Satan03

[Synopsis]

In a dark, underground basement, a spooky old man's voice sent shivers down my spine.

"You're gonna meet your end, hahaha," he taunted, before lunging at me with a sword, slashing the air, and spattering my throat with red drops.

"We'll see," I defiantly whispered, my last words fading as I drifted into darkness.

Suddenly, I woke up in a bustling tavern filled with laughter and clinking glasses.

A captivating lady stood before me, her beauty clashing with her angry expression, ready to disrupt the cheerful mood.

"Don't stalk me," she snapped, giving me a harsh look before storming out of the tavern.

Am I stuck in some kind of game? My common sense shattered, leaving me questioning my reality.

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[A/N: Give it a read, buddy; you won't regret it.]
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No More Pain For This Villain.

I know this might be just a shot in the dark, but I think I have an idea of why I was called here. A lot of key components are still missing, though.

Here's how I see it: I was called into this world because I know the storyline—simple. These gods extracted the storyline from me and selected multiple chosen ones to lessen the damage. And now, I'm nothing but an anomaly, waiting to be dealt with by the curse itself.

While the origin of the curse remains hidden, I'm pretty sure it's meant to eliminate me to keep the storyline intact. It's stupid, but anyways... I'm nothing.

"Blaze... move." I stepped forward as Blaze gave me space to walk. Vexa dashed toward me.

I created a sphere of fire with a core of raw mana and hurled it at her. She slashed down her blade, but when it hit the core, it exploded, pushing her back even further.

Pyroclasm Elder