Hero

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Fei Seraphin

level 16

Oh my god!

Age 8 years 5 months
Personality neutral
Guild no guild
Monsters Killed about 3 thousand
Death Count 4
Wins / Losses 0 / 0
Bricks for Temple 4.0%

Equipment

Weapon darksaber +14
Shield bulletproof monk +13
Head iron crown +14
Body augmented kevlar vest +14
Arms gloves of eternal damnation +16
Legs magic stone slippers +13
Talisman shaman's drum +16

Skills

  • acid tears level 4

Pantheons

Hero has yet to take places in pantheons.

Achievements

  • Favorite, 3rd rank
  • Renegade, 3rd rank

Hero's Chronicles

“You’re fated either to be hero or not to be hero!” That’s how things work here in this realm. The non-heroes, they reborn in this realm and start from their childhood. And in the adulthood, they can be anyone but heroes. Limiting the decisions in their lives. But heroes, they’re reborn in Godville, start from their adulthood, chosen by the Gods, and go with the Gods alongside them.

That’s what makes heroes the most prestigious class in this realm.

And that’s what discriminates us, non-heroes, from heroes.

Discriminated from the time we reborn in this realm, we have no choice but to accept the fate. Glorifying these so-called-heroes of Godville. Letting them having the best treatment in our town, get into the center of the queque in hospitals, and forced to buy their useless artifacts for high prices.

And I am going to change that.

PROLOGUE

I was reborn in Deville. The town that you least wanted to be reborn. A very distant town from the Capital where the people here aren’t nice at all. And my parents is the wealthiest people in this town. Managing a huge, ‘shadowy’ bussiness in Godville. Although they never brought their wealth here. A long time since they left this town. The time I was reborn. Shortly after I reborn, they assign me to a caretaker. Doctor Frak-sten-stein. And they never comeback to see me.

I grew up with hate and anguish. Hate on my parents for leaving me in this hellhole, hate on this town for giving me miserable life, and hate on the heroes for all the discrimination towards non-heroes. I remember at the age of 4, a seriously wounded hero pay a visit to this town. Looking for a treatment. Dr. Frak-sten-stein gave him what he want. And what he give in return? A mayhem. He slash all over the place. Wounded 3 people and destroy the tavern and 5 houses in process as he became drunk. Saying bad words about the town and non-heroes. “No wonder no hero ever visit this hellhole! And this is why only non-heroes living here! Hellhole! That’s what you deserve for!”

That is the first time I ever met a hero. And also the first reason I hate the heroes. And so do the citizens

Since then, the citizens decided to make a revolt against Godville. They tried hard to erase Deville from maps and pretend their inexistence so that no heroes ever come to visit this place again. They arrange a big plan to overthrow the government. The plan that they soon call “Project Utopia”. To create a place where heroes and non-heroes are equal. And the heroes must pay for all they done to the non-heroes.

Then at the age of 9, Dr. Frak-sten-stein gave me an offer I can’t turn down. He told me that I’ll be the key of this project. “But in exchange. I’ll use your body as my guinea pig.” He said. “I’ll turn you into a monster. No, not only that.”

“I’ll turn you into a devil. A devil that no one can ever defeat. And heroes, will soon kneel before you. The Godville may have the heroes, but Deville, will have a devil. But first, will you accept my offer, kid?”

“Yes.” I replied. “You don’t need to ask. I’m already ready for this.”

“I knew you’ll accept my offer.” Then he laughs maniacally.

I grew up in unnatural way. Dr Frak-sten-stein conductin numerous research on me. Modifying my genetic code until he find the most perfect version of me. And also my physical form. It earns me a new ability to change my physical form to whatever and whenever I want. I called it “genetic shift.”

But he never satisfied with his work. Even after he declare that I am physically and biologically perfect when I was 15, he start to use another method : chemistry. He develop some substances that makes me bigger, faster, and stronger. He also develop some other substances like “eternity pill” that makes him live longer, and an artifical plague he called “ecstacy virus” to start rumors about Roflopolis.

Knowing what he had do for me, I start to call him as my father.

The citizens then give me a new nickname : The Devil of Deville. Then they start smuggling weapons from Anville to prepare themselves for revolt. They train themselves as I teach them how to fight.

At the age of 20. I experienced my first spiritual experience. I was walking near a graveyard when I hear woman’s voices around.

“A little boy trying to change the fates fated by Gods. How cute.”

I surprised as I quickly turn and look around. No one is there.

“Who’s there!? Come out from where you are!”

“Cute little boy have no fear, it seems.”

“Quit playing around! Tell me who you are!”

“You’re the boy I’ve been looking for since the day I arise from the underworld.”

I saw a woman in long black dress standing in the road i passed. The trees in the road sides become dead as she walks past them. The air becomes very cold. She touch my face as she stands in front of me. Her hand is cold as ice.

She say “I am the ghost in the shadow, I am the fear of the dark. I am the one you won’t be able to escape from. The one who lurks deep inside the darkest nights. I am, the queen of the dark world. Atricus Imperator!”

I kneel before her just before she told me to do so. “So the legend was true.” I say “the devil who created Deville, it was true!”

“You’re really smart for a boy.” She smiled. “And also unique. I feel no fear from you at all. And I like that.” She says as she analyze me. “And with huge ambitions that I also like. But as a human I find you a bit….inhumane.”

“Yeah. It was my father job. He transformed me into a devil.”

“The Devil of Deville, huh? Such a cute nickname.” As she keeps analyzing me. “You know, one day, you’ll thank your father by returning his favor.”

“How?” I asked.

“Of course, by fulfilling your ambitions, my dear.” She replied “make your father proud. And he’ll be happy with his son. Knowing all his work he done for you worth everything for you.”

“And I am willing to help you to do that.”

I surprised hearing that last sentence. Gulped in disbelief.

“I will help you, building the utopia you and your people dreamed of. And you, I’ll make you the king. So you can easily control and make the world as you wanted it to be.”

“But in exchange, you’ll obey my every command.”

Still in disbelief, I dared myself to ask, “y-you mean, I’ll become your champion?”

“What’s with the fear all so sudden? I want a fearless champion! Not even against me!”

“Yes! My Lady!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grinned. “Now, you’ll go as how I planned. I want you to introduce me to the whole town. Then tell them to make a statue of me.”

“Yes! My Lady!”

“Good.” He smiled in delight. “I’ll be your guide to glory if you keep following my lead.” Then she banished right in front of my eyes.

This is it. The most important step for our plans. Not only a Godess, but I have a Demon Queen in my side now!

I quickly rush to the town to inform everyone.

(To be continued)

See also :

The Ballads of Troubledsoul25

The Slumdog Aristocrat : The Chronicles of Marcus Arthurion