Novel & Cerita The Former Hero Wants To Live Peacefully

He whispered as he brought me against his chest. He wasn't lying which had me stiffening. "Relax. I can replace them all. They wanted to start a war anyways. I know you want peace so we can bring peace to all universes now." He whispered Everything he was saying was what I always dreamed of. "What about." I paused as I looked around at all the blood.

He never found his silver rose. But, seven years ago, meeting that blind hostage negotiator had sparked something in him that had died years ago. And now, looking at this nameless kid stuffing his face with food, he couldn't help but miss that one flower that would fill the giant hole in his chest. As Kanzel watched the kid eat, one of his men walked in and delivered him a good news. "Sir, Carella Jones just started distributing again..." A twisted smile stretched against his lips before he nodded his head.

But because of this, he gets more exhausted faster. Moments later, Demon Lord Von gains the upper hand as the hero slows and gets tired each strike. He grips the hero's neck and lifts him. The hero dropped his sword. He still was able to say, "you will not escape away from me… Devastating Light Punishment!" The hero turned into a white glowy explosion. "Die!" The Hero's final words. ================================ On the other side of the world, a guy who's a son of a rich person is living normally. as a spoiled kid.

“Good,” “We all should build a future with no more blood. I want my people in the shadow of peace and I don’t want the revenge to follow them after me. My children shouldn’t experience anything that I experienced in my life. I guess you all want that too,” Hector asked them. His words moved them emotionally. “Yes,” they said and some nodded.

"Keep telling yourself that. But deep down, you know the truth. You're not fighting for justice. You're fighting for vengeance. For control. For the power to hurt the people who hurt you. That's human. That's real. But it's not heroic." "Believe whatever helps you sleep at night. The women. You said you'd release them." "I did release them. Bombs are deactivated. They're free. I keep my promises." Relief flooded through me. "Then I've done what I came for. They're safe." "They are. But you're not." My stomach dropped. "What?" "You came here. Alone. Traded yourself for them. Noble. Heroic. Exactly what I expected. But Aria, what did you think would happen next? That I'd let you walk away? Tha

Chapter 157 Lior replied with serenity. "He is well. He lives in peace with the wolves and the sorcerers. On the other side, there is no more war. Everyone grew tired of fighting and decided to live together. He was surprised by the fissure and recognized us, but what is on that side cannot pass to this side. We don't yet have the capacity to make both sides function, so when we pass, this world will just be a legend until we fully master this power. But he himself said they are living well and were relieved to stop the wars, especially now that they saw what really happened, see? They discovered they could live in peace."

(Davien's POV) She leaned into my touch, her eyes searching mine. "But I don't wish to be defined by violence. I desire to find a path where our worlds can coexist in peace." I nodded, understanding her concerns. "I believe that is possible, but at times, we must defend what we hold dear. We will strive for peace, but we will also be prepared to safeguard it if needed." Hera sighed, her shoulders relaxing. "You're right, Davien. It's a delicate balance we must strike."

They lose, their coming generations for their failure. But today, everything was totally different. Today everything was safe, easy, and perfect. No more chaos, war. Things are just running smoothly. You can't know who is the true hero. Who is really ready to place his life on the frontline to protect his or her nation? No more war to show that. Life is safe, easy, and perfect. But it is boring.

Reed knew that was the right thing to do, but he refused to acknowledge that. Yes, it’s heroic to fight for peace. But living in their camp for years had proved to him that they could live in peace as long as they were out of sight of the prying eyes of other packs. They had been living like this for years, and they were content. How can he disturbed their peace? No, he can never do that to his tribe. They followed him in the search for a peaceful life. “I know that, but I can’t, Luna.” He slowly shook his head. “We already have our peace here, we don’t want to get involved in this war that you were talking about. I can’t rik the life of my tribe.”

"They haven't dared to send a messenger past the Gray Peaks in five years. They know the Bridge isn't just a legend anymore. He's a living wall." I turned in his arms, looking up at the man who had died and come back for me. The scars on his face had faded into thin, silver lines, but his gold eyes were as bright and fierce as the day we met. He looked happy. Truly happy. The jagged edge of the war had been smoothed over by years of peace, though he still carried his blade everywhere he went. "We did it," I said, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw. "We actually gave them a world where they don't have to hide."