"I quit."
That was what the Great Hero said one random day of Sommeria.
He walked into the Royal Palace, took a bow, said those exact same words to the King and Queen then…
Then he just left. On foot, carrying nothing; not his treasures, his weapons, his supplies— hell, he didn't even take his clothes with him! He left wearing a greatly oversized hood and some weirdly comfy pants!
The hero, who was supposed to bring salvation and hope to humanity…
Uh…
Wait a minute he did bring Salvation and Hope to humanity didn't he?
"Hey! You're interrupting the story!"
H-hey! Can't a guy ponder? Geez…
Ahem, anyways: Before he left that Sommeria the hero, who had been given that title only five years ago was known as the greatest saint the world has ever known.
He would save people without asking for anything in return! He would build people houses for free! He did errands for everyone in the country for a single Ifafen Coin! He would hunt down monsters but never kill them…
Eh… the last part was his greatest fault though.
The Great Hero of Silberilie never killed. He hurt monsters, humans, demons, harpy's, mermaids and anyone he deemed an enemy but he never killed any of them!
The Great Hero forced them to water his garden as punishment!
"Ehh? The great hero used slaves!?"
No, anyone who works in his gardens are given proper employment, food, clothes— EVERYTHING THEY REQUIRE FOR PROPER SURVIVAL!
And even after they left, if they had reformed, they would all say:
"The Great Hero was the best boss we could ever have!"
The garden is still functioning through his magic! Perhaps we should visit sometime…
"Big bro YOU FORGOT ABOUT THE STORY AGAIN!!"
Ack! H-hey hey! Stop— khaha— stop doing that— stop tickle— stop tickling me you idiot!!
I lightly kicked my baby brother off of me and onto his own bed, the little shit rolled into all four limbs and flashed me a sly grin.
"HA! You kick like a—" One punch to his cheek(affectionately), a kick to his abdomen(affectionately), throw him into the pillows(affectionately) then jump on top of him and put him in a chokehold.
That, my dear readers, is how you beat this sly little brother of mine.
Oh, don't worry he has a mana shield up so those hits probably felt like tickles to him.
And hello, dear readers.
You might be asking: WHO THE HELL IS THIS JERK!? WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE!? IS THIS ANOTHER REINCARNATION WEBNOVEL AGAIN!?
To answer those questions…
I! Am Seiglan Montriarde Belezevel JaVolk! Also known as Stephen Sclide in my old life! Most people in this kingdom call me Seig and I am the current oldest crown prince of this kingdom, Silberilie! I have pure black hair tied into a moderately long ponytail!Pure black eyes! Normal skin! No elf ears! TO BE HONEST I AM COMPLETELY GENERIC AHH!!
And for your last question…
Well, you already figured that out, didn't you? Of course this is a reincarnation novel you'd be dumb if you didn't think of this as one after the previous paragraphs.
How do I know this is a reincarnation novel so certainly?
BECAUSE I READ IT BEFORE I GOT SMASHED INTO BITS BY A FUCKING HOUSE— I WAS NOT A WITCH IN NT OLD LIFE FUCK YOU!
To be specific, this world was supposed to be that of 'I REINCARNATED INTO ANOTHER WORLD AFTER FIGHTING OFF TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND PEOPLE AND KILLING MYSELF! WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO SAVE THE KINGDOM!?'.
To be honest that novel was shit. Entertaining, very funny and somewhat cool but it was shit because the damn protagonist was too self absorbed.
Every chapter was from his perspective! Even when there was a war going on he was watering plants! Even when his beloved was captured he was searching for fertilizer! Even when he was killing the demon king via orbital bombardment he was eating candy! We never got any other perspective except his and the plot went way off the rails near the end!
Only reason I liked it was because it was funny. When I reincarnated into this place I was scared shitless. Why?
Because no matter how shit the novel was, the author left informationals at the end of every chapter and those things were scarier than any horror novel I had ever read. It was what kept readers invested in their novel too.
SilverFlowerofEternity1337 was destined to write horror but only reincarnation slop paid well… Oh, right I didn't explain the informationals did I?
Each informational was its own short story, accompanied by a description and an insane amount of detail about the thing that short story was based on… those stories painted the monsters of this world in a much different light than how The Hero saw them.
Goblins weren't mindless creatures, they were more human— more devilish than you could imagine. Imps were actually threatening demons to anyone that wasn't the hero himself. The undead were a horde that was only stopped by the hero. The Demon King was way too overpowered, being the hybrid of both a demon and The Greatest Dragon, only defeated because she was depressed in the novel.
In those informationals, there were more words than even the chapter they were accompanied with.
And that's why this world scared me shitless when I was reborn.
The amount of detail and insanity out into this world by SilverFlowerofEternity1337 was too much for anyone to handle— even for me, a superfan, I only remember half of the informationals and that isn't enough for me to survive in this place…
Or…
That's what I thought until the hero was summoned.
The hero in the novel was perfectly described as an insanely handsome moderately sized boy who could be mistaken for a child, someone with red hair and a personality as bland as porridge, someone who was the perfect hero that anyone could depend on. Someone who made a harem by simply existing.
When I was 5 years old, the hero was summoned…
The hero we summoned didn't fit any of those descriptions. He was a selfish person, he said so himself.
And the first thing he asked was;
"Can I get a tissue, please?"
We were not going to ignore the fact that HE WAS MISSING HIS ENTIRE LEFT TORSO!!
…
[5 Years ago, Chamber of Schwarslber… what the hell is up with these messed up names!?]
Within the confines of the royal basement, one specifically built for this event every adult close to the Royal Family has gathered.
Advisors, friends, rivals, guards… concubines.
All of them, united by their combined want to victory and rule, had gathered in this sewer-like place and were speaking to each other like how most noble families would… with disdain.
These guys really went out huh?
While in the reincarnated boy's novels there was no such fanfare shown, he was intrigued by it. The process wasn't fully described— the spell itself was never fully explained because of 'plot reasons' as the author himself had said…
The boy didn't think the ritual would be so… extravagant.
"And creepy too! Why do they have to do this inside this grimy place." Hiding in a sewer grate wasn't something he was proud of but no one wanted to—
Everything inside the basement went silent.
There was no signal or sign. No indication of the silence… just a convicted acceptance by those who were prepared to do something irreversibly reckless.
The boy went with the flow, leaning over the surprisingly clean sewer grates to peek at the proceedings.
…Oh my god my family is a cult. All of his relatives were dressed in black robes that could only be called 'demonic' and 'scary' in appearance— they had become cultists in the span of a few seconds that the boy had his in silence.
A circle, transposed into a star shape split in the middle then twisted around twice before all the participants separated two meters. The first part of the ritual, the catalyst, was complete.
Then the song.
A song with words indecipherable.
A song that could not have physically been sung but they did so anyways, changing the words ever so slightly. A spell is always a spell, even with you change the chat by a little bit.
Every single person who had stepped into that unholy catalyst opened their mouths…
And they sang.
To the boy all he could hear was utter silence from escaping from their throats, a silence that formed and twisted into constructs of mana above all that were singing—
Boom.
Silence twisted into light, light twisted into mana then finally that mana twisted into an ever flowing pillar of evergreen eternity piercing the heavens.
And from that eternally evergreen light… slowly fading as the song reached its climax…
"..."
…He was tall.
Staring into the hole through the castle he had created with his arrival the one thing you could tell about the hero was that he was tall.
White hair, long and messy with splatters of blood and dirt drenching it all over covered his eyes. He was wearing torn clothes; a green hoodie and black sweatpants all covered with scratches and tears. There was no other signifying features other than those of colour…
Oh.
And…
His left arm was a bloody mess— to be more specific the stump on his shoulder was nothing but a bloody mess leaking blood onto the floor.
Yet he seemed unbothered by it, simply staring into the sky.
He opened his mouth.
"..."
Then closed it as he turned his head towards everything around him.
The people dressed as cultists, the king and queen overseeing everything while sweating buckets, the guards and court magicians ready to attack at any moment… and finally the boy who had stuck into the room he was not meant to see.
He smiled. It was a serene, peaceful smile before sighing, lifting his remaining arm above his head and kneeled.
…The world was silent for what felt like an eternity as everyone held their breath.
Then a near translucent green screen appeared before everyone who was looking at him.
[Want to tell me why I'm here?]
…But for the boy that has snuck into the gutters…
[CURSE: OPEN YOUR EYES TO BEAUTY HAS BEEN ACTIVATED]
[You have unlocked a hidden skill… {Observe}]
[You have full access to all information of Shino Hana]
[Would you like to summarise all the gathered information as to not fry your brain?]
"...Yes?" A bit shocked, the boy agreed with a verbal response…. And…
[...]
[.....]
[.......]
[Summarisation complete!]
Huh? What?
Wait, what— why— WHAT THE HELL—!?
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?