Chapter 1: The Praying Angel

Episode 1 Prologue: The Praying Angel

The boy had vowed never to read fantasy novels again. Especially classic fantasy novels featuring heroes and demon kings, he swore he wouldn’t touch them ever again.

Thinking about it, isn’t it funny? Why does the demon lord suddenly try to destroy humanity, and why is he so strong without any reason? But the more absurd existence was the hero. A human chosen by God to defeat the demon lord. Yes, the fact that heroes exist…

That was the most ridiculous thing.

The fact that heroes exist.

There’s no way that’s true.

“Damn it.”

As expected, novels were just novels. Even if a demon lord appeared in this world, there was no reason why there should be a hero to defeat such a crazy monster. Heroes were just a concept from novels.

The man touched the rebar protruding from his abdomen. He didn’t know the exact name, but it was a rod he often saw at construction sites. It was definitely a rod used to build the foundation of a building. It was amazing how human life could be so tenacious, still alive even with such a rod stuck in his stomach.

“In the end, I knew there wouldn’t be any hero.”

At that moment.

An angelic voice came from behind him.

“That’s not true.”

People see illusions just before they die. Scientifically, it is believed that the brain creates illusions caused by a lack of oxygen supply to the brain.

In that sense, the man was not surprised to see the illusion. He just felt that it was time to go.

“Heroes exist.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Talking about light suddenly coming down from the sky and stories about heroes out of the blue. If it weren’t just a hallucination he was seeing while dying, it would have been a funny situation.

“If the children who were to become heroes hadn’t been sacrificed by human greed, if they hadn’t been caught in their schemes, if there had been someone to understand their sorrow… humanity would have had heroes.”

The man agreed to some extent.

But so what? It’s meaningless.

“If there had been an angel, a guardian angel to guide the young heroes on the right path and protect them from the trials that come their way… humanity wouldn’t have perished like this.”

It was a definite tone. The man randomly thought the voice was beautiful. Like a voice from heaven.

“You must become that angel.”

“…Me? Why?”

“Because you are the last survivor of humanity.”

“So, what does that have to do with an angel…?”

The illusion created by the brain is crossing the line.

The man tried to get up, but he had no strength in his arms. The best he could do was nod his head a little.

That’s how the man saw the identity of the light.

An angel.

A deeply wounded angel stood before him. With white wings made of light on its back and countless wounds on its body. Yet, the young boy maintained the appearance of an angel.

“To those children… you will be a much better angel than I was.”
The angel clasped its hands and prayed.

[The sacrifice of devoting one’s entire being for the world is more angelic than any other angel!]

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