The Academy’s Weakest Became A Demon-Limited Hunter

I had a long dream.

I went on a journey with the hero’s party, made up of people I liked.

We defeated many demons, and in the end, I became a hero who saved the world by defeating the Demon Lord.

When I returned after a long journey, the people praised me. My chest swelled with pride, and I basked in overwhelming glory.

I returned home in high spirits. I couldn’t wait to eat my mom’s soybean paste stew and stir-fried pork, and I wanted to brag about my heroic tales.

I entered the room, shouting, “Mom!” with a smile, only to find my room was a cramped studio apartment.

Next to the desk, thick books that I had read multiple times, with their pages worn thin, were piled up like a mountain. In the corner of the room, there was a single game console sitting idly.

It was then that reality hit me.

I was alone.