Prologue
The day the gates of the abyss opens, the age of n will co to an end.
It was a part of the prophecy that had been passed down since ancient tis. But very few truly believed in it and rightly so, for for thousands of years, mankind had never been on the brink of destruction.
However, the prophecy was true.
One night, when the moon was particularly red, the gates of the abyss opened, and monsters poured out.
The Lord of the Undead, the Wailing Eye, the Frost Dragon, the Wraith Knights, the Giant King, the Ruler of the Abyss, and more.
Monsters that only existed in legends swept through the world, and the glory and civilization built by mankind crumbled into nothingness.
However, mankind did not give up. Desperate to survive, they fought back against the monsters, and it was around this ti that Heroes, or Warriors as they were called, appeared.
Seven brave heroes passed the ordeal and the Great Warrior Ulan was one of them.
The Barbarian Chieftain, Ulan Bator.
The possessor of monstrous strength comparable to that of a giant, and the strongest power in charge of the heros partys vanguard.
As if to demonstrate this, Ulan advanced forth, boasting of his formidable strength, as if there would be no defeats on his path.
But in the cave of giants, his advance halted.
Huuk! Huuk!
Crimson blood flowed down his chin while dozens of arrows pierced his body, the giants arrows included which by human standards resembled a spear.
That wasnt all.
His abdon was punctured, and his entrails were mangled. His face was charred and his left arm was blackened by poison.
It wouldnt be strange if he died right away.
Huuk! Huuuu!
While exhaling in a series of ragged breaths, Ulan recalled his past mories.
One of the Rulers of the Abyss.
Imdiately after falling into the Giant Kings trap, three of his companions were gravely wounded.
To make matters worse, the deadly poison poisoned even the Saint, the Hero partys only healer.
The imminent crisis of annihilation was at hand. But they must not die just yet, for the Heroes were mankinds last hope.
So Ulan volunteered to stay here, to give his comrades ti to retreat, and to reduce the number of enemies by one more.
And the mission was a success.
The surrounding scenery was proof.
Corpse, Corpse, Corpse!
The corpses of giants piled up a mountain. The blood that flowed from the mountain ford a river, and beyond that, a monster many tis larger than the other giants lay dying - Largtan, the Giant King.
The king who fought Ulan to the end.
He, too, was about to die soon.
It was a great fight
Thats when he spoke up, in a voice filled with admiration.
Hero. Your na, I ask.
There were many nas that called him.
The Great Warrior of the adow, the Giant Slayer, the Red-Eyed Barbarian, the Great Chieftain and so on.
But all his feats and glory were worthless in the face of death, so he calmly revealed his true na.
Ulan.
After a short answer, he spoke in a slurred voice.
Ulan, Ulan. I will rember.
After muttering Ulans na over and over again, Largtan smiled contentedly.
Lets et again in the abyss and fight, Ulan. At the end of the abyss, I wait for you
At the end of the voice that gradually faded away, his body turned to ashes. It was an unusual end that only the monsters of the abyss faced.
After the death of the Largtan, the Giant King, Ulan felt it too.
That there was not much left in his life.
Huuuu!
His blurred vision while his breath ca in ragged gasps.
Then, the records of life he had experienced for decades flashed through his mind like a flashlight.
mories of being born as a warrior in the adow, becoming a Hero by challenging a legend, holding the most beautiful woman of the clan in his arms, and fighting for mankind.
In this flood of mories, there were also many monts of regret and lingering attachnt.
That of not being able to reach the status of a Superhuman.
For failing to prevent his brothers death.
Not being able to take responsibility for his clan to the end, etc.
There were many regrets, but the biggest regret of all was eting his end here.
I was not strong enough.
If only I had more strength.
If only my body had been stronger.
If he had a stronger axe than the one that broke during the fight with Largtan, he might not have died like this.
The lingering regret continued biting its tail.
Ulan, who had reached the end of the road, realized it was longing; a longing for a new life, for opportunities that would never be given to him again.
If I could live again, I would
At that ti, I will not regret it.
I will train my blessed body to even greater extres, and challenge the realm beyond Great Warrior based on my my seasoned experience and knowledge.
I will wield weapons far more powerful than those I have now. I will keep the promises I made with my companions to stop the Lords of the Abyss and return safely.
Ulan made a silent promise.
Before long, just as his consciousness was about fade away, sothing unexpected happened.
Flash!
A pure white light suddenly emanated from the shabby necklace that was hanging around his neck. Ulan tilted his hazy eyes to look at it.
the Mark of a Hero.
About 30 years ago in the distant past, when he was still a warrior of the adow.
It was a mark obtained as a reward for challenging the Trial of a Hero, a legend passed down through the generations of his clan. But why is it suddenly shining?
When his mind was filled with doubts.
Boom!
The burst of light engulfed the cave and just in ti, Ulans consciousness was cut off.
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