Chapter 1

Episode 1

A Complainer.

A great hero, or an unbeatable person. There was a time when strong people dominated an era only through their presence and their names. There was an emperor who established his empire and the leaders of many men. There were medical clinics that saved countless patients, there were strong people who didn’t seem like they belonged anywhere, and there were people who were praised by many others.

There were warriors who defeated the devil, and there was a man named ‘Cheonma’ who unified the continent with his power, increasing the noble’s influence. However, when Davey heard about them, he spoke both confidently and firmly.

“Heroes? Ah, they take ten-year-old kids and push them around as far as they can, and if they don’t like it, they’ll start beating them like a dog.”

“When they’re forced to become stronger and reach a certain ground, they’ll hand out another task and start pushing them again.”

“They’ll throw humans into lava, hang them off a cliff, and right into a fire pit. And they’ll tell you, “It’s for your own good!” You’re talking about those nobles, right?”

Whether they were a hero or an outstanding human being, most of them certainly had some screws missing!

It felt like a thousand years to the soul! It was already six years later when the powerless chamber prince, Davey, returned to his original body.

The frigging Corridor.

[Half a day after arriving at the Hall of Heroes.] T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

The Corridor of Heroes, or Hall of Heroes. It looked like a place where the souls of legendary heroes and great men who remained in legends and myth lingered. Apparently, it was an underworld space designed to elevate the pride of those who accomplished great achievements. Nobody knew who had built this place. Everyone seemed to have curious expectations for me, but the truth was, there were no outstanding factors that made me a hero.

[Third day after arriving at the Hall of Heroes]

Even the heroes who had been sleeping woke up after hearing that a new kid had arrived. Apparently, there weren’t a lot of new recruits because there weren’t many qualified people. Of course, they must’ve had thought I had some sort of great achievement to end up here. A child who was only about ten years old was amazed and danced excitedly around.

I felt guilty because I didn’t have much of anything, but I might get fired back if I told them, so I instinctively shut my mouth.

[A week after arriving at the Hall of Heroes]

He patted me on the back and gave cringy compliments every time we met. Ignorant man. He was so strong that it honestly felt like he was trying to break my shoulders. Sometimes I saw them doing some play fighting, but they were playing on a continental scale...

I was getting even more scared. If they find out that I’m an ordinary person that has nothing...

[Two weeks after arriving at the Hall of Heroes]

I got caught...

[A month after arriving at the Hall of Heroes]

It was cold. A dagger then flew out and pierced my heart. But no worries...no, not this. I was an ordinary human being that had nothing, so I shouldn’t get a ticket to a place like this. I seemed to have scratched their pride.

[A month and fifteen days after arriving at the Hall of Heroes]

They were noblemen in their own way, and they didn’t bother me anymore, but I still didn’t feel comfortable with their stares. I couldn’t even swallow my food anymore because they treated me like a useless person. Those who are already dead and left with only their souls and heroes who once enjoyed their era. Why were they so cheap with their food?

Haris, I was sure I had heard the name before.

He was a great man who had some considerable achievements, so I had some fantasies, but it took less than a day for them to break down. Perhaps he wasn’t the sword god, but the god of laziness instead.

[Fifteen years after causing trouble at the Hall of Heroes.]

A near-disaster talent. That was what Hercules had said, so I guess I had some pretty good talent. What he offered to teach me were his now forgotten sword skills. Thanks to Hercules, it wouldn’t be as hard as the first time, but...in a different sense, it fit well with the expression “hell.”

I shouldn’t have caught the wooden sword and metal bag he threw me...

[Twenty-five years after causing trouble at the Hall of Heroes.]

That damn sword! The sword alone made me want to vomit! I never wanted to hear the sound of a sword swing again!

[Forty years after causing trouble at the Hall of Heroes.]

Sure, I had my own talent, but it still took some time to surprise him. He seemed to be appalled, but I’d still have to invest decades of training to beat him at this rate.

[Sixty years after causing trouble at the Hall of Heroes.]

I met a man who called himself the spirit of archery. He had a cheesy face and voice. Even his personality was the same. He kept calling out to a woman named Daphne, a saint whom he loved. I think I got a hard one in store this time.

Why wasn’t I running away? If dozens of people came looking for me with their eyes lit up, I would just be a flea in a bottle.

[Eighty years after causing trouble at the Hall of Heroes.]

P...Please! Sa-save me...

[One-hundred-and-twenty years since I fell into this shit.]

My dream came true. Yeah, I survived for a long time, but I didn’t feel alive here.

[One-hundred-and-seventy years since I fell into this shit.]

Except for the heroes who had lost interest and fell asleep again, most of them were committed to training, which was actually just torture in disguise. Magic, spears, swordplay, chains. Fighting...work! Among them, there was an absolute psycho called the revolutionary wizard, a woman named Odin. It was a place where only the exceptionally crazy gathered...

[Two-hundred years since I fell into this shit.]

I met Hercules during my training. I tried to pierce a hole in his stomach with a bamboo spear, but when I finally came to my senses, I was already in a deserted field. Apparently, his powers as a survival expert were the highest among the heroes in this place.

[Three-hundred years since I fell into this shit.]

I was getting tired of trying to master martial arts with my ignorant head. That must’ve been why I got a psychosomatic disease. One of the heroes who was observing my condition had said there might be a solution and brought someone who was asleep. She was called the god of medicine.

Her name was Hippocrates... which also seemed to be a strangely familiar. However, it did sound like it had been changed. What conversation did she have with Hercules? She said it’s time for my medicine. While undergoing her new acupuncture treatment, she asked if I was interested in learning medicine.

[Three-hundred-and-fifty years.]

Acupuncture, surgical medicine, blood vessels. Completely curing different symptoms of diseases. I was learning whatever she threw at me. She told me this time that there would be some scary training.

My talent was shining through! Ohhhhhhh!