My name is Leon. I'm a 15-year-old human who was born and raised in a small village on the outskirts of the Felzard Kingdom. After finding the corpse of an adventurer 1 year ago and taking his equipment, I was able to start killing monsters and was named a hunter of the village. Even though I'm so young I've been able to level up to level 37 and become one of the strongest people in the village. One day, when I was returning from a hunt, I noticed smoke coming from the direction of the village! I immediately rushed over to see that a large number of Orcs and Trolls were attacking the village! The orcs were C-rank monsters while Trolls were B-rank. These many monsters would require a level 70 person who had evolved professions at least once! Unfortunately, while trying to save a child from being eaten, I was crushed to death by a troll who fell. Was all my hard work to become stronger going o end here? Was there no point in even trying? Just why was this happening?! My vision started to fade and my senses left me one by one. I was forced to hear the screams of my friends and family as they died off slowly, being eaten alive. In a few hours, I started to feel myself getting weaker. By the next morning, the whole village had been annihilated.
I remembered my family. My grandfather used to be a well-known alchemist and the smartest person I knew, my grandmother could sew up anything from the fur of monsters I hunted, my mother made the gross monster meat into delicious food, my musclehead father only cared about the sword and his family and finally my little brother Levi who had been sick from a young age and couldn't experience a proper life. I also remembered Maria, my gentle lover who could win over Satan's heart with her lovely voice and caring personality. I hated the fact that I had failed to protect them. I hated myself for being weak and hated the world for this fate. I felt myself start to lose my ability to think. I was about to die. My regeneration skill could only do so much for my wounded body. As I drifted off into a deep slumber of death, I wished to meet my family again. I wished I was strong enough to at least let them escape. But there was no point. We were all already dead.
On another continent, far from where Leon was in a small skeleton-infested dungeon, a weak and talentless skeleton just arose from the dead. The little skeleton thought to himself in a frenzy
'Didn't I just die?!'