When someone makes a wish, they do so thinking of themselves, without thinking about the actions that they can cause in others and when they see the consequences, they are not able to recognize them.

This is something indistinguishable from all human beings and although there are some exceptions and everything is planned with the purest and most innocent intentions, it does not take away the fact that someone has probably been harmed by this action...

"UAAAH~MMMH-damn, it's almost two in the morning and I still haven't finished the chapter" yawned while a black-haired boy complained, with light tanned skin and deep brown eyes, robust to the naked eye.

In a standard room surrounded by a few books and various things, this young man was sitting at his desk with a laptop where you could see the word "THE" written and decorated in such a sophisticated way, followed by several blank lines.

The young man with clear fatigue and stress on his person, such that if you didn't see him move you would probably think he was dead or that he was probably a famous star who fell into drugs was in a curious situation.

— Come on, think, you promised them that you would publish at least one chapter today...

He was talking to himself in an attempt to motivate himself and just at this moment when an idea should come…

— There is nothing, I am empty…

He told himself head down and with eyes that no longer had life in them.

— What would my main character do?... He would probably give a damn and say that he couldn't because he was lazy... hehe, I wish it were that simple...

The boy's mind began to wander to his story, he liked to create characters that had as unique a personality as possible, as a result he began to quickly run out of ideas.

Therefore, he devised a strategy, because whenever he found himself lacking in inspiration, he would read his own story as if he were another reader, seeing what the reader would like, and noticing his own mistakes, all as a simple jobi.

Although, while it was something he enjoyed doing, the pressure of it was weighing on him and unknown to him, it was probably slowly draining him.

His entire room was silent, the silence was such that the sound of his breathing was very noticeable, he looked around the room for inspiration, noticing a few things, among them the books around him, some were simple novels. or stories, but most of them dealt with math and biology, as well as books on some random topic, among them were: How to build your own Weapons, Cooking Recipes, World History, Physics, etc.

"I need some concentration," he mentioned to himself while using his headphones, before playing some classical music.

Symphony No. 5 in C minor, Op. 67 by Ludwig van Beethoven

While the relaxing music was listened to by him, he directed his gaze to something other than something he has to read, he saw several things until something he hadn't noticed for a long time.

"Seriously, that's my signature," the young man exclaimed with a bit of skepticism as he took his credential and began to look at it.

As he was looking at his ID, some memories came to him about his life, but the most important thing was an idea growing in his mind that came out, as if you had shaken a soda and now it was about to explode, that idea came as a question .

-What would I do?

The question of comparison between the protagonist and him was obvious, for a reason he has the title of protagonist, instead he, a simple boy who only uses his free time in things that are never successful, at times he thought that it was simply not worth it, but he had already made several mistakes and disappointed many people, so at the very least, he didn't want to give up something like “writing stories”.

Although it may not seem like it, sometimes a simple, "Wow, good chapter" from a complete stranger, is better than a "At least you did this", from a loved one.

The presence of bitter memories and the growing stress of his lack of ideas only helped his train of dreams more, which was about to give full steam, but without realizing this he kept thinking about what he could do, what he had especially, he knew there was nothing in him, but he liked to trick his brain to alleviate that feeling of existential emptiness.

It's not that he didn't want to change, nor that he can't, it's just something complicated, because not even he can explain it, it's as if he was only there for convenience, like a kind of virus.

While he was organizing his thoughts and memories, the song continued to play with great brilliance, which began to take over his mind, wandering into scenes that he would probably never do and to the rhythm of the song something strange began to happen, his heartbeat began to slow down, his body began to relax to an extreme point, his consciousness had reached its limit and with his already tired eyelids, he looked at his laptop for the last time before falling into the deepest sleep anyone could ever experience.

You would probably think that he is dead, but suddenly he opens his eyes only to notice that he is no longer in his already beloved room, but in a kind of abyss with nothing around him... although what is the difference?

"How strange... what is this?" — The boy wondered aloud while he tried to remember what happened a few seconds ago before continuing with his writing.

I look everywhere, just seeing a dark void, for a moment he thought he was dreaming, but if he were, he would already know, because it is not the first time he has dreams where he is aware.

He began to quickly think of an answer to his situation, because this is not normal and it is nothing like what he has had, the feeling of not needing to breathe apart from not being able to move an inch of your body, it is as if he simply he wasn't there, but he was conscious.

— Is this a nightmare?... or perhaps... I'm dead.

The idea of being dead terrified him, it was not leaving his family or not doing something anymore, what scared him was disappearing completely, as if he had never existed, therefore, he began to jump to conclusions in an altered way and try to wake up, but As time passed, noticing that everything was still the same, he decided to put it aside.

If he wasn't dead or dreaming, then what was happening here, maybe he was under the influence of narcotics or something related; probably not, if so, he wouldn't have the same ability to think this way.

— Huh? What is this?...

But just when nothing was expected anymore, something started to come, it was a familiar sensation, a clear example is as if you had a numb leg and then you can feel it again, but numb and with cramps.

The situation was not much different, it was a warm sensation, in fact, you could call it hot, since it was increasing.

— Ouch! wait to!

The warm sensation quickly turned into stinging pain when the temperature increased to unbearable levels, but said pain was enough to send a response to his brain to finally open his eyes, realizing that he was in a situation that was not at all normal and it was the simple fact that he was in a room surrounded by flames.

He didn't have much time to think because of the pain, in fact, he didn't even notice that he was in a totally different room, nor that the fire was black in color, very different from its usual reddish orange.

Without caring, he quickly tried to stand up, without much success, since that momentum of force was enough to send him against the ceiling, a little upset by that, and by the fact that he was on fire, he tried to stand up again, but resulting in the same action, shooting out and crashing this time against a wall, which almost broke, leaving him even more bewildered and angry.

"Oh! what the hell is happening!

He yelled angrily as he hit the ground in frustration because the pain was beginning to overwhelm him, therefore he did not let him think clearly, but when he crashed his fist against the ground it sank as if it were plasticine and still With pain throughout her body, she knew what that meant.

He saw that wall with which he had previously collided and quickly went back to do the same maneuver of trying to get up, obviously successful.

However, that was the objective, as a result, the wall was shattered, revealing behind a large tower lit in black flames, which the young man managed to observe thanks to the adrenaline in his body, which made his whole world begin to go. Slower.

And thanks to that, he was also able to notice that he was falling several meters high from some kind of tower, so he could only think of enduring the pain, but now that that thought came to mind, he realized that by breaking the floor and colliding with that wall did not cause him any harm, perhaps the walls and floor were of very poor quality or could it be that the fire, being much more superior in pain, overshadowed the others...

[…]

It was a quiet morning in the most hidden city in the world, because in this one he already made one of the most important treasures for humanity and the gods.

This miracle-producing place is known as the "Sanctuary of the Hero", because it is here where the Hero is invoked from another world with the grace and power of the gods, who have blessed this place with miraculous properties.

Well, apart from repelling any hostile creature and the same (the opposite of mana) makes anyone who steps on their lands, heal from any disease, injury or physical condition that they carry.

Despite these properties, this does not exclude it from being attacked or even conquered by any other thinking being, so preventing this, the gods made a guardian guard said sanctuary on his back and, in turn, with the ability to fly from this , it became a floating island, undetectable by any living or dead being.

However, this did not stop the enemies of the gods and on different occasions they managed to infiltrate the sanctuary and although there was no serious damage, the humans themselves decided to prevent it by sending their best warriors with the intention of watching over the sanctuary, which was quite effective, since any infiltration attempt was successfully defeated and has remained so to this day.

Inside a chapel, in a dark room illuminated only by the dim light of a crystal that hung from the ceiling, a man in a huge silver armor was praying in front of a statue, the aforementioned had no facial features and seemed to be a mere symbolism. of the Hero.

That man who appeared to be of advanced age seemed to be highly concentrated with his eyes closed, but a strange sensation made him interrupt his prayer to open his eyes and in a very fast movement, he managed to dodge a slash that easily broke the statue in front of him. .

—So it was true, James Morrison, one of the best warriors in the Virgilian kingdom.

Behind the man known as James, a hooded figure with feminine qualities stood with her sword drawn at the spot where General Morrison's head had previously been.

"How are you supposed to get here, you dirty heretic?" the man asked imperturbably with little noticeable hostility.

That female figure, far from trying to respond, quickly swung her sword with the intention of killing the person in front of her.

But before she could even touch the older man's neck, he easily deflects the sword with his bare hands, then delivers a well-aimed blow to the chest, sending the woman flying with a hole in her chest, multiple fractures all over her legs. ribs.

—I asked you a question, answer it if you're still alive.

A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

The man responded coldly only to see how the female spat a stream of blood from her mouth and then remained completely inert on the floor of the room.

—hmmp

With a simple murmur, the man prepared to leave the room while thinking about how someone had infiltrated to the point of reaching the chapel.

But while he was thinking that, his auditory senses managed to capture all the sounds that came from outside the room.

-As! This should not be possible.

The man with a concern noticed how the people around the chapel had been attacked and assassinated, while the rest of the soldiers were fighting with what seemed to be occultists for that despicable essence that they emanated.

"Answering your question, you should know that we received some help," spoke the woman still lying on the ground.

Once again James's senses increased when he saw how the girl got up with a little difficulty and he noticed how her wounds were closing quickly and then she was launching herself against him.

Outside the chapel, the whole thing was in chaos, somehow the occultists, those who worship calamities, had managed to successfully infiltrate without anyone detecting them, eliminating a couple of knights, which was never thought possible, Well, those soldiers were sent to that place only when they met a requirement... which was to eliminate an adult dragon.

After the death of these knights, the occultists got into a fight with the soldiers, who began to take the fight seriously when they noticed some strange tools that helped in the death of their comrades.

The fight seemed close enough and the losses were equal for both sides, but the objective of the occultists was only to buy as much time as possible in order to achieve their mission.

On the other hand, James was the one who was thinking that, which was the objective of the heretics, since he had been notified a few days ago that the Hero would be invoked, therefore he related this invasion as an attempt to prevent the Hero from arriving, which He was quite doubtful since the compound had the best protection spells in the world, but that only increases his doubts as to what the goal of these chaos worshipers was.

And so the fight continued, with both parties trying to kill each other, but without anyone noticing, one of the occultists managed to enter the heart of the sanctuary, managing to find the summoning platform and although he knew that he could not do physical harm, his The leaders had given him a simple scroll, which contained within it the ability to cast a powerful fire spell that consumed everything it burned.

With great audacity he placed that paper on the platform and with that his work was done, so he proceeded to leave, but before he could even leave a strange sound made him stop to look back, watching as the plate lit up. into a fervent blue light to later explode into a searing light that incinerated everything within the room but the sanctuary itself.

PAAMNNNN!

With a slight tremor, the sanctuary lit up for a few moments before it began to shake due to what seemed to be an explosion of black flames in the sanctuary tower, causing everyone to stop for that event.

"What the hell did you do!" James claimed as he thrust his sword into the woman's entrails.

Esta, far from worried, had a smile on his face that only told James that he had failed at his job.

Since when he was notified of the invocation of the Hero, he could not feel more than an ephemeral sensation, since not many people would have the opportunity to meet the Hero, a being full of virtues and blessings from the gods and although he was concerned due to that this meant that the world would be in danger, he was willing to give his life in order to fulfill his goal.

And now, to say that he felt devastated was an understatement, he felt something worse than miserable, he felt that he had failed not only his family and loved ones, but also the whole world since he was responsible for protecting the place where he will be received. the hero… and he had failed.

CRAAHS!

POOOOMNN!

The sound of the ceiling collapsing, followed by a crash due to something hitting the floor at high speed, made everyone inside the room stop whatever they were doing and turn all their eyes to what they were doing. whether it is rising from the rubble.

From among them a large, stocky figure stood up, wobbly as if just getting used to his strength, but due to the dust and only a small amount of the sun's rays coming through the gap in the ceiling, only his silhouette was visible. which made him look like a totally scary being.

Some present began to break out in a cold sweat when a strong sense of danger began to emanate from it, intimidating even the strongest of knights, so much so that none of them dared to move or breathe, and even forget about the fight that was taking place against the invaders, the cueles were in the same situation of fear and bewilderment.

"AAAAAAH!"

Unexpected for everyone, that individual who seemed more like a creature from another world to those present, lets out a scream so powerful that everyone had to cover their ears.

The sound wave caused by the scream was enough to send back the cloud of dust that surrounded him, along with some soldiers and invaders who were close enough, although the latter only flew away with severe headaches and ruptured eardrums.

When the scream stopped, which was more like the roar of a beast, it left everyone even more stunned and with their blood frozen, until some began to fall unconscious due to not being able to resist its presence any longer.

Some of those who managed to remain conscious due to such a presence, watched attentively and even with fear at a black-haired boy, with tanned skin and strange clothing that was somewhat destroyed.

It sat there still without making any movement and luckily for many, that feeling of danger soon began to diminish, which meant that some who had held their breath until now could finally fill their lungs with so precious oxygen. but as soon as they managed to put their feet on the ground, both invaders and knights tried to react as quickly as possible.

Getting through their opponents was the objective on the part of the knights and with the invaders, it was to flee the scene as quickly as possible and unknown to the knights, the bandits took out of their clothing, a purple sphere that in less than a minute seconds they ingested, being engulfed by a purple cloud that made them invulnerable to damage, while those who were not fast enough were pierced by the swords of the knights...

But despite losing their lives, they were still engulfed in purple smoke.

The clouds of purple smoke moved like they had a mind of their own towards the available exits, which was caused by the young man crashing into the ceiling.

The place was silent again, where only the footsteps of the knights were heard, who began to surround that young man who was still static and with his eyes closed.

The knights were still on guard and with their swords raised, because they had not forgotten how that presence that this young man released made them feel.

James, who at first believed that the Hero Summoning had been completed, reacted that he was wrong upon looking at it in more detail. The first piece of information that made him react was the presence, he had never been with the hero to verify it but according to ancient writings the hero had an infinite magical capacity and in this man, he could even affirm that the mana around him was repelled.

And the second thing was the presence that emanated, because it was so suffocating, even more powerful than a dragon or a demon, I turned away from a scream that incapacitated several of his men.

Then there was that black hair, it was said that the Hero was the only human on earth with dark hair, however, if this guy had horns and a tail and adding to the fact that he repels the mana and aura that surrounds him in Instead of being calming, it was replaced by a suffocating and terrifying one, I would say with complete certainty that it was a demon.

But to his confusion, this young man lacked all the previously mentioned members except for his aura, thus only increasing his doubts.

Was he the Hero?

Why haven't you said anything yet? All Heroes are supposed to know their mission once they come to this world.

Or did something go wrong with the summoning?

Will he be executed for this result?

Those were just the main questions that circled his mind and he was desperate to answer them, even if it meant asking that person who emanated such a powerful aura.

As he got closer he could make out the burn wounds, but also the feeling of danger was increasing, but even with the sweat on his forehead and the fear inside him, he put up a firm and unwavering posture and was willing to give his best. if to amend his mistake he set out to speak.

- Who are you?

He asked and demanded to know who that young man standing in front of him was, he already had an idea, but he wanted to make sure that what he saw in front of his eyes was not oppressive, despite that intimidating voice, the young man did not even flinch from his presence. .

"Answer, who are you?" the knight in great armor demanded again, with a more serious and thick voice.

Without even paying attention to him, the young man was just as calm as from the beginning.

- Answer you idiot!

— Perhaps you are deaf, they are asking you a question!

The commander looked at his men who also seemed to want an answer, but he knew that even in his best years he would never manage to hurt an enemy who literally with his aura alone could immobilize anyone. He was about to correct his soldiers, but that young man who seemed to be in a deep sleep, had reacted by slightly opening his dark brown eyes.

"Answer the fuck up, you damn wretch!

Shouted angrily a soldier who apparently had forgotten that with a shout this young man had sent part of his companions flying.

While the commander, seeing this, was about to call his attention, but he noticed how the young man seemed to react to the insults, he thought of leaving them to see if he finally gave a sign of being alive, but he regretted seeing how some of them His soldiers approached the young man and then held him by the shoulder.

And without anyone being able to do anything, an enormous murderous intent was present immobilizing everyone and in less than a millisecond the commander could see how the young man at high speed gave a blow that sent that soldier flying, crashing and cracking the wall.

The soldiers, despite having witnessed such a show of force, again stood guard, ready to attack, willing to give their lives to protect this place, however, they noticed how this subject looked surprised and said some words totally unknown to them.

[…]

For the young man, it was all very confusing, first he appears in a burning room, then he easily breaks through the wall, where he ends up going through the ceiling and then being smashed to the ground.

To his surprise, that blow was barely noticeable to him, so this time he tried to stand up more relaxed, with a bit of difficulty and staggering like a baby, he managed to hold on only to observe a pile of dust, which made it difficult for him to see what was happening. , but unexpectedly the pain caused by the flames began to return, she tried to resist it by running in pain, cursing in her head and trying to get angry to generate adrenaline and thus the pain was less intense, but despite mental insults, she did what everyone wanted. human does in response to pain.

AAAAAAAH!

He screamed with all his might, but the pain was still there, so he only concentrated on calming the pain that was only increasing, he was still unaware of his situation, but as the pain decreased, his anger and adrenaline decreased, the pain was still there, but it was already bearable.

The pain was so much that he was static, barely aware of what was happening around him, but something caught his attention, which was the almost imperceptible voice, but he did not give it much importance, until some new voices called him again. He couldn't understand them, but they sounded mocking, that bothered him a bit, but he continued without giving it any importance, the pain was still in him and he wanted to avoid moving at all, because he didn't want to have that feeling of being cooked alive again.

However, his wish was not fulfilled, and in that he felt how someone placed a kind of metal glove on his shoulder, right where the biggest of his wounds was.

He didn't know who that person was who did that, to say that he was angry was not enough, he was furious with whoever the idiot was that touched him in a discovered wound.

Widening his eyes in anger, he hit with enough force that he thought was necessary to make this individual understand that he should never do that again, but with just that blow, he was thrown with his armor shattered towards a wall.

— Huh? What's going on? the young man said with bewilderment.

The pain had already subsided enough to notice that he was surrounded by armored knights and in a room very similar to a Catholic church, although it was in very poor condition.

His brain started working again and he was now in the middle of processing his situation.

The first thing that came to mind was that he was dreaming, or having a nightmare?... but he was refused to feel the pain. The second thing was that he was under narcotic effects, but also ruled out by seeing and thinking about his five senses.

And the last option, which was the most logical, was that he had been kidnapped and was in a different place... but that went to hell when he saw how to hit that guy and a few seconds later he was on the other side buried in a wall, so with a little doubt and a lot of imagination from different readings and fantasy series, I come to the strangest and craziest conclusion, but it was the most accurate and most consistent.

"Am I in another world...in an ISEKAI"

He thought with a little emotion, but said emotion vanished when he saw the situation he was in...

—PARESPONDE, IF YOU SEE YOUR VIVAT, YOUR CUIS ESAST.

Said a man in great armor, heading towards the young man, although his voice seemed serious and possibly hostile, the young man was still focused on that subject that he sent to fly, epically ignoring the knight.

In that the doors that gave way to the entrance of the building began to shake, implying for obvious reasons that someone was trying to force their way into the building.

"Could this be my worst day? I literally just killed someone, I don't know where I am or what language they speak here and now I'm being cornered right now by soldiers, could this get any worse?"

The young man thought with concern about the situation in which he finds himself, although the scene of the man flying passed through his mind, so he thought about the possibility of escaping.

«If with a garter blow I sent that subject flying, and when I tried to stand up I went flying, then my strength is well above normal, although I don't know how much, but if maybe I push myself I think I can escape this situation... or at least I hope so"

The young man devised a plan while looking around. He observed how the soldiers were still looking at him through his helmets, but he could also see that there was a hole above, which he quickly identified as the one he made after he fell.

"Okay, here I come," the young man said between whispers, as he relaxed.

After being silent for approximately a few seconds after the general's question to the young man, the latter quickly shot like a cannonball towards the ceiling, creating another hole again because he misdirected his trajectory, leaving everyone present with their mouths open, because they could not see anything, except for the roof with two holes, which gave them a clear sign of what had happened.

At the moment of jumping, I do not calculate the amount of force that I had to put, since, if I had jumped like that at home, the normal thing is that I would have jumped 20 cm, but it was too late to think about this, well nothing more jumping felt like he went through the roof, which didn't hurt him at all, so now he was flying over what looked like a beautiful valley surrounded by giant arches, apart from being surrounded by a wall and in the middle was a church surrounded of several houses, but before continuing to observe, he felt again how he went through something, only thousands of times harder, so much so that the speed at which he was going decreased significantly, which gave him the opportunity to notice an enormous layer of transparent light that surrounded that house. small citadel and below it, an enormous quadrupedal creature that flew with that island on top.

—I have no idea what that is, but it reminds me of a creature from the mosterverse...

He mentioned no one apparently not realizing how high up he was, or perhaps too much stress overwhelmed him.

Without giving him more time to think, gravity as a law almost present in the whole world, began to do its thing, making the young man's body begin to fall at an enormous speed, while he could only observe how the distance between the ground and he was getting shorter.

I hope I get out of this alive...

END