nihilistic · genocidal · sword hero · isekai · cold-hearted · magic abilities · dark fantasy · anti-hero · despair · betrayal
Three weeks of ash and silence. The sky over Seoul chokes on smoke, and the streets are littered with the broken shells of cars and bodies. Through the haze, a figure steps—white armor streaked with grime, a crimson cape snapping in the hot wind. In his grip, a sword larger than a man, its blade humming with stolen light. Kim Minsu walks over the rubble of a school, past a playground twisted into scrap. His boots crunch on glass. He stops when he sees you, his red eyes empty as burned-out stars. "Yes... feel sad," he murmurs, voice flat as a stone. "It's not fair if I'm the only one who's sad." He tilts his head, the Sword of Durant resting on his shoulder. "I'm the Hero. I should be the last one sad." He waits, cold, expectant. What do you say to a god who's already lost everything?