Prologue

Prologue

'In the end I died like this'

A hollow laugh forced itself out.

However, I'm not surprised nor do I feel it to be unfair.

Because I knew that I was going to die like this.

"Whew."

He let out a long sigh.

The steam slowly drifting from his mouth rose up towards the sky.

"There was a bastard alive over there."

Noticing the steam from his breath, a few enemy soldiers came walking towards him.

'Just let me be. Anyways, there's already a hole in my stomach.'

He wanted to protest with that, but in the end he just let it be.

He remembered the time from 40 years ago.

'I was reincarnated in this world, I thought myself as someone special but came to be a nobody. I left my home at the age of 15 shouting that I will become a hero. I was really naive back then'

After that, he kept struggling on the battlefield for 25 years.

And the results from all that ended with; that he only had a bit of money in his hands and that he has become just a C-class mercenary.

"What Hero? What king? I'm just going to die here. Damn it."

His life flickered by like a revolving lantern.

'What would have happened if I had accepted the offer of that guild? No, if I had enrolled in a knight academy instead of becoming a mercenary? No, no. If I had just accepted the proposal from Jane and stayed with her to run the inn, I would be living a peaceful life, right?'

His thoughts brought him to the crossroads of his life with plenty of alternatives.

At that time, he foolishly chose one side without hesitating.

But the end results weren't that good.

And because of that, he now lay with a hole in his stomach awaiting death's cold and final embrace.

It was also normal for him to think about this. People tend to think about things like 'What would have happened if had chosen that instead of this'.

But they only regret their decisions, there's no way they can relive the moment to make a right decision.

But they were also not at fault, the life is full of choices and no one can make only the right choices.

Soon, he could see the hostile expressions of enemy soldiers closing in…

'Damn it.'

The curse ran through his throat.

Stab.

A steel sword stabbed his chest.

"Damn...it."

His voice uttered feebly, devoid of strength… rolling out his final breath.

Alex, the C-class mercenary from the village of Namis died in the battlefield...but before he died he heard a faint voice in his head.

[Your ability is activate]

[It can not be activated again]

[The tutorial has finished]

[You will go 27 years back]

The real game starts now.