Prologue

When a big change came in the world, the only thing Hyun-woo could own in a barren environment was a sword.

Just an ordinary sword.

The ordinary sword's ability to give neither God's blessing, supernatural phenomena, nor even systems frustrated Hyun-woo. But frustration can also be a device for overcoming.

Negative emotions kept entangling him, but it didn't take long to realize that it was just an inferiority complex.

Hyun-woo is a normal.

But he thought he could become a star like them someday, so he took up the sword.

He trained the most fierce weapon to the limit, using mediocrity as a weapon.

When he finally made his sharpest weapon.

Hyun-woo was called 'sword saint' among those who looked up to him.

#

It was a day when the hot sun was shining like today.

A world that gradually began to stabilize after the collapse of the system, a time when heroes were busy moving. A girl came to me, who was depressed by the disciplinary action from the Hero Association.

"Raise me, or you'll regret it."

Hyun-woo's words were briefly blocked by the absurd remarks of a young girl with strangely empty eyes. Even in common sense, no one will listen carefully to a girl who did not have an acquaintance suddenly ask her to raise herself.

Naturally, Hyun-woo did not listen to the girl's words.

He completely ignored it.

It was clear that it was an absurd behaviour that a mentally unfortunate child who simply lost his parents showed while looking for a place to rely on, to put all his worries aside.

Eventually, the girl was sent to a nursery school. It was a perfect place for children who lost their parents to stay as society collapsed. The girl spent her childhood in a state-sponsored nursery. But the world was once again destroyed by villains because he had not noticed the corruption in the nursery before and ignored the girl's words.

"Ugh... Now the hero, am I the only one?"

Hyun-woo breathed hard as if to break at any moment and looked up at the empty red-eyed woman holding a considerable-sized claymore in her hand. The waist-sized girl was bigger than him when we first met, perhaps because her legs were cut off.

Although he waited for an answer.

There was no reply from the girl, as if to prove that too many years had passed. In the end, whether to answer or not was the privilege of the person who won the battle, so there was no particular complaint. People praised Hyun-woo as a "sword saint," but no matter how much he did, he could not win against the S-class villain "The Prophet," who is penetrating the future.

All the heroes were defeated by her prophecy.

The saintess, who can heal any wounds, was died by villains by the prophet's ploy. Ranker-class heroes, classified through evaluation by the Hero Association, were also all dead or missing.

The results were no different even for the sword saint. The villains belonging to the Villains' Union dealt with all the villains as if it was laughable to chase Hyun-woo to kill him, but in the end, Hyun-woo was run out of luck by the endless offensive of villains attacking him as if he knew where he had fled.

That made Hyun-woo feel lousy. What if we used such a great ability for citizens, not for villains who were busy filling their own greed? Furthermore, he was frowned upon by the fact that he had the opportunity to make her a great hero protecting the citizens, not an disgust villain.

"Are you acting like a child again, or is it an unacceptable grudge?"

Hyun-woo asked seriously, but there was still no answer back to her.

"Well, I'm going to die anyway. It's up to you to decide whether to answer or not."

Finally, the woman's claymore moved, and Hyun-woo's long-awaited death came. We've been holding out well for a long time. This city, hero, and me. We have fought well against greedy villains who can only fill their stomachs.

People often ask. If you can go back to the past. If you can change one thing you really regret, when and where do you want to go back? I know that reality is a silly question that I can't find in my eyes, but...

"Oh, come to think of it."

Hyun-woo know the prophet is a disgusting villain who can't repent, but he'd like to hear it even if he does. What on earth was the girl sure of, she said she would regret it. Hyun-woo wanted to know if she really came to him because she saw the future.

"What was your name?"

Shing-!

The sword saint is dead.

#

In the end, the world is completely over.

Hyun-woo can't understand what the villains wanted to do together, but if the Villains Association is a powerful armed group left in a world where the social system has collapsed, the right expression would be that the world is over.

What will happen to me now?

It wasn't interesting at all after death, heaven, or when he was alive. So Hyun-woo was a little curious. What end will he face when he die, who has no ability other than to handle a sword well. I expected a number of cases, from simply becoming a scary ghost with a grudge to the necromancer of the Villain Union turning my body into a zombie.

But when all the speculation was well missed, Hyun-woo was greatly embarrassed.

The eyesight was dark for a long time. It was only natural because he died, but Hyun-woo's body felt the feeling of when he was alive.

The sharp sunlight of summer that heats the skin, the cool breeze that cools the body gently, and the familiar yet awkward voice of a girl.

"Lucia! That's my name!"

"What...?"

"And..."

Hyun-woo urgently lowered his gaze in search of the owner of the strangely creepy voice. Exactly the size of Hyun-woo's waist, empty red eyes, pale skin, and white long hair like seeing a ghost. He looked down at Lucia for a long time with a stunned look on his face when it could never happen.

The girl standing right in front of him.

"Raise me, or you'll regret it."

The Prophet.

She appeared in front of Hyun-woo again.