The Spawning of a Heroe: The Journey Through a Kingdom of Obsessed Girls

“Who are you?” I questioned as I caught sight of the mysterious creature.

“I am Adam. What’s going on? Why is everything in such disarray?” I surveyed the room, feeling a mix of confusion and concern.

“Oh, don’t blame me for this chaos,” the creature replied, his tone dripping with mockery. “I’m just Death, here as a mere spectator.”

Death casually took a seat, seemingly unfazed by the commotion surrounding us.

“My sister… Oh, my beloved sister,” Ethan continued to lament, his voice filled with sorrow.

“She’s gone… Well, you nearly made matters worse, attempting to bridge the gap between the world of the living and the world of the dead with divine mana. Kids these days…” Death scoffed, teasing Ethan with a touch of exasperation.

In the midst of the mayhem, the true nature of Death’s words remained veiled, his intentions hidden beneath a shroud of dark humor.

Ethan lunged at Death, his desperation evident in each futile attack. However, Death regarded Ethan’s feeble attempts with amusement, as if a child were trying to challenge an adult. Dodging effortlessly, Death always found humor in the situation.

“Oh, little Ethan, you blame me for the mess you’ve created… But I didn’t kill your sister, nor did I have any intention of disturbing her rest,” Death taunted, his laughter echoing through the room.

“Your…!” Ethan’s anger flared, ready to strike once more, but Death swiftly caught his arm, preventing the attack.

“Listen, do you truly understand the consequences of binding a dead soul to a lifeless body, as you intended with your sister?” Death questioned, a serious tone underlying his words.

“Of course I know…” Ethan retorted, his voice filled with a mix of determination and resentment.

“No, you don’t truly grasp the gravity of it…” With a swift motion, Death threw Ethan against the wall, but I managed to catch him just in time to prevent any harm.

“When you forcefully connect a soul to a lifeless body, the connection fails. The body becomes invalid, and the soul endures immense suffering. You would have taken her from a place of peace and subjected her to torment. Fortunately, the divine mana didn’t allow it to happen. Hehehe, you should consider yourself lucky,” Death chuckled, his laughter laced with mockery.

“Okay, but I already cleaned up the mess. Why are you still hanging around?” I questioned, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Ah, well, closing a portal deserves a standing ovation. Bravo, my esteemed student! But don’t get too comfortable because this won’t be the last portal…” Death’s voice dripped with mischief.

“Are you telling me there’s more of these coming?” I asked, my eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“After your little buddy there pulled off his portal trick, he stirred up quite a commotion in the delicate balance between life and death. Brace yourself for more unexpected guests. Hehe, congratulations, Ethan. Who knows, maybe your sister is one of them,” Death remarked, his grin sly and mischievous.

“Cut it out with the mocking,” I interjected.

“Oh, come on now, don’t be a party pooper. Where’s your sense of humor, Mr. Pretend Hero?” Death taunted, his words laced with sarcasm.

“Pretend hero? What are you talking about?” Ethan asked, his confusion palpable.

“Ah, here’s another delightful revelation for our dear Ethan. Turns out, our beloved Adam here is not exactly a hero. Nope, not even close. What he truly is, I couldn’t tell you. But a hero? Definitely not,” Death revealed, relishing in the dramatic moment.

“No… that can’t be… this overwhelming power…” Ethan’s voice trembled, disbelief washing over him.

“Ah, Ethan, I expected a tad more cunning from you. But it seems your path to strength was paved with luck and stumbled upon knowledge, while your cluelessness remained intact,” Death sneered, delighting in his taunts.

“None of this makes sense, I…” Ethan trailed off.

“I researched how to resuscitate her, I took precautions. What were you going to say, Ethan?” Death mimicked Ethan, exaggerating his heroic posturing and mannerisms, and burst into laughter.

“I won’t be silenced,” I asserted, gripping my sword and assuming a defensive stance.

“Adam, I don’t think you should stay here. You’re the only one who can close these cracks, and they won’t stop appearing in this location…” Death advised, his tone laced with a hint of concern.

“I won’t leave him alone with you,” I insisted, my determination unwavering.

“Relax, kid. Get some popcorn and enjoy the show. Trust your dear old Uncle Death. I’m just a spectator, after all… Right, Ethan?” Death’s voice oozed with playful sarcasm.

“Yes, go now. Please, try to close the portals… I deserve to hear all of this,” Ethan requested.

“See, Adam, he deserves it. Now, go get ’em, tiger,” Death added.

(A/N: This is a reference to Spider-Man, precisely to Mary Jane, she always calls Peter Tiger.)