The main scenario of the game begins when the false monster Beranoth invades the beginner city, as all the adventurers in the city where the protagonist lived were totally incompetent, leaving only the protagonist to defeat him. The only problem is that Beranoth is the typical impossible-to-beat boss. It is at this moment that the divine hand would awaken, bringing back the protagonist's original memories.
In reality, he was from another world, but those who control monsters like the false Beranoth destroyed his world. Using her last drops of power, his mother sent him to another world to ensure at least the survival of her son.
Speaking this way may seem like a generic story, but the first time I played, I was really moved. Maybe I was too naive, and only a certain music and dialogue were enough to make me cry.
At this moment, I am only a few hours away from this attack happening. I should have done something to prevent it, but I don't want to risk losing the spotlight. If that happens, I can clearly be considered dead because, apart from the protagonist, there are few men who are strong enough to play life on easy mode.
Everything was in its rightful place, and the only thing missing was the start of the main story.
That's what I wanted to say, but in reality, I'm freaking out. It's impossible for this to work. The current situation is completely different from what I've seen hundreds of times. This is now my reality, but even though I'm in the protagonist's body, there's no way I can face a monster like Beranoth.
I clench my fist tightly and bite my lips, keeping myself still in the guild master's room.
Nervousness and fear were enormous. If I can't face that invincible monster, it will be impossible for me to fulfill the main objective: Have a good life in this world, and I have no idea what that unknown entity will do to me.
This damn entity doesn't even help me and is asking me to go face a monster bigger than the houses in this city.
"Ah, what the hell."
The attack had begun.
I didn't move. There was nothing I could do. It's not yet time for me to take action.
Anxiety and anguish took over my body as I heard all the noises from outside.
"Howwww," roared Beranoth, while a multitude of people passed desperately in front of the guild.
"Help!"
"Someone help me!"
"My leg, ahhh!"
"Daughter, where are you?"
"Has anyone seen my daughter?"
At that moment, chaos reigned throughout the city, while adventurers held off the fake Beranoth, sacrificing themselves in the process, and the entire population managed to escape unscathed from the city. Meanwhile, I would take the glory of defeating this monster, all because of the script.
The door to my office opened, and a man with torn clothes and blood flowing all over his body, panting, looked at me and screamed, "Master, please save the city!"
All the bad feelings I had been experiencing until now had magically disappeared, and with a smile on my face, I ran to the man who was in his last breaths, sitting on the ground and leaning against the wall.
"Don't worry, I will definitely kill this monster."
The man smiled.
"Will you? I hope you can, master."
The man raised his left arm, showing his worn-out sword. It wouldn't withstand many attacks, but it was the initial weapon of the game.
"I know it's far from the swords you have, but I ask that you don't go empty-handed."
"Don't worry, I promise I won't die."
Cough cough.
The man began to cough, unable to stop. His lungs seemed to have been damaged, and his body was in its last moments. It would be impossible to save him unless there was a healer nearby.
I held the hand that held the old man's sword, which he slowly released. As our hands passed the sword between them, the old man's life completely slipped away.
Shouldn't I be feeling something? The scenes were certainly more grotesque than those in the game, where everything was more eased, one could say it was a version for adults.
But this is not the time to think about that. I got the initial weapon, so all I need to do is attack that monster a few times.
Invincible, he certainly is, but I don't need to win, just activate the trigger.
After all this situation, I was on the roof of the guild, looking around. I could see that the noises on one side had stopped, and the evacuation had ended. Many people had died, but their deaths were because they were too close to the entrance.
Looking at the entrance, I could see the enormous aberration, similar to a bull but three times wider, with a completely black body, blue stripes running all over it, and a pair of completely red eyes that froze me in fear for a few seconds.
"You bastard, you better start praying because I will destroy you, and of that, I am sure."
According to the game, at this moment, the tutorial should begin, explaining the movement system and, finally, the combat system.
"I started running towards the false Beranoth who was stomping, chewing, and kicking all the adventurers who tried to attack him. If this city didn't have the protagonist, it would surely be decimated.
As I was getting close enough to attack the false Beranoth, a tutorial should have appeared teaching about the monsters' weak points. It would be useless, though, since this son of a bitch is invincible. But let's follow the script to avoid any failures.
"The first attack has to be on the left horn," I said to myself, braking and stopping in front of the monster, preparing the sword attack. I jumped, discovering a strength I didn't even know I had, and almost missed the attack by going too far to the side, only touching the tip of the sword on the left horn.
Just like in the game, Beranoth let out a huge roar, "Oooohhhw," which was now just an exaggeration, unlike the game where the protagonist should have made a deep cut in the horn.
"What a dramatic bull," I said while on Beranoth's head, hitting the sword in the center of his head, just like in the game, destroying the sword.
"The worst part is now," I said seconds before Beranoth turned his head to the right, throwing me against one of the nearby houses, piercing the wall and falling into the middle of the living room.
"Ahh," my body was sore, but maybe due to the plot armor, I didn't break any bones. But that's good. I'm not even able to speak correctly, let alone stand up. But I have to find the strength from where the sun doesn't shine. I need to stand up; otherwise, my death is certain because Beranoth's eye is already focused on me, and while the idiots of my adventurers who were sacrificing themselves just a while ago disappeared after I arrived.
"What a bunch of bastards. They had to be extras," I said, managing to stand up and kneel while listening to Beranoth's footsteps.
'He may be stupidly strong, but, in contrast, his brain is smaller than my nail.'
When Beranoth was almost losing patience, a
stone hit his face.
"Hey, you asshole, come and get me." I could be posing, but this was the moment to awaken the divine hand. I just need to resist the next attack, and I can't dodge, so I should thank Beranoth because his attack really hurt.
As the protagonist was the master of a guild with this kind of strength, at that moment, Beranoth ran towards me, devastating everything in his path. If it weren't for the fact that I could barely move, I would have dodged this attack.
"Aagh!" Beranoth hit my body, and due to his size, his head hit me, covering my entire body, and for a few moments, I could see death calling me.
Beranoth ran forward, carrying my body practically stuck to the top of his head, stopping when he reached the gate that led out of the city, throwing me into the sky.
It was only for a few seconds, but the image of the protagonist's parents appeared in my mind, and a heat ran through my entire body. Yes, this was the moment I was waiting for. Finally, the power of protagonism would appear in my hands.
Beranoth, who was a monster made of pure hatred by one of the main villains, was writhing in pain. The energy emanating from my body at that moment was a lethal poison to everyone, including Beranoth.
"Yes, this is the power I was waiting for. You will pay for what you did to me, you damn bastard."
As I fell to the ground, I stood up again, fully recovered. In my left hand, there was a symbol of a circle with a thin border. Inside the circle, there was a tribal pattern resembling an old clock. The hours were represented by small white triangles, while the minutes were represented by thin lines extending from the center of the circle. The symbol emitted a strong golden light.
Beranoth, who continued to scream and writhe in pain, stood up in a rage, ignoring all those who had fled and looking directly at me. The blue ribbons that covered his body turned red, and he had entered his second phase in the game. It was still a difficult fight, but now he was no longer invincible. On the other hand, the situation had completely changed in my favor.
I pointed my finger at Beranoth and with an arrogant smile, I said, "This is different from the game. You're screwed now."
One and a half kilometers away, a girl could be seen running towards the city where Beranoth was causing chaos.