Chapter 1
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[I Will Never Come Back]
I posted a short comment, but who says a frog isn’t killed by a stone thrown in jest? Apparently, my comment wasn’t perceived as a joke. The day after that, I found myself sitting at a hero’s desk, banging my head against it.
“Where did it all go wrong?”
I muttered, and the big guy in the corner sighed. It was a sigh that made me look pathetic to anyone who heard it.
Georg’s bitter voice reached my ears. I leaned back in my chair and cracked my neck. ‘Close your eyes, open them, and I’m back home. Close your eyes, open them, and I’m back home.’ I closed my eyes and tried self-hypnosis.
“It’s going to be tough. Remember, you got fortunate when you defeated the ‘Third Disaster.'”
Damn. This isn’t home. Georg turned his eyes towards me. I look to the other side, trying to avoid his prying gaze. Georg stared at me for a moment, then shook his head. Please don’t do that. I actually might cry.
With those words in his cavernous voice, Georg strode out of the room, his footsteps disappearing with a thud, unlike Iris’ shuffling footsteps. The entire building seemed to tremble. I stared at the door, dumbfounded, long after Georg had left. My thoughts settled like tea leaves that have sunk to the bottom of a cup. It felt like a storm had swept me away.
Elroy.
It was only at Georg’s last words that I remembered the name of this body. Yes, Elroy. He was always called Hero, so only a few readers recognized him. Even I, an avid reader, could not recall it off the top of my head, much less the casual fan.
“Is this the name of a Hero?”
‘Isn’t this name… underwhelming for a hero?’ Thinking about this ridiculous notion, my teeth clenched, and I pounded my fist on the desk.
“Damn it, almighty author,” I said, “Why didn’t you let me possess him three days ago?”
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[I Will Never Come Back]
I posted a short comment, but who says a frog isn’t killed by a stone thrown in jest? Apparently, my comment wasn’t perceived as a joke. The day after that, I found myself sitting at a hero’s desk, banging my head against it.
“Where did it all go wrong?”
I muttered, and the big guy in the corner sighed. It was a sigh that made me look pathetic to anyone who heard it.
Georg’s bitter voice reached my ears. I leaned back in my chair and cracked my neck. ‘Close your eyes, open them, and I’m back home. Close your eyes, open them, and I’m back home.’ I closed my eyes and tried self-hypnosis.
“It’s going to be tough. Remember, you got fortunate when you defeated the ‘Third Disaster.'”
Damn. This isn’t home. Georg turned his eyes towards me. I look to the other side, trying to avoid his prying gaze. Georg stared at me for a moment, then shook his head. Please don’t do that. I actually might cry.
With those words in his cavernous voice, Georg strode out of the room, his footsteps disappearing with a thud, unlike Iris’ shuffling footsteps. The entire building seemed to tremble. I stared at the door, dumbfounded, long after Georg had left. My thoughts settled like tea leaves that have sunk to the bottom of a cup. It felt like a storm had swept me away.
Elroy.
It was only at Georg’s last words that I remembered the name of this body. Yes, Elroy. He was always called Hero, so only a few readers recognized him. Even I, an avid reader, could not recall it off the top of my head, much less the casual fan.
“Is this the name of a Hero?”
‘Isn’t this name… underwhelming for a hero?’ Thinking about this ridiculous notion, my teeth clenched, and I pounded my fist on the desk.
“Damn it, almighty author,” I said, “Why didn’t you let me possess him three days ago?”
I Will Never Come BackI posted a short comment, but who says a frog isn't killed by a stone thrown in jest? Apparently, my comment wasn't perceived as a joke. The day after that, I found myself sitting at a hero's desk, banging my head against it.Where did it all go wrong?I muttered, and the big guy in the corner sighed. It was a sigh that made me look pathetic to anyone who heard it.Georg's bitter voice reached my ears. I leaned back in my chair and cracked my neck.Close your eyes, open them, and I'm back home. Close your eyes, open them, and I'm back home.'I closed my eyes and tried self-hypnosis.It's going to be tough. Remember, you got fortunate when you defeated the Third Disaster.'Damn. This isn't home. Georg turned his eyes towards me. I look to the other side, trying to avoid his prying gaze. Georg stared at me for a moment, then shook his head. Please don't do that. I actually might cry.With those words in his cavernous voice, Georg strode out of the room, his footsteps disappearing with a thud, unlike Iris' shuffling footsteps. The entire building seemed to tremble. I stared at the door, dumbfounded, long after Georg had left. My thoughts settled like tea leaves that have sunk to the bottom of a cup. It felt like a storm had swept me away.Elroy.It was only at Georg's last words that I remembered the name of this body. Yes, Elroy. He was always called Hero, so only a few readers recognized him. Even I, an avid reader, could not recall it off the top of my head, much less the casual fan.Is this the name of a Hero?Isn't this name underwhelming for a hero?'Thinking about this ridiculous notion, my teeth clenched, and I pounded my fist on the desk.Damn it, almighty author, I said, Why didn't you let me possess him three days ago?