Dark_king0921

Nael was just a timid, average teenage boy—shy, naive, and overlooked by everyone in his world. But everything changed when a radiant figure claiming to be a god summoned him to a war-torn fantasy realm. The god said nothing—no reasons, no answers—only looked at him with unreadable eyes.

Thrown into a strange world with monsters, magic, and merciless war, Nael was forced to fight. From slaying beasts to battling evil warlords, he grew stronger—unimaginably strong. With each year, his once-fragile body became a vessel of power that defied the laws of nature. From elemental mastery to void magic, Nael surpassed even the greatest of sages. His gentle heart, however, never changed—he protected the weak, saved cities, and brought peace. Along the way, he won the hearts of queens, warriors, elves, demon girls, and even divine beings—forming a legendary harem devoted to him.

Twenty-five long years passed.

At last, Nael stood over the corpse of the Demon King, victorious. Bloodied, exhausted, but proud. He had saved the world.

But peace never came.

As he looked at the people he protected, divine chains suddenly wrapped around his limbs—glowing, unbreakable, eternal. The gods descended—not to thank him, but to punish him.

> “Why...?” Nael asked, confused.

Because he wasn’t meant to win.

He was supposed to *die*—a sacrificial pawn to maintain the balance. The Demon King was part of the gods’ cycle—a way to purge the world every few decades. Heroes were just offerings. Tools. Every previous hero before him had died. He was the first to survive. The first to rebel against fate.

And so, he was sealed—cast into the void beneath the world, locked in silence for eternity.

Or so the gods thought.

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