I died and was resurrected as a level one Classless Adventurer in the Town of Beginners. I woke up in a massive tower known as the World Forge, apparently born from its flames. My body and appearance were the same as I had on earth, but I felt… different somehow.

A super pretty goddess greeted me when I woke up. She had shimmering golden eyes that seemed to stare into my soul. It was a weird experience.

I’m to rest till tomorrow, when I get to set out as a new adventurer.

It seems this is my isekai! Just like in anime and manga! I’m hyped!

Hello World! Your Hero is here!

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2000 Years Later

Part I: A Frozen Summer

              Snow fell from the sky, as it always had, every day for two thousand years. Markus looked up, watching as the flakes littered the landscape, letting them melt against his skin. He put on his scarf and lowered his googles before walking toward the Mines.

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              Work in the coal Mines was long and arduous. The Masters were quite strict with their quotas, as they should be. People needed heat to survive. Day in, and day out, Markus went down into those mines with many others. Day in, and day out, many did not return.

              Mineshafts collapsed, poisonous gas choked many, others starved to death, and still others were beaten to death by the Masters. Markus hated them. He hated them when they beat him for not mining enough coal. He hated them when they sent men down into the darkness, giving no more than a sigh when the inevitable came. He wanted to kill them.

              But, it was impossible. The Masters were Blessed by the ruler of this world, the Supreme One. Although Markus had heard that their blessing was small, it was still strong enough to crush several Commons.

              Rebelling was worthless. The power difference was too great. And yet Markus wished it all the same. He wished for a better world. As his hands bleed from using a pickaxe, he wished for a savior.

              “There has to be a way.” He whispered. “There has to be a way.” He continued, working and working, through the long hours of the day.

              “There has to be a way.” He wished. "There has to be a way for this world to be saved."