” …S..shit.. ” A young boy muttered and the blood was leaking from his mouth. A big sword pierced through his heart and stabbed him to the ground. The strength left from the body and his eyelids were heavy. Even though his body lacked the strength, his hand holding his sword tightly, in the hope of defending the enemy, not to guard down. The habits, which he cultivated in his bones and there was still a smile on his face. After all, the death was mercy itself.

” ….F..fuc ” He shouted at the sky with the last will and that was his last word.


” Fuckkkkk…. ” A young boy shouted and immediately sat down on the bed. His whole body was sweating and the only word which he could mutter was Fuck .

He had the dream, the dream about him being the hero in another world. He was summoned to Fantasy World like Isekai Novel but the difference was the world was at war. Every day was depressing. He didn have good sleep for over 7 years since the day he was summoned to the world and sleeping for 8 hours was already a luxury itself. Every day, everyone was dying. He lost everyone he knew and he was killed with a painless death.

” No.. That is not a dream. ” He muttered silently and his eyes lacked the light which he had. His mind was very calm like water and the experience which he cultivated in the world was carved into his soul.

He stood up and looked surroundings. After checking the surroundings, he took out the water bottle from the refrigerator. The apartment was very small and its 1DK room with Kitchen was attached. He calmly sipped the water.

” The feeling is real. ” He muttered silently and he could feel the water passed through his throat, reached to his stomach. The feeling of drinking cold water made him remember the old memories. It was quite a luxury drinking the water like this. He still remembered his comrade was sniped because he stood up when trying to drink the water.

” I see. That is pretty much confirmed that I am not being a delusion or dreaming. ” He muttered again and while closing his eyes, recalling the memories of his Hero Life. He could retell every piece of memory. The war is not something that he could forget no matter how much he tried. Those memories stayed very deep inside him.

” It looks like Im still me . ” He muttered while looking at the mirror. That was his face and his appearance. There were no doubts that this was his face before he was summoned.

The world made him old and the white hair started to grow after months he was summoned.

” No more wrinkle, scars, and white hair. ” He muttered happily and the expression started to come out. He started to relax a little bit. It had been almost 7

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