Chapter 617: Wish (3)
People believed that the hero was the one who led the gods' civil war to victory, guiding the benevolent gods to triumph.
They hailed him as the savior who blocked the destruction of the continent, and praised him as the messiah who gifted humanity with a future.
The hero himself, however, found such praise discomforting. He knew that the victory he had achieved was merely a postponement of the inevitable.
"I've been called a fool and an irresponsible human, but even someone as foolish as I am cannot forget a certain sight."
"What is that?"
"People's misfortune."
There was a time when a child, desperate to survive, would chew on their parent's corpse.
There was a time when people, in agony, would scream that they wished to die, but no one could tell them otherwise.
Everyone had become more familiar with death than life, and the only reason they endured their miserable existence was the hope for an empty future.
The days when the hero lived as the hero were some of the darkest days in history.
"As much as one experiences misfortune, one naturally becomes accustomed to it, but I could never accept that. The misfortune of the people always felt new to me."
Despite knowing how foolish it was, the hero engraved the misfortunes of everyone into his heart.