First Blood : Prologue

A world that looks a lot like Earth, a modern fantasy world where heroes battle dark spirits and villains have supernatural abilities.

Reading such a web novel was the worst mistake of my life.

My first day in this world I woke up in the body of a 15-year-old boy with no support in a cold world.

After 3 years of hard work I graduated from Asian Union International Byonder University with a barely passable grade and lived as a low-ranking byonder until I was 38 in the International Assistance Force 7.

I was dismissed after receiving a compensation bonus, a retirement bonus following the loss of both my legs and my left eye, and an illness that tortured me for the next 15 years.

Contrary to my teenage dreams and the thought of being the protagonist of this world, reality was cruel and harsh.

This world was unfair to the weak and I was weak.

"Patient's heart rate discreased dramatically...."

"Doctor we're losing the patient...."

I was lying in the hospital looking at the ceiling above me with great fatigue as the doctors and nurses tried to save me.

I was an old man now, my face wrinkled and tired.

I was not the protagonist of this world.

I was not the most powerful man.

I wasn't even the weakest man or the one most to be pitied.

I was just an old handicapped man dying alone without family or friends because of his bad temper.

Whether in this world or in my old one, it wouldn't have been so different after all.

"God... I know.. you exist... you brought me into this fantasy ...world ...after all... if I have a next life ...please...please make it so I can at least help ... the people I lo..ve...."

Surprised by the old man's last words, the hospital staff suddenly stopped as he breathed his last.

The doctor, who looked tired, sighed as he looked at his watch while muttering.

"Time of death 17:54."

. . . . .

I had a long dream, a boring and monotonous previous life where I lived in great solitude, a life in a new world in which reality came to put an end to my youthful dreams, the loss of my few friends and the woman I loved, the loss of my eye and my legs, the time I spent as a sick and lonely old disabled man without people before dying on an ordinary day without rain or wind in a hospital bed.

This dream was my life.

My life before I regressed

■End of first blood

●Results: D-

●Reward: 5 points

●Commentary: A mediocre life

I woke up when I was 15.