First, it was just like the other battles that the U.L.S suggested, the system holders resting in pubs after a long hunt, the kids who had just arrived from school and were exploring the U.L.S network to see cool fights, the households Intelligence Service that were in charge of studying all the battles the U.L.S offered, the shopkeepers who randomly played the U.L.S videos to promote the projector stones they sole, that Sometimes attracted passers-by, Weak and broken people sitting on a street corner with bony bodies,huckster kids who were selling stuff in the streets, LEVEL zeros who had accepted their destiny, and were resting in the mines where they worked, all of them watched the battle that the U.L.S had recommended. At the beginning of the battle, the reporter spoke of the plight of their planet and the fact that all the households had left. U.L.S didn't suggest this kind of fight, which showed the bad side of the households, but they thought to themselves that th

(( ((The world is like a ship, if someone wants to pierce the place where he or she is sitting, you can not say that it is in his or her place and you have no right to interfere, because as soon as he or she pierces the ship, the ship will sink and all the passengers would die. )) That sentence was engraved in history to be the beacon of the heroes after him. But as I said, after that, everything started to fall apart. Hero after hero was killed by the anti-hero. First, they were killed by cunning and tricks, but after that,gradually, the anti-hero became stronger and stronger that it reach a point which with only the appearance of a hero, anti-hero would teleport to where the hero was and would kill him. it didn't matter who or where the hero was, the hero would get perish. Heroes died and the universe became heroless. it reached a point where no one dared to become a hero anymore because the distance between their death and life was only one second.

((I have nothing to ask, do you want to ask something?)) Arash said. Nolan and Rashon looked at him in surprise. ((Do you really don't have a problem? Artina does not allow us to use several important things.)) Nolan asked. ((As we all know, we are not limited by the world in any way. It is true that the restrictions were made to not let someone become too strong that would destroy the balance of the world but some of them were in our favor and could help us. now that we are out of the restrictions, we need someone to stop us if we got something that is not good for us and guide us if we have gone in the wrong direction, and who is better than Artina? someone I trust with my life. Artina even opposed the universal core to try to save our lives, so there is no doubt that she is on our side...Artina, is it okey if I use (she/her) when I'm talking about you?)) Arash asked. * hehe....yes, I'm okey with it. * ((so, SHE is our

((Arash .... Arash .... wake up ..)) Nolan's voice reached his ears as he shook his body.When he opened his eyes, he came across Nolan, who was wearing a white shirt and seemed to be getting ready for something. ((Ha?... What?...)) Arash asked Nolan as he rubbed his eyes. ((It is 3 p.m, Rashun suggested that now that today is our last day is in this city and planet, we should go out for lunch and in the evening, participate in the festival they have organized for saving their planet. Now Rashun and Zalia are getting ready. you should get up and get ready)) ((....Okay, you're right. It's better to celebrate our last day on this planet .... I'm going to wash my face and then I'll get ready.)) Ten minutes later, Arsh wore the clothes that Artina had chosen for him and was standing by the entrance waiting for the others. First Nolan came, with well-organized hair and wearing cotton and gray trousers, a white shirt, and a four-button gray Coat

((bye bye, my hero)) His gaze was tied to the smiling bunny. only His eyes were only on the rabbit because his mind was broken into thousands of pieces. The turmoil had taken Arash's brain into its own. fear, dread, doubt, pressure, responsibility, sadness, pain, and feeling small, had overwhelmed Arash's world. That painting showed him the truth, the truth that he had ignorantly ignored or despised. A great truth full of responsibility. The truth made every single cell of Arash to shake. Arash could not do it, that truth was much much much bigger than his capacity. So he surrendered. (I am very weak, yeah, yeah, .... I resign from it now and maybe in the future ..... No, I am just resigning from it.) ((Are you my hero?)) The little girl's conversation started playing in his ears for the second time. (No, I'm not anyone's hero, I just cleaned the mess I made .... I'm not your hero but....fine... yeah, a