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00:00, June 1, Year 493 of the Imperial Calendar.

A prophecy comes down from the temple.

[The abandoned witch will drop all seventy-two shining stars from the side of the wicked ruler, so be prepared and accept the price of your arrogance.]

23:00, October 31, Year 493 of the Imperial Calendar.

Madame Mirelda Neterto, murdered.

Note: No trace of resistance. Later, all witnesses to the body disappeared, and the case was closed as an unsolved case.

Imperial Calendar Year 493, November 1, 00:00. All Saints’ Day.

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The records of that day are lost.

The lines recorded in history books do not convey everything about the past. Human narratives are variable and sometimes secretive. That is why people are often enthusiastic about anecdotes recorded in history.

The truth behind history is moving. Learn how various heroes expanded the empire’s territory and honor their sacrifices in resistance to the world’s great evils.

Here, there is a being that decorates the pinnacle of the epic of the Epelante Empire’s heroes.

brave.

He is a legendary figure who hunted the king of demons who was lurking in the magic realm with great power and stabbed a witch in the heart, thereby becoming a guild leader.

Opinions differ as to whether or not this is actually possible, but every child in the empire grows up idolizing the warrior.

What kind of person was he?

Although his deeds are clearly recorded, he was a mysterious person whose personality was shrouded in mystery.

Its opaque identity rather fascinated people and established itself as a source of pride for the empire.

Ambiguous records produced numerous unofficial histories, elevating the figure of the warrior to an ideal.

Some say he was a wise man who was well versed in learning.

Some argue that he was a great wizard,

It is said that the poet spoke and recited his own destiny as soon as he was born.

There were even jokes going around that she was a woman disguised as a man.

Isn’t that funny?

The story of the person who unknowingly became a myth was completely ignored.

About 500 years ago, people who knew the warrior spoke with one voice.

He was a man.

Also, I was young,

He was nothing more than a weak and ordinary human being.

I lived my whole life as a coward and was kind enough to regret not having the courage.

He was just a petty man.

The evaluation of the man who became the myth of the empire converges like this.

Okay, back again.

Let’s record the true history.

Imperial Calendar Year 493, November 1, 00:00. All Saints’ Day.

The Epelante royal family performs a spell of unequal exchange in exchange for the body of Mirelda Neterto.

result.

Summon a hero from another world.

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November 1, 2024.

A time when warm temperatures turn cold.

It’s early winter, and the sun is warm, but the shadows from the tall buildings are cold.

Asher opened his eyes there.

“Oh my…!”

Bang, bang!

Booo!

A strangely shaped cart rolls along the paved road. Even though it is getting dark, dizzying lights twinkle in all directions. It is a world where humanity seems to have banished the concept of darkness.

On the other hand, the clothing for both men and women was light. It was full of efficient clothing that only guaranteed the bare minimum of cold protection, without any dresses or shoulder roving.

An unknown world that makes you dizzy just by looking at it.

Even Ashe, who was trained in supernatural phenomena, had difficulty shaking off the feeling of bewilderment.

“What the hell is going on…!? Here!”

The memory of the previous moment is vivid.

[Memories of Our Happy Family] In an instant, noise multiplied and encroached upon the old room as if it were eating it up. When I woke up from losing consciousness, I found myself in this absurd scene.

“Hey, hey! You!”

Asher tried to stop a passerby and ask where he was.

Swish.

But her hand passed through it as if it had touched a mirage. This was the only way for Asher to appear as a wandering ghost.

“I really don’t get it… I know the diary is trying to show something, but what is this…? No, but rather, are all the people foreigners?!”

Oh my, these foreign peoples have achieved such great development. I always thought of them as a people who needed guidance from the empire…

Asher observed the crowd for a while.

The strange carriages started and stopped in an orderly manner according to some kind of rule, and quite a few people were crowded in front of the dense white lines that crossed the road.

“Are those people also watching because they are curious…?”

Ashe, who passes through the crowd with ease like a ghost. It is true that curiosity was piqued regardless of the mechanism of the supernatural phenomenon.

Meanwhile, Asher’s eyes lingered on a boy of the same age.

“Huh…?”

A boy of the same age, who had his feet crossed on the white line called a crosswalk, was wearing a white shirt and a navy knit top. Underneath, he was wearing smooth black cotton pants.

Asher was greatly impressed by the uniforms they wore. They looked like commoners, but the material of the clothes they wore seemed to be no less than that of nobles.

As surprising as these elements were, what caught Asher’s eye the most was the boy’s face.

“They look alike…”

He has a very, very similar appearance to the butler. I quickly put my suspicions aside since he could not possibly exist in this world, but it was inevitable that my eyes would be drawn to him.

The butler was a very strict, dignified, and serious man with a serious facial expression. On the other hand, the boy in front of him had an expression that would change dramatically if he was poked in the side.

Above all, the butler’s physique was quite large. If I had to describe it, he was a man who looked skinny despite his clothes. Ashe had personally experienced his thick arms and strong torso.

There is a clear difference between this skinny boy and me.

It was when Asher was nodding his head alone.

Twinkle!

Suddenly, a green light appeared on the ground, and people began to cross the road all at once. The whole process was so unfamiliar that Asher walked side by side with the boy as if in a trance.

It was when they reached the middle of the wide road.

Kiing…!

The floor flashed purple. At first, I thought it was similar to the green light that signaled the signal. But suddenly, an intense sense of deja vu tightened Ashe’s loose thinking.

I’m familiar with this light.

It didn’t take long to come to mind.

When I used the Unequal Exchange Magic Scroll, it was exactly the same as the purple light that the magic scroll emitted.

Before anyone could properly perceive the situation, the purple light carved intricate letters on the floor, lighting up the world with a brightness brighter than the night view of Seoul.

Their world fell apart like a poorly put together clay doll.

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11/1/493 Imperial Calendar 00:00 – The Emperor’s Audience Hall.

In the vast space where only the Emperor, the Holy See, and the Imperial Conjurer were present, a vacant seat was filled, however shallow.

“Ugh…?!”

Bang!

The boy struggled in the low air and fell to the ground with a thud. The emperor frowned at his reckless behavior.

“What… all of a sudden…? Where am I?”

The boy was confused by the sudden change in the background. Even late at night, it was not the bright Gwanghwamun, but a dark and cold indoor space.

In the midst of this absurd phenomenon, he began to wonder if he had unknowingly taken some drug disguised as a drug that would make him smarter.

Of course, I have never believed in such a scam, so I have to face the supernatural reality as it is.

Soon the boy recognized the presence.

An old man covered in a cloak, a man in uniform carrying a sword, and a middle-aged man who seemed to be claiming that he was the king were staring at me intently.

Are you dizzy from reading fantasy webtoons?

Was it true what that quack psychiatrist said about gaming being a disease?

As such an extreme trend of thought was accelerating, the powerful man sitting on the throne suddenly let out a sigh.

“Are you from another world?”

“What are you saying…?”

Of course, the language used was different.

The Emperor, as if he had expected it, handed over the interpreter’s magic tool to the Holy Netherto. It was a one-of-a-kind item, ordered from Hereis Arkaden three months in advance.

Seongjak handed the ring to the boy and used body language to advise him to put it on immediately.

The transformation of consciousness occurred quickly.

“I’ll ask again. Are you a being from another world?”

“Oops…”

It’s amazing how the Emperor’s words sound so natural.

The boy answered in a somewhat timid voice.

“Maybe… I think so…?”

I still doubt whether the situation I was in was real. Nevertheless, the cliché of the creative work latent in the boy’s memory somehow managed to squeeze out an answer.

Honestly, I couldn’t deny that my heart was pounding, regardless of my anxiety.

Another world. No way, no way, a summoning to another world…!

I used to believe that the only way for a South Korean man to be summoned to another world was to enlist in the front lines…

It was a development that I had only dreamed of.

As a boy who had just gotten over his second year of middle school syndrome, it was difficult to contain his excitement.

“Yeah… I see.”

It was dark inside.

There was no light except for the moonlight streaming through the window, so the boy could not read the emotions of the Emperor and the Holy See.

“Your name is.”

A simple question.

The boy expressed his excitement in a calm and composed manner, in contrast to when he had just been summoned.

“My name is Baekryun! So, my name is Yeon.”

There was a brief silence after he revealed his name.

The gazes of the two powerful men looking at the ordinary, even innocent boy were extremely cold.