Hero, such an enticing title—and he is one. He who was summoned to an unfamiliar world. A world of fantasy, where magic is possible, where magic dominates all.

Summoned to fight the chaotic demons lead by the Demon Lord. Being summoned into another world, he felt uneasy. After all, he is not from that world. Though, he quickly adapted to that new world because everyone around him is nice, gentle, and very welcoming towards him. So, he thought of having another life, a new life where he can enjoy it to the fullest. He even got lovers for himself, the princesses of the royal family. So he became strong to fulfill his duty as a hero. He indeed became strong, stronger than anyone under the heavens, and successfully punished the rebelling demons and the Demon Lord who disrupted the peace.

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After the defeat of the demon army, I was supposed to just enjoy my remaining life peacefully and happily, but no!

I am a hero, stronger than anyone. But then one day, in an accident. I found out that heroes are just merely tools that will be discarded after its use. Heroes are just Gods slave, a slave that will no longer be of use after it fulfilled its duty.

I felt betrayed, no I am betrayed!

The people whom I saved, the people whom I trusted, the people whom I loved. They betrayed me.

My lovers, no—those fucking bitches! They drugged me, poisoned me, and sealed my powers.

I was thrown into the deepest part of hell, where the most ferocious beasts reside. The mocking faces, the laughing faces of those bitches whom I whole heartedly loved. I itched each scene into the deepest part of my memory. I swore vengeance, if I ever have the chance to see the light of the day—I shall dye the world red with blood.

Being thrown into that hell, I deeply regretted the fact that I had help this fucking world. I should have let the demons trampled over them.

Waiting for my doom in that darkness. Being ripped apart by beasts limb by limb. I cursed my life for being unlucky. Why should I suffer this injustice? If this is my fate, I refuse to accept it! The Gods, it’s the fucking Gods! It’s the fucking Gods fault!

Just as my head was about to be separated from the rest of my body, an unknown power—darker than anything, ruthless than anything, suddenly awakened from within my body, destroying everything around me. I feel comfort, as if the world is nothing but a speck of dust. I didn’t know that I have broken free from the shackles, but I didn’t care, as long as I can get out from this hell and carry out my revenge, I will accept any kind of power, even if it’s from the devil itself.

With the breakthrough, I killed and killed and killed, sharpening my fangs even more than before. Once I determined I am powerful enough, I came out from that hell—that stinking hole.

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With these newly acquired power, I declared war to the Kingdom whom betrayed me. Marching to the royal capital, I created a mountain of corpses on my way without even feeling the slightest hesitation. Whomever gets in the way, kill without mercy!

The royalty who serve the Gods, the bastards who betrayed me—I domineeringly made my way to them. With each of my step, shivers run down through their spine, trembling and is forcefully being nailed to the floor.

The betrayers, each of them groveled and beg before me, to spare their dog’s life. But I never showed mercy, I cruelly uprooted their heads—along with their spine—from their body. I publicly carried out the revenge for the world to see, to see that a heavy betrayal comes with a heavy vengeance. Those those bitches especially, I made them paid the price a hundredfold. I made a group of orcs raped them, violating them mercilessly. Then, I tortured them, I beat them up until no one can recognize them, chopping off their fingers like chopping vegetables, cutting their limbs one by one, gauging their eyes out, pulling out their intestines, and when they are about to die, I then proceed to healing them, and repeat the process again. Hearing their screams made the torture even more enjoyable. Oddly enough, I feel nothing for torturing them, even I would feel disgust when torturing an animal, but seeing them screaming, crying, begging just gave me pleasure.

So, not until I am satisfied or their eyes have gone completely dead and their brain numb to the pain did I stop, and kill them off completely.

With my newly acquired powers, the Gods were also alarmed and didn’t tolerate my existence. So finding this as a chance, they handed out the punishment for killing the royals and a Gods Messenger as a pretext to send their forces to eradicate me, but they didn’t think that the forces were instead eradicated.

But I wonder if it’s entirely due to my power. I can see it, I can feel it. The shame they received, ashamed that the one who they thought as a slave had become their biggest enemy!

The Gods—I’m not planning to let them off. They’re the ones—the real culprit behind the betrayal, I clearly heard it from that so called Gods Messenger. So I forcefully made my way into their domain, into the heavens. A big war erupted between me and the Gods, a war which made the heavens and the earth tremble.

I alone stands under the heavens, but my figure towers above all! And without regards to my life, I made a slaughter. Fortunately, the Gods underestimated me, so using that chance, I strike a fatal blow, giving me a chance for a victory.

The heavens and the earth torn asunder. All lives shivered under such war. The sky was torn apart, the mountains crumbled and crushed, and the ocean split in half.

All of the heavens turned upside down. Finally, after battling for 7 days and 7 nights, the war died down.

In the end, I claimed victory. With a body riddled with gaping wounds and dyed red with blood. With one of my arms ripped apart, a gaping hole in my abdomen that’s dripping with blood, and bones are showing on many areas around my body. I achieved victory. I didn’t bat an eyelid for any of the injuries I received. I am victorious and that’s all that matters.

With my victory, I roared throughout the heavens—signaling the rise of dawn. Under my one roar, all lives trembled and prostrated in worship.

With these, I have completed my duty in this world. There’s nothing left for me to do here, so with one last look into the lands that made me a monster, I created a portal that leads into my world, the world where I was summoned. And in that world with my return, I shall dominate all under the heavens, and my form shall tower above the heavens!