Chapter 1

———— "Demon King."

This is an existence that frequently appears in various myths and legends.

A symbol of evil.

A synonym for brutality.

A figure who endangers the world, endangers humanity, brings fear and disaster to many beings, and plunges the world into chaos.

Such a figure is the Demon King.

In many myths and legends, to defeat the Demon King, deities often seek out heroes, provide them with numerous aids, and have them save the world.

Furthermore, deities summon heroes from other worlds to defeat the Demon King, which is a development that seems almost customary.

Therefore...

"Am I the chosen unlucky one?"

"You can think of it that way if you like."

The above dialogue arose due to such a situation.

This is the center of an unknown temple.

Inside the temple, there are no gilded decorations, no sacred and solemn atmosphere, just a pristine white building.

At this moment, there are two figures inside the temple.

One of them is a figure that has always stood at the center of the temple, as if it were an eternal presence.

That is the goddess.

Yes, the goddess.

Because, apart from using this term to describe her, there are no other words that can adequately describe her.

She has long silver-white hair that falls down her exceptionally alluring back, reaching down to her knees, and it moves on its own even without wind, gently swaying and emitting a faint glow.

Her eyes are a pure blue, like a sapphire planet, and she wears a pure white dress. Her feet, as white as jade, are bare, standing on the ground, and her body, with its flawless curves and graceful figure, is so beautiful that it seems to be an existence that should not exist in this world, like a completed masterpiece of the highest level, full of a dreamlike and illusory quality.

Such beauty, such purity, such dreaminess and illusiveness, can only be adequately described with the term "goddess."

At least, that's what the other figure in the temple—a being that floats in mid-air, like a ghost without a physical form—thinks.

At first, "he" couldn't help but stare in amazement.

Until the goddess spoke to "him."

"Although it may seem abrupt, let me get straight to the point."

What point?

To summarize, it is...

"You are already dead, but I hope you will come to my world and defeat the Demon King, so I plan to resurrect you, make you a hero, and send you to the world of swords and magic—[Omni Potentia]."

That's the situation.

Thus, the opening dialogue appeared.

To be honest, "he" found it hard to believe.

A goddess?

A Demon King?

A hero?

A world of swords and magic?

These terms, "he" is not unfamiliar with.

However, when these terms become real events in "his" life, "he" is truly left in a state of confusion.

"he" doesn't even know how long it took to accept this setup.

But, there is one thing "he" is clear about.

"I don't really have any other choice, do I?"

If, as the goddess says, "he" is already dead, then refusing the goddess's proposal would mean disappearing completely, right?

In that case, what other choice is there?

Incidentally, the reason "he" uses the term "should" is because "he" doesn't remember whether "he" is really dead.

No, to be more precise, "he" doesn't remember anything about "himself."

Why is that?

It's simple.

"Regardless of your choice, those memories are unnecessary."

The goddess said this.

There's no way around it.

If "he" refuses the goddess's request, the outcome has already been mentioned.

If "he" decides to accept, to prevent the attachment to "his" previous life from affecting the new life and to prevent the technology and knowledge of "his" previous world from having too much impact on the new world, it is a straightforward approach to not retain those memories.

As a result, "he" doesn't remember anything about "himself," and the knowledge of the world "he" originally came from is limited to common sense, such as knowing the existence of the internet and its functions and uses, but not its principles or conditions of existence.

This is not the goddess's doing.

"Once a person dies, they quickly disappear without a trace, including their existence and memories. I only summoned you because I need you, and restored your common sense memories so that you can understand the current situation and what will happen next."

The goddess explained this while looking at "him" with her star-like, bright, and beautiful eyes, and smiling faintly.

"Since you are already dead, the memories of your previous life are no longer relevant. Even if you choose to go to the other world, I don't want the attachment to your previous life to affect your second life, nor do I want the technology and knowledge of your previous world to have too much impact on my world."

In other words, no matter what, the memories of the previous life cannot be recovered.

"he" has no complaints.

Firstly, since "he" has forgotten those memories, "he" naturally has no attachment to them.

Secondly, even if "he" opposes, it would be futile.

After all, "he" is already dead and should have disappeared. Since the goddess plans to resurrect "him" and give "him" a second life and a second chance, "he" can't ask for more.

Being able to live and have a second life and a second chance is already a blessing.

"he" should be content.

"It seems you have made your decision."

The goddess, as if able to see through "his" thoughts, nodded casually and extended her flawless hand toward "him."

"Then, in the name of the gods, I hereby grant you, a being from another world, a second life."

Accompanied by a solemn voice that seemed to echo throughout the temple, the transparent figure in mid-air emitted a brilliant light.

The light was as bright as the sun and as dazzling as starlight.

In this situation, a similarly dazzling and brilliant "sword" appeared from the transparent figure.

"From now on, you will be called 'Xien.'"

"Don't disappoint me."

"I have been waiting for a thousand years for a hero."

As the words faded, the figure and the sword in mid-air disappeared from the temple.

After doing all this, the goddess retracted her hand.

However, her eyes still gazed at the empty space, as if still looking at that figure, and she murmured.

"Such a strong light is something I've never seen before. I hope he can fulfill my long-held wish."

Leaving this murmur, the goddess closed her eyes, and the temple returned to silence.

And the story, with this as its starting point, announced its beginning.