Chimera Wandering The Dead Roads - Volume 5

Being swallowed up by the blinding light that the pope and his cult freak friends had finished casting Biazar woke up in a familiar white space. With an old god sitting at a table drinking some tea as he watched him get up with a subtle smile on his lips. Looking closely at the old god it took a while but eventually he had remembered where he met this old man at before since well this is a troublesome second meeting. As beside the old man on his left is a bound up system with a face fuming with rage while to his right is a familiar one who’s been very helpful. More so than a certain snarky system that likes making fun of or torturing him for no real reason honestly! Chuckling wryly our not so heroic mc decided he might as well join them at the table for this talk they’ll be having. Once he had sat down two more familiar faces showed up and sat down with him taking up all available space at the table. The two familiar faces were Dantalion and Prometheus who both had intrigued faces as they saw the troublesome system bound while the one from his current world was casually drinking tea happily.

Valis: “Seems like everyone is here now, first young man let me reintroduce my self I’m Valis the god of the void. The first time we met you had just blown up after running away with a bomb even though you weren’t fit. You soon died in explosion and for some reason your soul came to me so I decided to humor you as you were the first visitor in eons. Now I’ve seen you rise and fall as a good hearted man then become a demon like no other with what was starting to happen. Through all of this I neglected to realize that there was one problem, one thing that didn’t properly guide you. For this I am sorry young man so we shall deal with that problem right now and move on.”

Finishing his talk Valis looked over at the snarky system who tried to escape but it was futile as she was flicked out of existence. Nothing was left of her but the system screen was still the same when our mc checked on it to see what’d happen. With a playful chuckle Dantalion looked at Biazar as he put his elbows on the table with his chin resting in his hands. As a crooked and playful smile spread across his lips seeing him looking for anything weird with his system.

Dantalion: “Your stuff is fine~ that runts death won’t effect you till your back in your body since heh you got bombed again!”

Prometheus: “I have to say though that your quite unlucky to have been bombed twice as this current situation stands.”

Biazar: “Eh shit will happen can’t help it right?”

The two gods and demon lord chuckled at his laid back response to essentially dying by bombing a second time. While Heros couldn’t help but grin at the anomaly the gods had introduced to his world as a fifth hero suddenly. This one man had mangled the loop of the story to his liking, calmly associated with monstrous people, summoned monsters, and many other un-hero like things simply because he doesn’t fit as one.

Heros: “Haha sorry if this sounds rude master Biazar but why aren’t you trying to be a hero in the full sense of the word? You want to help people but your doing so many un-hero like things daily that its made me think about why.”

The hero system question had made the others look toward the man who is yawning as he rest on one hand looking at them all.

Biazar: “What is a hero? Someone who is always supposed to selfishly help and save others? If so thats down right enslavement with no free will. I refuse to be someone f.u.c.k.i.n.g hero if they’ll get pissy for one single mistake! That just isn’t for me I’ll be more like a demon and a anti-hero before that stupid broke logic image. If someone wants to see me as a hero they can but it’ll be a disappointment if they think I’m all good, see me as a demon then thats perfectly fine I’ll accept that as I honestly do fit that a lot of the time! But if someone expects me to be some sort of f.u.c.k.i.n.g slave called a hero thinking “You have to help us and die for us that what a hero is!” But gets pissy and tries to kill me for not being the good little puppet then I’ll kill them.”

Hearing his anger filled tangent and rambling everyone there had realized his true outlook on what heroes are, nothing but slaves to peoples ideals. Heros could only smile bitterly as he remembers a few situations that were just like that with past heroes. Valis had a somber and lonely expression likely remembering some people he had known like that. Prometheus has a disgusted look on his face as he downed ten jugs of wine one after the other to forget the things mortals do. Dantalion however, had the most joyous and sadistic smile on his face as his eyes lit up with pure interest. As this man isn’t the first to say such things but he is the first to lazily yet spitefully bad mouth the concept heroes in the face of three supreme beings and a system meant to guide heroes.

Dantalion: “Kekekekek!!! You are interesting you know that right human? You so gladly tarnished the concept of heroes in front of us!! But you are not wrong… There have been countless situations where any race turned on the one they once called “hero” for many reasons. Mortals are fickle and backstabbing creatures yet we can’t help but entertained by them regardless of our loathing towards them. You however although you are the same you’ve never truly backstabbed your companions or been fickle with them. You’ve only shown them your true self and the fact that your not afraid to do something to anyone that tries something funny.”

Biazar: “Whats the point in lying to them? They’d learn of it anyways so I just laid it out there in plain view about everything.”

Valis: “So you have young man so you have and because of that you’ve earned some trustworthy people. Now lets move onto the real reason on why I called you all here shall we?”