Now in this unfamiliar world, with nothing to tie him down, why should he care about others’ lives?
As for the grand undertaking of defeating the Demon Race and saving humanity... isn’t there another beautiful Hero to handle that?
The opportunity to be a hero can be left to the young; he just wants to live his little life in comfort.
Unfortunately, it seems even this wish is hard to achieve.
In the middle of the night, Tanaka returned to his residence. He pushed open the bedroom door, and the cold moonlight stread through the open window, illuminating the room.
A woman with a pale yet extraordinarily beautiful face was leaning against the door, a faint, enigmatic smile on her lips: "Welco back, Hero."
[Na: Eleanor de Knox]
[Race: Blood Race]
[Level: 72]
Tanaka’s pupils suddenly contracted, and after a brief mont of shock, almost instinctively, he quickly raised his finger!
However, that hand was instantaneously clasped by Eleanor’s cold hand, and the faint glimr that had just begun to shimr at his fingertip was brutally extinguished in the palm.
Crack——
That was the sound of a finger being snapped; the enormous level difference left Tanaka unable to resist, but his expression didn’t change much, which made Eleanor raise her eyebrow slightly.
Eleanor’s voice carried a hint of lazy mockery; her red lips slightly parted, "What were you planning to do to your sister’s mory? That’s not very polite, you know."
"Not killing outright, what do intend to do?" Tanaka asked.
"Co back with your sister, and you’ll find out?" Eleanor’s smile deepened, accompanied by an air of unquestionable authority.
Knowing the other party didn’t want to talk, Tanaka stopped asking questions, rely ranting to himself: "Always calling yourself ’sister’ to a middle-aged man, isn’t that weird? And while I do like fair skin, yours is a bit too pale..."
In the next second, Tanaka’s figure began to turn illusory and transparent without warning!
"What?!" The smile froze on Eleanor’s face, turning into shock and suspicion. She reached out quickly, but her fingers seed to plunge into nothingness, passing straight through the rapidly dissipating figure!
No sound, no light burst; Tanaka’s entire existence, like a drop of ink in clear water, silently diffused, faded, and ultimately completely dissolved into the silent air, leaving not a trace.
A deathly silence enveloped the room.
Eleanor’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air; the mocking smile vanished from her pale face, replaced by disbelief, which was then engulfed by surging anger.
"Di... Disappeared?" Her whispered voice carried a slight tremble, then beca sharp and high-pitched, "How is that possible?!"
She wasn’t so inexperienced rookie, yet she still couldn’t decipher the technique used for that disappearance. Even a Clone Technique couldn’t leave no trace!
Not to ntion that the other party was only a Level 24, with the only specialty being [mory Erasure]. What could he use to cast an Advanced Magic that could fool her?
But the fact remained, this Level 24 guy, with his nonchalant attitude, managed to escape right under her nose!
An imnse humiliation!
Scarlet energy burst violently from around her, in an instant, blowing the entire building to pieces!
"Hero! I’ve rembered the sll of your blood!"
The massive explosion instantly awakened the sleeping Silver Sand Bay. The guards hurriedly arrived, half-dressed, holding torches, stunned at the sight of the Defense Commander’s residence almost razed to the ground.
They looked at each other, utterly at a loss.
The next day, the fortress-like castle of the Island Lord overlooking the bay quietly increased its number of sentries severalfold...
anwhile, on a vast sea far from Silver Sand Bay, a large ship swayed with the waves.
"Ouch——!"
A loud, suppressed cry of imnse pain erupted from one of the ship’s cabins!
Tanaka lay on the cold floor like a boiled shrimp, clutching his right hand, teeth chattering with pain, cold sweat pouring down his face.
"Hiss... If I had known it would hurt this much, I wouldn’t have played that trick!" He groaned, his vision blacking out, squeezing out intermittent complaints through gritted teeth.
After a long while, Tanaka finally let go, exhausted, wiping the sweat-slicked oiliness from his face, and crawled back onto the hard bed, gasping for breath.
[Sloth of the Seven Sins (Unique Title): Create a clone identical except for this title, which can be canceled at any ti]
This title was suddenly acquired a month ago; he couldn’t figure out the exact conditions for obtaining it, but he managed to understand its use.
Tanaka had long been aware of the Demon Race in Silver Sand Bay; they were business partners approved by the Island Lord. He had no issue with that; everyone got what they needed.
But recently, those two demons kept changing costus around him, which ant sothing entirely different!
The Demon Race seed unaware that he could check the panel, and their disguises couldn’t fool him.
Considering his identity as the Hero, he naturally thought of potential dangers, so he used the clone to divert attention early on, while his real self boarded a ship where no one knew him, and slipped away.
He wanted to live peacefully as a couch potato, but it’s a bit difficult in this world...
Looking at the undulating dark blue waves outside the porthole, Tanaka rubbed his still faintly aching right wrist, a bit lost: "Where to next...?"
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anwhile, under the sea not far from the cargo ship Tanaka was drifting on, another girl bearing the na "Hero" was experiencing a completely different predicant.
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