Hero Without Destiny
Seric never felt weakness.
All his life, the system guided him, strengthened him, and made him a legend.
But now?
The holy light disappeared.
His protective aura was destroyed.
And in front of him, Reed smiled.
Seric raised his sword. It was still sharp, still heavy in his hand.
But he felt it.
Doubt.
Behind his cold face, his mind screamed.
"This is wrong. This isn't destiny. I can't lose. I can't—"
Reed darted forward.
Seric raised his sword just in time—
CLANG!
Reed struck without hesitation.
Not like a knight. Not like a noble.
He fought like an assassin.
Seric held on—but staggered.
He had never fought without the aid of a system.
And that made him weak.
Reed saw the opening.
He crouched—and stabbed Seric in the stomach.
Blood spurted.
Seric gasped. The pain was… real.
For the first time, he bled.
And for the first time, he knew what it was like to be human.
Shia emerged from the shadows.
Two daggers stabbed into Seric's back—making him fall to his knees.
Reed looked down at him.
"You trust the system," he said.
Seric tried to speak, but blood filled his mouth.
Reed crouched down, looking straight into his eyes.
"Now see where fate has taken you."
His daggers pierced Seric's throat.
The hero fell.
His golden eyes were blank.
The system shuddered.
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[A-Rank Hero – Seric the Radiant Has Died!]
[System Shocked – Hero Status Lost!]
[Chance of Survival: 100%]
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Reed laughed softly.
The system thought he had only a six percent chance of winning.
Now?
He had killed a hero who could not lose.
Reed stood, looking up at the sky.
The kingdom thought their hero would save them.
Now?
They had no hope.
Reed grinned.
The real war had just begun.