4 The Summoning (1/2)

”Welcome, Oh summoned hero! Welcome to our world! I, King Grathazor of Humaria have summoned thee here, to request thy help to save my nation from great peril!”

Martin found himself in the middle of what seemed to be a royal receiving room. It was huge with marble pillars, and seemed to be illuminated with-hmm magic crystals? Is that a thing here?

There were 20-some soldiers surrounding him, there was the king and someone in long robes who seemed to be their high priest.

No matter which world you go to religion never changes, huh! The anarchists were of course all atheists. They always loved things that started with the letter 'A' except perhaps the hero named Adam or apocalypses. No Vincent would love apocalypses.

”We apologize for the discourtesy but desperate circumstances call for desperate measures”

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Who knew that better than Martin himself. Judging from the tired face of the king he didn't seem to be lying. His prejudice against monarchy and the tell-tale presence of supernatural powers aside, the most pressing problem was that

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He seemed to have been summoned to another world.

It's not that Martin was slow on the uptake, mind you he had one of the best observational skills in the world.

Moreover after interacting with the Prince of shadows who ate deception for breakfast for so long, he had grown quite immune to it.

So he knew, better than anyone else in his situation could ever have, that what he was experiencing was 100% real.

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It was just that he couldn't help but find his situation -

ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS

Just a few moments ago he seemed to be lamenting about how the world had rejected him, and now he found himself in ANOTHER F*CKING WORLD. He bloody got kicked out of the damned world, no joke.

That aside what did the king just call him in terribly outdated English.

A Hero.

Yes, Martin knew that compared to the rest of the anarchists he did follow a code of only killing those he deemed worthy of eating his bullet.

But, under no circumstances, was he delusional enough to think of himself as a hero.

Martin often liked to identify himself with idea of vengeance. Yes, justice and vengeance are often two sides of the same coin. Martin had leaned towards the latter for the most of his life. Heroes who liked to insert their meddlesome sense of justice up people's asses were some of the people that disgusted him the most.

And to be actually called a hero

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