Chapter 1: Purpuse in life becoming a HERO
The orphanage was a cold, lonely place, one that seemed to eat away at the soul. In a worn-out bed by the window, Joon-ho sat, watching the rain pour down. The streets outside were dark, as if the world itself had grown tired. He didn't know why he was alone; all he knew was that it didn't matter. Life had never been kind, so why should he expect anything different?
At fifteen, Joon-ho had learned to keep his distance from people. Friends were too much of a risk. Trusting others only led to disappointment, and he wasn't about to let his heart get broken again. The memory of his best friend's death Minho was still fresh. The other boy had died in the same orphanage, a victim of illness that no one had the resources to fight. Joon-ho blamed himself for not being able to save him. That's when he decided: if no one was going to protect him, he'd protect himself. He'd never rely on anyone else again.
He didn't care for the other orphans. They were all just as lost as he was. No, Joon-ho's focus was on one thing: survival.
One evening, while rummaging through the attic, Joon-ho found an old sword—dusty, yet still shining with an odd allure. When his fingers wrapped around the hilt, something clicked. It felt right, as though it had been waiting for him. He didn't fully understand why, but in that moment, he felt a strange connection to the weapon, like it was a part of him. From then on, it became his constant companion. He practiced in secret, honing his skills alone, always pushing himself further, always trying to prove that he could be strong. The sword was the one thing he could rely on, the one thing that never let him down.
Then, something strange began to happen. Dungeons started to appear.
At first, they were small rifts—barely noticeable, just a dark crack in the air, a flicker of magic in the corner of his vision. But soon, they grew larger. Monsters emerged from these rifts—beasts, demons, and creatures beyond imagination—attacking villages, cities, and people. The world was changing rapidly, and chaos swept across the land. Governments fell. The military couldn't control the waves of monsters pouring out. Fear spread like wildfire.
Joon-ho didn't care much for the rest of the world's problems—after all, what did it matter to someone like him? But when he saw the destruction, when he saw the fear in people's eyes, something inside him stirred. He wasn't strong enough to fight back. But his sword… maybe, just maybe, it could be. The idea felt ridiculous, but for the first time, he didn't push it away. There was a part of him that wanted to help, even if it was just for selfish reasons—because it might be the only thing that gave him a purpose.
His sword, once a symbol of a lonely boy's determination, now became a weapon of hope. He trained himself in the arts of combat, practicing tirelessly every day. With every swing, his skills grew. His reflexes sharpened. And his strength, both physical and mental, began to surpass that of men far older than him.
He became known. "The Blade of Hope." As dungeons ravaged the world, he fought back. His sword, guided by skill and instinct, cut through monsters that no one else could defeat. He saved villages, towns, anyone in need. He didn't ask for praise, and he didn't want recognition. He who didnt have anything else he made a deciosion to protect others.