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Chapter 3 - path of reincarnation

Darkness surrounded me. My broken body lay silent, but my soul drifted in a strange light. As I opened my eyes, I saw her—a young lady, radiant, her presence overwhelming yet calm.

"Hey, hero," she said, her voice echoing like truth itself. "Do you think you are correct, or wrong? The truth is… all are correct. I am the goddess of this world. Justice is not absolute—it is perspective. Do not overexaggerate."

Her words pierced me, but I clenched my fists.

"Even so," I replied, "I will become a hero. If I have a chance to help people, like in the fantasy stories I admired, then I will rise. I will level up. I will become a guardian of the people."

The goddess smiled faintly.

"Very well. Then become a proud hero in this world. The Demon King has invaded, and all people are endangered. You have been summoned to answer this crisis. The Kingdom of Poker holds the Holy Sword, and I will grant you a leveling system. Do not worry."

I hesitated. "Wait… before I reincarnate, I want to see my death. I want to know if someone notices me."

The goddess sighed, but with a wave of her hand, visions appeared.

Person A—Family.

I saw them. My heart trembled. "Is this… my family?"

"Yes," the goddess confirmed.

But they turned away, indifferent. My chest tightened.

Person B—Friends.

"I feel sad about him," one said. Relief warmed me.

But another voice followed: "He could have been used in other ways… like a slave."

Tears welled in my eyes.

Person C—Doctor.

I frowned. "Why the hell is he here?"

The doctor's cold words cut me deeper than any blade: "This body's organs would sell for a high price."

I broke down, crying heavily.

The goddess's voice snapped like thunder. "Cut it out. If you are done with crying, go through that portal."

A shimmering gate opened before me, glowing with divine power. I wiped my tears, my resolve hardening.

"When a portal opens," I whispered, "a new journey begins."

The goddess stared at me, her eyes sharp, almost angry.

"Then go," she commanded.

And so, I stepped forward. The light swallowed me whole.

Thus begins the journey of Deaver Dransart—the boy abandoned, the vessel betrayed, reborn as a hero in a world of demons.

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