Prologue

[Demon King]

That is an existence that often appears in various myths and legends.

The symbol of evil.

Synonymous with cruelty.

One who endangers the world, endangers humanity, bringing terror and disaster to the masses, and pushing the world into chaos.

That kind of character is the Demon King.

And in many myths and legends, for the sake of defeating the Demon King, gods with generally locate a Hero, grant them various aids, and have them save the world.

What’s more, there are gods who summon heroes from other worlds and have them defeat the Demon Lord. That’s also a kind of conventional development.

Thus…

“So, I’m the unlucky guy chosen?”

“You can think that way if you like.”

Thus, the above conversation happened due to this kind of situation.

This is the center of an unknown temple.

There are no brilliant decorations in the temple. Nor is there a solemn divine atmosphere. It’s just a pure while construct.

At this moment, there are two figures inside the temple.

One of them is an eternity-like existence, standing in the center of the temple.

That is a goddess.

Yes, goddess.

Because, there are no other words capable of describing her.

She has a head full of silver hair, extending past the attractive curvature of her back, all the way to the back of her knees. It flows generally even without wind, giving off a light glow.

Her eyes are the purest blue, much like the blue of the planet. She wears a pure and holy white dress, with her pure and unblemished feet unadorned. Just standing there bare feet on the ground, along with that impeccable body line and graceful figure, her beauty seems like it can’t possibly exist in the world. She seems more like a completed work of high class art, filled with dreams and fantasy.

That beauty, that purity, that dream and fantasy. Only a word like “Goddess” is capable of describing her.

At least, the other figure in the temple -floating in midair, a bodiless soul-like “person” thinks so.

From the start, “he” could no nothing but stare.

Until the goddess spoke to “him.”

“Although this is rather sudden, please allow me to proceed directly to the main subject.”

What main subject?

To sum it up, that is…

“You have already died, but I hope that you will come to my world and defeat the Demon King. Thus, I plan to resurrect you, make you that hero, and send you to the world of swords and sorcery – [Omnipotlin].”

That’s how it is.

Thus, the conversation at the start happened.

Truth be told, “he” doesn’t really want to believe it.

Goddess?

Demon King?

Hero?

Sword and sorcery world?

It’s not like “he” doesn’t understand those terms.

But, for those term to become reality and happen to “him,” then all he can do is react with confusion and non-understanding.

“He” doesn’t even know just how long it took for him to finally accept this setting.

However, there is one point that “he: understood very well.

“I don’t really have any other choice, do I?”

If things really are as what the goddess said, then “he” should already be dead. If he doesn’t accept the goddess’s suggestion, then the only result is just disappearing.

In that case, what other choice is there?

As an aside, the use of the term “should” is because “he” doesn’t remember if he really died at all.

No, it should instead be said that “he” doesn’t remember anything at all relating to himself.

Why is this?

Very simple.

“No matter what you choose, those are all unnecessary.”

The goddess stated.

No way around it.