I Picked Up the Hero and the Demon King

1 – War and Return

It was normal.

My abilities and qualities were incomparable to other superhumans, and I was mediocre in front of my ability to break mountains, split seas, and fly.

Envy, resentment, shame, anger… Negative emotions lingered in my mind and made me sick.

Breaking my arms and destroying my will, grabbing my legs and destroying the hope of moving on, bit by bit darkening and corrupting my soul.

The only thing I can do is just live the same time and try.

However, it didn’t take long to realize that it was an inferiority complex that came from someone else, not my will.

But I thought that one day I would become strong like them and shine like a star up there, so despite my frustration, I took up my sword.

But when I reached the end, I realized that the qualities and abilities given to me were mediocre.

For a long time, it was my weapon, my muscle pain was my will, and the sword was my friend and companion, the proof that I was alive.

I had a dream.

My image shining like a star in the sky.

A dream with no shame even standing side by side with them.

All of a sudden, my mediocrity was an ability that was nothing less than their ability, and my sword was the pinnacle that no one could reach.

Even if I die, I have no spare time.

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The world is divided into two categories of people.

The good and the bad.

People call good people heroes and evil people villains.

“Sword Saint.”

“Ah. A warrior.”

I was sitting in the barracks looking at my sword and reminiscing about the past when a warrior came in.

A beautiful woman with silver hair shining in a soft light.

This beautiful woman is a warrior.

Of course, her name is not a hero, but her hero name is a hero.

I also just have a hero name called Geomseong. If you have enough skills… Well.

Maybe I was the only one who used a sword among the heroes and got this hero name.

“Are you ready for tomorrow’s battle?”

“Of course. It’s nagging to say it twice. Are you like that?”

“I’m always ready.”

“I see.”

Currently, the hero and the villain were at war with each other centering on the two heroes.

Hero side warrior.

The devil side of the villain.

It’s a naming sense that only comes out of fantasy that children would see, but looking at the current situation, it fits perfectly.

So if you ask who is winning… Unfortunately, the hero was greatly inferior to the villain.

Because while protecting people and fighting the villains, the villains just attack regardless.

Besides, some of the top-headed bastards who need to be scoured are persisting like zombies to survive, telling them what to do, so how can they not be inferior?

The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I unknowingly kicked her tongue.

“…This will be our last fight.”

“I see.”

“What is it? That dry answer.”

As if he didn’t like it, the hero pouted a little and pouted.

Ji-Won complains that the warrior gave a blunt answer.

But considering what she endured, she was able to accept everything she complained about.

She is a warrior.

She is expected and admired by everyone, and she is the one who leads everyone by becoming the center.

Like in a fantasy novel, he was literally playing the role of a hero.

Perhaps if there were such a strong hero, most of them would be filled with happy endings and shining chronicles…

Damn it, now that it’s become a reality, I couldn’t have hoped for anything like that.

As in the novel, was the warrior strong and cool?

Did you defeat the demon king and live happily?

The bullsh*t among the bullsh*t.

When she loses, all the arrows of her displeasure are directed at her, and if she is at fault, she has to pay for it.

Why?

She Because many characters gathered around her.

She has all her hopes and expectations on her.

So if she didn’t give her what she really wanted, even if it was her beggar, all the blame would fall on her.

Why? The question is meaningless.

Heroes have warriors, villains have devils, and war has broken out.

It was probably a question that would never be answered unless the war ended.

“…Sword Saint. No. Mister.”

“Why dude.”

“…Can I lean on your shoulder?”

“No.”

“I don’t like it. I’ll do it.”

“If you’re going to do it, why did you ask…”

The warrior approached with quick steps, brought a chair and sat down next to me.

And with a click, he leaned his head on my shoulder.

After a moment of silence, the hero asked me a question quietly.

“…Mister. What are you going to do when the war is over?”

“Well. What can I do? Looking at the current situation, we will be finished.”

“The more I look at it, the more I hear that you say a lot of things that make you feel weak. Shouldn’t you say something hopeful at times like this?”

“My personality is like this, so I can’t help it. I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to get an apology.”

Hitting his head twice, the hero acted foolishly.

If anyone asks how this happened, it’s nothing special.

In the beginning, there were many people beside the hero.

A friend, a helper, a family.

But now she has no one by her side.

All dead.

To be killed by villains, to be betrayed, to die following the orders of stupid superiors.

Die, die, die… So they all died and left.

In the end, I was the only one who stayed by my side until the end.

So that’s why we leaned on each other like this.

I didn’t try to trick a pretty girl just because I was crazy.

“So you won’t answer the question?”

“Well… when it’s over, all I can see is we’re done, but… Well, I don’t know. I don’t know.”

Nothing was given to me from the beginning.

No ability, no talent, no luck.

It was ordinary without anything given.

So I tried.

I worked hard and tried hard until I died and pursued strength.

I didn’t care what was around me and I walked my life alone, pursuing only becoming stronger.

I reached the top because I became so strong that no one could beat me.

No one was by my side.

… Except for the current warrior.

Maybe that’s why I couldn’t think of what to do after the war.

“I don’t know what to say… I was only obsessed with becoming stronger. While admiring a hero at the top, I longed to become like that. But it was too much greed. Because there was nothing by my side.”

“You know me?”

“…Yeah. I’m glad you’re here.”

“hehehe~ Yes? Then Mister. You like swords. Do you like me? Mister, you’re a swordsman who only looks at swords all the time.”

“What’s the sword deokhu… I dug only one sword to become stronger, so this is the only one left.”

I took the sword in my hand out of its scabbard.

It was like a friend I’d used for a long time and would feel awkward without.

I’ve fought through countless difficulties, but the gloss shines without a single corner of the old.

I don’t even know how I got it, but now that I think about it, it’s a great sword among famous swords.

“…Now that I think about it, I cut through anything with my sword. Whether it was fire, water, or earth… I even cut my abilities.”

“Poop. What is it? Then you can say that space and time were cut?”

“I wish I was. If I were that strong…”

“Would you like to be strong?”

“…No.”

If you were that strong, wouldn’t your burden be less?

Always act like a strong person in front, but behind the scenes, couldn’t he have been more hurt than anyone else?

If you say it’s hard, it’s painful, proudly in front of you… Did you say

I couldn’t get it out of my mouth, I just said it in my heart.

“…Hmph. It’s not fun. He’s always boring.”

“I’m sorry for not being sociable. You shouldn’t play with a guy with such a big age gap, play with a younger guy.”

“It’s fun. You can change your personality. Should I meet someone else?”

“Ugh. I get it. I get it.”

The hero stood up and stretched.

I don’t know what her expression looked like when she leaned over to me and asked.

I just hope she smiled at least a little.

The war will end soon.

With someone’s defeat.

It will end with someone’s victory.

I don’t know what lies behind it… At least I hope this guy is happy.

“What. That’s all for the youngsters. Are you ready, Swordsman-nim?”

“Of course. Hero.”

“Pufu. What is it? Serious expression. It’s so funny.”

Ah. Laughed

Maybe it was because I had never seen a smiling face, so it must have been an illusion that the smile I just made looked the happiest.

I hope that smile will remain even after the war is over…

Thinking of that, I smiled slightly.

“…Mister?”

Why?

“…Uncle.”

Why is that? Little boy

“Mister, wake up. Mister, no swordsman!”

Why…

Cool.

“…Ah.”

Was it a dream?

Or flashbacks?

My blurred vision returned, and the landscape I had seen just before disappeared.

You feel as if you will lose consciousness at any moment.

I thought about what had happened and why it had suddenly happened to me.

This is… Is it a battlefield

It is also a battlefield where everything has ended.

Am I dying right now?

“Mister, wake up. Don’t die. If you die, you’ll get angry. Huh?”

“…Uh…”

No words came out.

When I lowered my gaze, blood was pouring from my body.

Even in the mouth. Even on the head. Even on the chest.

The amount of blood was so great that people could not live.

Is your chest pierced?

Somehow it felt empty.

There’s no way he could live with such a fatal wound.

Because the competent person who could heal him is already dead.

But a warrior. You lived

“Are you buying a dragon…?”

“Yes. Mister. It’s me. Can you see it?”

“Yeah…yes… well…seen… everything.”

“Why can’t you talk when you see it? Huh? Come to your senses.”

A warm hand covered my face.

Are you crying?

I could feel the water dripping from somewhere and soaking my body.

War more than that? How did it go? Did we lose too… ?

I needed to know that even if it ended with the victory of the villains.

“What about… The war situation…?”

“…I won.”

“I won… Huh?”

“Yes. Mister… Mister did it. Demon lord… The demon lord is dead.”

“Ah… thank God… that’s it…”

My clouded mind cleared up a bit and I was able to recall what had happened.

Slashed the Demon King. I am not a warrior.

When the central demon king died, the villains lost their will and although they were small in number, the heroes gained great morale and turned the tide of the war.

Perhaps the war will end with the victory of the heroes not only on this battlefield but also in the future.

But my appearance…

Ah. Right.

I was attacked by the demon king.

In place of the warrior, I am.

She almost died, but I ended up dying.

“…Well… that’s okay…”

“Don’t talk. It keeps bleeding when you talk! Don’t die!!! hehehe!”

As more and more drops of water fell, I raised my head with difficulty and looked at the warrior.

My vision was blurry, but I could see her crying.

That’s a lot too.

He cried a lot and was sad.

No strength went into it.

But he raised her hand and stretched it out to her.

Then the hero brought his face closer and let me caress his cheek.

“Cry… Not…”

“Uh…yes! Heuugh! Ah! I won’t cry! Heh! That’s why the old man…!!”

The hero couldn’t say more.

I sobbed and kept sobbing.

Don’t cry. Why are you crying on this fine day?

You should laugh. You have to laugh so I can too

That way other people can see you and smile.

I gulped my blood.

Then I looked at the hero, trying to calm myself down somehow.

“…A warrior.”

“…Yes.”

“Thank you.”

You were a light to me.

A ray of warm light.

It was because of you that I was able to live through this fierce war until now.

I, who was ordinary, was able to fight while being by your respected side.

I’m sorry.

I didn’t hear it.

I’m sorry I didn’t ask what you wanted to do after the war.

I hope you can be happy without me.

I thought so, but couldn’t say it… I lost consciousness.

Took.

As the hand fell without strength, the hero stared blankly at the sword castle.

“…Mister?”

“…”

“Mister, wake up.”

“…”

“Mister… Mister! hehehehe! Mister!!”

The hero sobbed as he embraced the Sword Saint, who blankly looked at the hero with unfocused eyes.

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The war is over and the swordsman is dead.

I thought everything was over like that…

“…What? Why… Are you alive?”

I thought I was dead, but I opened my eyes again.

Ten years ago, at the age of 24.