Color me surprised...

After I saw the giant demon in the tent I immediately thought of the worst possible scenario, running out of the tent and screaming at the top of my lungs to get the villagers attention so that they could run and get to safety, only to be looked at like I was an idiot...

Damn it... this has got to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

After calming down, I finally got to sit down and talk to the giant demon, who was the chief of the tribe of half-demons.

Yeah, you heard that right. Half demons.

A few of the first generation summoned decided to live the rest of their lives in the tower along side the demon race.

After a few generations it eventually gave everyone in the village a similar look to humans, aside from a few differences such as tiny horns or different colored eyes due to how prominent the summoned’s genes were, aside from how they looked they also inherited their strength, or at least a portion of it making all the inhabitants marginally strong compared to other tower dwellers.

I’d say it’s similar to how many of the past summoned married into royalty, hence making the nobles of the different countries stronger in comparison to the average folk due to the blood of outworlders in their veins.

So you could say that summoned are a hot commodity... well, aside from me of course. You don't want to be anywhere near someone who tried to convince people to dump their backward way of thinking and move onto things like democracy and the freedom of slaves.

Ah, I guess most humans from the earth that were transported here had the same issue in varying degrees... I just got the worst of it haha...

Anyways back to the chieftain’s story, he told me that his ancestors passed down an ancient magic ritual to relieve me of the hero curse put on my body. He also apologized for how he obliterated my arm and explained that he couldn't risk doing the ritual with me awake and still able to fight.

No wonder I felt so free, I didn't take notice until now that I’ve been feeling and expressing emotions that I haven't had access to for years, an arm is a small price to pay for my freedom...

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Sad to say there isn't any magic to regrow limbs, at the very least I don't have access to a

healer strong enough to regrow it. I've heard of magic elixirs that might do the trick but the chances of me finding any are pretty slim.

Aside from the curse, he told me that I was the first in centuries to reach this high into the tower that they’re aware of, at least from the people of Gaia.

He wouldn't tell me anything specific but I can safely assume that the demon race has climbed much higher than this floor, It’d explain the Chieftain’s strength.

Afterward, he gave me back what's left of my equipment. My armor was in tatters after the fight but somehow my beloved sword survived, albeit with a few scratches here and there.

Although due to its length I imagine having trouble using it in the future... actually I’d imagine having trouble with using any weapon in the future due to the nature of my injury... losing an arm is rough but it was also my dominant arm, I’ll have to go through a lot of re-training to get enough strength to continue climbing the tower...

Wait...

Climb?

I’m free from the curse, I don't have to climb this stupid tower anymore...

Being hit with the realization I almost jumped out of my seat and started dancing on the spot, of course, I resisted the urge but I thanked the demon chief repeatedly, he was surprisingly quite timid and kept saying that it was nothing and it was something anyone would do.

Of course, I tried to give him gifts in exchange, I even went as far as to offer him my sword but he refused all of it.

In the end, I refused to leave the village without paying him back, I thought he’d be more annoyed but he wasn't he was happy that I told him I’d stay...

This guy is way too nice for his good, or maybe he's just nice to me because he whooped my ass...?

Either way, the chief wanted to celebrate my decision with a small party, I say small but the entire village was in on it and it turned out becoming more like a festival.

The food and drinks were amazing the meat was from high-level cattle raised in the tower itself, and the ale was brewed by one of the half dwarves in the village.

Speaking of drinks me and a few dwarves from the village decided to have a drinking contest, it wasn't much of a contest since the lingering effects of the hero’s blessing made it hard for me to get drunk- I thought I was victorious until the chief himself sat next to me and asked to complete...

I learned a lesson that night... Demons are good at drinking.