The Summoned Hero

Chapter 1: The Summoned Hero

"The Demon Lord."

This is an existence that frequently appears in various myths and legends.

The symbol of evil.

The epitome of brutality.

A figure who endangers the world, endangers humanity, brings fear and disaster to countless beings, and plunges the world into chaos.

Such a figure is the Demon Lord.

And in numerous myths and legends, to defeat the Demon Lord, deities usually seek out heroes, grant them numerous favors, and have them save the world.

Furthermore, it's almost a conventional development for deities to summon heroes from another world and have them come to defeat the Demon Lord.

Therefore...

"So I'm the unlucky guy who was chosen?"

"You can think of it that way if you want."

The dialogue above occurred because of this situation.

This is the center of a little-known temple.

The temple lacked any opulent decorations or a sacred, solemn atmosphere; it was simply a white structure.

At this moment, within the temple, there were two figures.

One of them was a figure that seemed to be an eternal existence, standing in the very center of the temple.

That was the Goddess.

Yes, the Goddess.

Because, other than this word, there was no other word that could describe her.

She possessed long, silver-white hair that cascaded down her alluringly curved back, reaching her hind knees. It moved as if in a gentle breeze, swaying softly and emitting a faint glow.

Her pupils were a pure blue, like a cerulean planet. She wore a holy white dress, and her jade-like white feet were bare, standing on the ground. Combined with her flawless body curves and graceful figure, she was so beautiful she didn't seem like a being of this world, as if one were gazing upon a completed masterpiece of the highest caliber, filled with a dreamlike and ethereal quality.

Such beauty, such holiness, such dreamlike and ethereal qualities could only be fully described with the word "Goddess."

At least, that's what the other figure in the temple—a "person" floating in mid-air, seemingly without a physical form like a ghost—thought.

At first, "he" couldn't help but stare in a daze.

Until the Goddess spoke to "him."

"This is rather sudden, but please allow me to get straight to the point."

What point?

To summarize, it was:

"You are already dead, but I wish for you to come to my world and defeat the Demon Lord. Therefore, I intend to revive you, make you the Hero, and send you to the world of sword and magic—[Omnipotens]."

That was the gist of it.

And so, the opening dialogue came about.

To be honest, "he" didn't really want to believe it.

A Goddess?

A Demon Lord?

A Hero?

A world of sword and magic?

"He" understood these words.

However, when these words turned into real events happening to him, all "he" felt was bewilderment.

"He" didn't even know how long it took him to accept this premise.

But there was one thing "he" was very clear about.

"I don't really have any other choice, do I?"

If, as the Goddess said, "he" was already dead, then refusing her offer would only lead to his complete disappearance.

In that case, what other choice would there be?

Incidentally, the reason for using the word "should" was entirely because "he" couldn't remember if he had actually died.

No, it would be more accurate to say that "he" remembered nothing about himself at all.

Why was that?

It was simple.

"Whatever you choose, it's unnecessary."

The Goddess had said so.

There's no other way.

If "he" refused the Goddess's request, the consequences were already mentioned.

If "he" decided to accept, in order to prevent his past attachments from influencing his new life, and to prevent the technology and knowledge from his past life from impacting the other world too deeply, not retaining those memories was a rather straightforward approach.

In light of this, "he" no longer remembered his own affairs. The knowledge about the world he originally belonged to was also limited to common sense. For example, he knew about the existence of the internet, as well as its functions and uses, but he simply didn't know its principles of existence or the conditions for its formation, and so on.

This was not caused by the Goddess.

"Once a person dies, they quickly disappear without leaving anything behind, including their existence and memories. It's just that because I need you, I summoned 'you' yourself and then restored your memories to the level of common sense, so that you wouldn't be unable to comprehend the current situation and what is about to happen."

The Goddess gazed at "him" with eyes as bright and beautiful as stars, smiling faintly as she explained.

"Anyway, you are already dead, and your past memories are of no concern to you. Even if you choose to go to another world, I don't want your past attachments to affect your second life, nor do I want the technology and knowledge from your previous world to cause excessive impact on my world."

In other words, no matter what, the memories of his past life were impossible to get back.

"He" had no complaints.

Firstly, since he had forgotten those memories, "he" naturally wouldn't have any obsessions.

Secondly, even if he objected, it would be of no use anyway.

As the saying goes, "he" was already dead and should have disappeared. Since they intended to resurrect "him" and grant "him" a second life, a second chance at living, how could "he" ask for more?

Being able to survive, to have a second life, a second chance at living, was already a gift.

"He" should be content.

"It seems you've made your decision."

As if able to see through "his" inner thoughts, the Goddess nodded nonchalantly and reached out her flawless hand towards "him."

"Then, in the name of a god, I hereby grant you, a person from another world, a new life."

Accompanying a voice as solemn as if it could echo throughout the entire divine temple, a light emanated from the transparent figure suspended in mid-air.

That light was as dazzling as the sun, as brilliant as starlight.

Under these circumstances, a similarly brilliant and dazzling "sword" emerged from the transparent figure.

"From now on, your name shall be Shien."

"Don't disappoint me."

"The Hero I have waited for a thousand years."

As the words fell, the "person" and the "sword" suspended in mid-air vanished together from the divine temple.

Having done all this, the Goddess finally retracted her hand.

However, the Goddess's eyes remained fixed on the mid-air, as if still looking at that figure, murmuring aloud.

"I've never seen such intense light before. I hope he can fulfill my wish."

With such a murmur, the Goddess closed her eyes, returning the divine temple to silence.

And the story, with this as its starting point, announced its beginning.

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