No Hero Volume 2: The Hero Grim Reaper
Original novel in Chinese by: 御 我 (Yu Wo)
Prologue — translated by dahlys
We were on the street. Although it was night time, the moon was so bright it was as if it were a giant light bulb in the sky illuminating the entire world.
I wish it were a little darker.
In the sky, the thunder of the helicopter’s propellers gradually faded away. The crowd formed circle after circle around us, but no one made a single sound. They only stared silently.
I wish it were a little noisier.
The young master stood right in front of me, wearing Dark Sun’s usual outfit. He carried the Death Scythe in his hands, whereas I was completely unarmed. My arms were spread out wide as I stood facing the young master, obstructing his path.
However, this was wrong. I could stand in front of the young master and take care of his affairs, or I could stand behind him silently and wait for his next command. What I should not do is face the young master and&h.e.l.lip; confront him.
The silver visor hid the young master’s face so I could not see how he felt about this situation at all. Regarding this, I could only smile bitterly for a moment. I could not talk because there were simply too many humans around us.
The young master did not say anything, but I knew that he was looking at me. Suddenly, however, he tilted his head slightly and looked at the person behind me instead. Through all this, he remained silent&h.e.l.lip; If only the young master could scold me out loud, that would be great.
But perhaps not as great as I am imagining.
I smiled bitterly again. Even if the young master scolded me, I still could not choose to move aside. Therefore, I might actually feel worse, although I would be hard-pressed to imagine what other situation could possibly make me any more miserable than the one I was in right now.
If I had a choice, I would definitely choose to step aside immediately. However, if I could have chosen in the first place, perhaps I would not even choose to stand here and confront the young master?
I really do not wish to stand here.
I did not have a choice. Similarly, the young master also did not have a choice, since everyone in the entire world was watching him swing his scythe.
The young master is a hero, while, right now, I am a vampire that endangers humans.