Reincarnated Hero System

Unknown Dungeon

Dungeon City Osto

Hobha

December 19th

Year 1051

A frail-looking man, dressed in ragged clothes took slow and steady steps as he dragged a great sword that was a bit over two metres in length along with him.

He had long black hair cut at uneven lengths with his bangs hanging low on his face and covering his both eyes.

On the back of his left palm, was the crest of an upside-down Great Sword inscribed in a circle with a number written in roman numerals in small barely visible text under it.

As he walked down the long hallway, he staggered occasionally as his bony arms struggled to pull the weapon behind him.

Reaching a flight of stairs going downward, he pulled the sword forward and tossed it down the stairs, making loud clanging sounds that echoed across the empty hallways.

After a few minutes of struggling, he finally got down the flight of over fifty stairs before spending another few dozen more seconds picking up the great sword as he resumed carrying it.

“AHHH!!!!”

“SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??!!”

“GYAAA!!!”

“We didn’t opt for this!”

“Stop talking and run!!”

As he kept walking through the hallway, he began to hear screams and shouts from multiple people, causing him to turn his head sideways.

“Hmm? To think I almost missed it.”

He spoke to himself as he turned and began moving down the hallway that was to his right, his grip on the sword tightening as he staggered down the hallway.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“SORRY BRO BUT WE GOTTA SURVIVE!”

“We’d tell the guild you guys gave your lives to save us!”

“FUCK YOU!!!”

The voices became louder as he closed in on the location of the source, a distorted smile appearing on the man’s lips as he forced his body to move faster.

In less than five minutes, he arrived at the source of the shouts, a small room at the end of the hallway where a monster had cornered an Adventurer and was about to end his sorry life.

The stone floor of the room was painted with red and the thick stench of blood and gore assaulted his nostrils upon entering the room.

Dismembered limbs of what was once a brave adventurer were scattered around the room, with the adventurer’s half-eaten torso laying on the ground not far from the predator that ended his life.

It was a monster that was a type of mammal. It had four arms and four legs, with remnants of what was once a tail.

Its head held four eyes which sat sunken in their sockets and made it appear to be composed. The mouth of this creature was enormous with an almost hidden nose and long ears.

The rag-wearing man stared at the monster for a few moments before turning his gaze to the monster’s next target, a middle-aged man who was shivering in fear in the corner of the room with blood snot and tears all over his face.

“Hideous to look at…”

The man had red, short hair clumsily hanging over a round, anguished face.

It was at this point that both the man and the monster noticed the new entrant to the room. The monster turned to him and was about to growl at him but he turned his gaze in the direction of the beast and spoke.

“Stay.”

One word.

And the predator that was about to pounce on someone, dropped to its knees like it had lost all of its strength in its legs.

He ignored the monster that looked at him with a confused gaze as he lifted up his great sword with newfound strength and placed it on his shoulder.

He then walked towards the red-haired man staring at him with a dumbfounded look on his face and helped him stand up before asking.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Huh?”

“Name, now.”

**BAMM!!!

As he spoke, he stabbed the great sword into the ground, eliciting a scared reaction from the red-haired man as he hurriedly spoke his name.

“Terence!”

He shouted his name with a high-pitched voice, eliciting a laugh from the black-haired rag-clad man.

“So, Terence, how did you end up here?

Lemme guess, you were abandoned by your friends? Party Members?

You all encountered this stronger monster and they sacrificed you and your sorry companion on the floor to the monster to buy time for themselves to escape.”

As he spoke, he rested his arms on the hilt of the sword while occasionally turning his gaze towards the monster that kept struggling to stand up for the past few minutes.

Hearing his words, Terence remembered the reason he ended up stuck in this situation in the first place.

His tears stopped as the light of rage flashed through his eyes, the rage that had been hidden deep beneath his fear rose up as the source of his fear was temporarily incapacitated.

He remembered the looks on the faces of his party members as they pushed him and his brother towards the unknown monster that wanted to claim their lives.

Before he could even say anything, the black-haired man continued speaking.

“I have but one question for you.

Do you want Power?

Power to get revenge on the detestable bastards who left you here to die, who pushed you to your death just to save themselves.

Power to end the life of the monster that tried to take yours.

Don’t you want the power to get revenge on them?”

The man’s offer was something that Terence found appealing, especially as he knew that he was not strong enough to defeat the monster that the man in front of him rendered immobile with but a single word.

He was also sure his former party members were not strong enough to defeat it, after all, they would not have used him as a sacrifice if they could.

If he gained the power to end the monster that scared them shitless, he was sure he could deal with them easily too, and avenge his brother.

However, the rational part of his mind held him back right before he hastily accepted the offer.

“Why?”

“Hmm?”

“Why are you asking me this? What do you want?”

Terence asked through gritted teeth. He wanted to accept the man’s offer and gain this ‘power’ so he could have his revenge but he held himself back.

Seeing this, the edges of the black-haired man’s lips curled up in glee as he replied.

“What I want, huh?

I am ‘The One Who Wants All There Is’.

So naturally, I want Everything.”

He turned his gaze to Terence as his red eyes glowed from behind his long bangs, his gaze startling Terrence.

And overwhelming killing intent suddenly enveloped his body. An aura that could only be gained by those who have taken hundreds of thousands of lives.

The pressure of the Aura bore down on Terrence’s body and soul, disorienting him and forcing him to his knees.

Just as it suddenly came, the pressure suddenly disappeared, leaving a terrified Terrence who was staring at the man with more fear than when he was about to die.

“Normally, I would take my time to entice you slowly but I don’t have the time for that.

So, let me ask you again.

Do you want power?

If you refuse my offer once, I would walk out that door, however, I’m not sure what the monster that’s glaring at you would do

So, what do you say, Terrence?”

He was Practically forcing Terrence to accept his offer as the redhead was scared at the prospect of death.

‘If he leaves then the monster would come after me!’

In his state of fear, he was unable to think properly and realise that the monster did not even have its eyes on him anymore.

The man making him the offer would definitely be its target given how it was glaring at him with so much bloodlust.

Terrence slowly rose his head and looked at the man’s outstretched hand. Various emotions swirled within his eyes as he hesitantly rose his hand and accepted the man’s offer.

As soon as Terrence touched the man’s hand, he smiled and spoke to Terrence with unconcealed joy in his voice.

“I look forward to our time together, Terrence.”

The man then placed Terrence’s hand on the hilt of the sword and made the redhead grab it. In the next moment, the man’s body burst into a bloody mist which was then absorbed by the great sword he had stabbed into the ground.

[Pick It up]

Terrence Heard the man’s voice in his mind as he slowly tightened his grip on the sword and picked it up with newfound strength.

It was then he took a closer look at the sword, it was a two-edged, two-handed great sword with a massive black blade measuring about 70 inches long and 8 inches thick.

The sword’s brown handle was about 10 inches long, giving the weapon a total of 80 inches in length.

As he held it, Terrence felt a surge of power coming from within the depths of his soul, his muscles bulged up considerably and his physical strength was boosted to new heights.

While he was mesmerized by the sudden increase in strength, he heard the man’s voice in his head once more.

[Now then, Terrence. Shall we?]