stronger every day. I don't want him distracted by these... old wounds."
Argus felt his chest tighten. His father was hiding things from him-wounds, secrets. Why hadn't i ever noticed?
Then he heard Kaelen move, the sound of his shirt rustling as he put it on, followed by the familiar clinch of his hunting gear. In a panic, the boy stepped back, waiting anxiously in the hall, his mind reeling with questions about the wounds and his father's past.
Soon, his parents emerged from their room, and Kaelen immediately caught sight of him, a playful glint in his eye.
"Oh, there you are!" he called out, his tone as lighthearted as ever. "Where have you been all day, hm? Give your mother a hand?"
Argus couldn't manage a smile; the words rushed out before he could stop himself. "You can't go to the forest!"
Kaelen raised an eyebrow, his face a mixture of surprise and amusement. "What's gotten into you now?"
"It's dangerous! The village chief warned everyone about it. There's a Special-ranked monster roaming around!"
The urgency in his voice wiped the amusement from Kaelen's face. He listened intently as his son recounted the chief's announcement, describing the precautions and the fear that gripped the villagers. But as he finished, the boy noticed an odd look in his father's eyes-not fear, but intrigue.
"A Special-ranked monster, you say?" Kaelen's voice was calm, thoughtful, almost as though he were mulling over the information.
A nervous knot tightened in Argus stomach. "Aren't you... afraid?"
Kaelen's gaze met his, sharp and unwavering, with a glimmer of something new. "Fear, son?" He placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Bravery isn't the absence of fear. It's feeling it, understanding it, and then choosing to act. Fear keeps us sharp. But it should never stop us from living."
He gave his son's shoulder a light squeeze. "Remember, let fear guide you, but never let it rule you."
Before he could fully process his father's words, his mother stepped forward, her eyes flashing with a rare determination.
"You're not going anywhere," Elysia declared, her voice firm and unyielding. "Didn't you hear what he said? It's restricted."
Kaelen sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Elysia-"
"No." She crossed her arms, her resolve unmistakable. "We have enough supplies to last. You'll take a break, and that's that."
The boy watched, a small smile tugging at his lips. Despite his father's strength, his mother's will always seemed to win out in the end. It was oddly comforting, yet the questions lingered-what were those wounds from? And why were they... incurable?
As the day wore on, he made a decision. He needed answers. After excusing himself, he slipped away to the village library. Inside, the dusty smell of old parchment filled the air as he searched the shelves until his fingers landed on a thick, worn tome titled The Great War.
That night, after a quiet dinner, he retreated to his room, carefully opening the book, his heart pounding as he prepared to uncover the truth.
The Book: The Great War
The book detailed a time of unimaginable darkness, when the Demon Lord Augustus sought to conquer the Human Continent, his armies leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. What began as a human conflict soon spread across races-the elves, dwarves, even the reclusive fishmen, all drawn into a desperate struggle for survival.
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The pages described Augustus's forces-demons and monstrous creatures, enhanced through dark magic. His armies, legions of demons, and twisted creatures born of dark magic, had left devastation in their way. Entire cities fell, people were slaughtered, and obliterated, while villages disappeared overnight, swallowed by his encroaching forces. They swept through cities, massacring whole populations and leaving ruin in their path.
For decades, the allied forces fought back, often losing as much ground as they gained. Many heroes rose during this time, only to fall as quickly-names etched in brief honor before they faded into memory. But eventually, divine entities intervened, granting blessings to four heroes, each from different races. With blessings from these gods, a coalition of leaders from every race united, launching a final, daring assault on the Demon Lord's stronghold.
In a climactic battle, they managed to defeat Augustus, his fortress crumbling into ruin. The Demon Continent was sealed away, left to fester under the remnants of dark magic, its borders closed off from the rest of the world.
As he flipped to the final pages, Argus eyes widened.
