The weight of my grandfather's words hung heavy in the air as he handed me the ring, its dark surface encasing a tiny skull, a relic of immense power. The ring, he explained, was a conduit for the power of the Headless Night, a high-ranking undead warrior, a formidable foe capable of matching the strength of the Demon King's weakest generals.

My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The Headless Night's power was immense, but it came with a price. The ring, infused with blood magic, could only be activated when I possessed at least 20 mana points, a resource that was not easily replenished.

Despite the risks, I knew that I could not refuse this gift. The Headless Night's power was my only hope of surviving the perilous journey ahead, of confronting the Demon King's forces and saving the other world from their clutches.

With a deep breath, I slipped the ring onto my finger, feeling its cool metal against my skin. A surge of energy coursed through my veins, a sensation both exhilarating and terrifying. I was now bound to the Headless Night's power, a symbiotic relationship that could either bring me victory or lead to my downfall.

"Caleb, this ring will be your key to victory. The power of the Headless Night will aid you in your quest to save this world."

"Thank you, Grandfather. I will not let you down."

"I hope so, Caleb. You always been a disappointment, I realized I never gave you a chance, so here's your first and last chance."

I stood before the dimensional portal, ready to step into the unknown. The other world was filled with danger, but I was no longer afraid. I had the power of the Headless Night, and I was determined to use it to protect the innocent and bring peace to the world.

"Farewell, Grandfather. I will return victorious."

"May the past hero watch over you, Caleb."

I stepped through the portal, leaving behind the familiar world of my youth and entering a realm of magic and mystery. The stakes were high, but I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. I was the wielder of the Headless Night's power, and I was not afraid to fight for what was right.

The air crackled with anticipation as we stood before the shimmering portal, a gateway to an unknown world teetering on the brink of destruction. Eleven fellow heroes, handpicked from the prestigious Rising Aster Academy, stood alongside me, their faces etched with a mixture of determination and apprehension.

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I, Caleb Nightfall, the disgraced son of a revered hero, felt the weight of their scrutiny. Exiled from my family and the academy, I was an outsider, an unwelcome addition to their esteemed group. Their disdainful glances and whispered conversations served as constant reminders of my past failures and their own superior abilities.

Amidst the sea of familiar faces, a young woman named Seraphina stood out, her vibrant spirit and unwavering determination a stark contrast to the prevailing atmosphere of skepticism. Unlike her peers, she had no prior knowledge of my exile, her curiosity piqued by my presence among the chosen heroes.

Seraphina's innocent query, directed towards her fellow hero.

I stood apart from the group, my heart heavy with disappointment and a growing sense of isolation.

As the portal pulsed with an otherworldly energy, I made a decision. I would not let their prejudice and disdain define me. I would prove myself worthy of being a hero, not by seeking their acceptance, but by proving my worth through my actions.

With a deep breath, I stepped through the portal, leaving behind the familiar world and its judgmental gaze. I entered a realm of breathtaking beauty and vibrant colors, a stark contrast to the harsh realities of my own world. Yet, beneath the splendor lurked an insidious darkness, the threat of the Demon King's impending conquest.

I was no longer just Caleb Nightfall, the exiled . I was a warrior, a protector, and a defender of the innocent. Together with my fellow heroes, I would face the challenges ahead, not as outsiders, but as unified forces of light, determined to bring peace to this troubled world.

I along with the other heroes, arrived in the other world. As they checked their status, they discovered a new piece of information: a level indicator. According to the level indicator, the hero is currently at level 0.

Welcome to the new world, hero! It is an honor to have you join us in our fight against evil.

we were warmly welcomed by the king and his court. A blond hero, descended from the Holy Knight, stepped forward to speak with the king and introduce himself. The blond hero introduced himself as the descendant of the strongest of the original heroes, and he was eager to serve the kingdom and fulfill his destiny.

The king was impressed with the blood hero's lineage and courage, and he welcomed him into the kingdom. He also expressed his gratitude to the other heroes for their bravery and willingness to help.

The heroes were then escorted to their quarters, where they could rest and prepare for their upcoming adventures. They were excited to begin their journey in this new world, and they were confident that they would be successful in their quests.

A hero title, a legendary weapon, or skill? This is quite the reward for defeating a demon king," I mused, carefully examining the mission details. The prospect of becoming a hero was enticing, but the thought of wielding a legendary weapon or possessing an extraordinary ability was even more alluring. "I wonder what I should choose..."

I pondered for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of each option. A hero title would bring me recognition and respect, opening doors to new opportunities. A legendary weapon would enhance my combat prowess, making me a formidable force against any adversary. And an extraordinary ability would grant me unique powers, allowing me to achieve feats that others could only dream of.