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It was just a game; one Evan played way too much, but it was still a game in the end. 
At least it that’s what it was supposed to be...
However, on the day the main quest ended, he discovered it was more than just a game.
The world of Aidos was real and the demon threat was even more so. 
He was sent to be the leader of the new generation of heroes and save the world from the demon invasion by the god who made the game.
Unfortunately, nothing was as simple as it may have seemed.
As the truth behind the invasion and the previous Seven Heroes was slowly revealed, he began to have second thoughts about his choices. 
He began questioning if the demons were truly the enemies of Aidos.
Even more so, when he discovered a new truth. 
That he may not actually be who he thought he was.

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DISCLAIMER!
This novel is a work of fiction and though it draws inspiration from historical places and events, it is by no means meant to be a realistic representation of any current or historical events, places cultures, or people.
The story may contain themes and events that may be disturbing to some people and if you are "triggered" by pretty much anything at all, It may not be suitable for you as I will not limit myself in terms of themes, events, or topics while writing.

Reincarnated Hero System

It was a thing people avoided, but only he stood under it silently.

It couldn't be helped, as the green reminded him of her.

Lightning flashed across the dark cloudy skies, illuminating the field of corpses below.

Winged humanoids lay scattered, their skin marred with burn marks. Some bodies were headless, others limbless, and some had gaping holes in their chests and torsos.

Their blood flowed infinitely, staining the land, and it was at the centre of this that he stood.

The man had black hair. A portion of it was highlighted with the opposing white colour and tiny scales, a blend of these two contrasting colours, adorned the sides of his neck and the backs of his hands.

Interlude 14: A World Where He Lost Her. [Monthly Bonus 3]