MotivatedSloth

To be a hero is a curse, not a blessing. 

It's a simple truth Leon learned in the most painful of ways. He heroically slaughtered all the enemies of his president. Heroically purged those who opposed his master. And heroically brought doom to those who cried under the boot of the world's dictator. 

Leon saw the death of his family; a result of the events he set in motion himself. He saw his beloved city turn into ruins, scorched by the radioactive flames of the nuke he set off. 

His title was as cheap as his life. And in the only act of rebellion he could find, he heroically put an end to his life...

And the world he helped to destroy. 

'All of this happened... But why am I hearing a self-entitled voice calling me a failure?' Leon couldn't help but ponder. 'No, that's not it...' he quickly corrected himself. 

'How can I hear anything if I evaporated in the wake of the nuke I detonated myself?'

Bloodmancer: Hero of Ruin

Leon moved through the streets of the night-covered city while enjoying their peace. 


There were hardly any people on the streets to break Leon's immersion. Not even one building on each block of the city would have its windows lit up, showcasing just how massive of a difference there was between a city of this world and the modern type of city Leon was still used to. 


All in all, the atmosphere was peaceful… Too peaceful for a city that was about to soon get plunged into a massive war. 


'Why did I enjoy the encounter with the preceptor so much?' Leon asked himself, raising his eyes up towards the star-littered sky. 


He breathed in a mouthful of the relatively fresh air. During the night, no one was throwing the filth to the canals running by the sides of the streets. As such, the stench of the civilization lessened, allowing Leon to properly enjoy his breath. 


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