I have a hero simulator

"What is it?"

Roswaal's forehead broke out in sweat, and he couldn't help but ask.

"I think you know it very well."

"Ahaha... Well, it's getting late. Lord Kayn should stay here today. Ramrem, go clean up the room and let him live next door to you!"

Roswaal interrupted hastily, secretly cursing the Hunter for his lack of professional ethics.

But in fact, the Hunter of Intestines didn't say anything, it was just Shen Yuan trying to trick him.

"Yes, Lord Roswaal."

At this time, everyone noticed that something was wrong with Roswaal, but no one dared to ask.

They were more curious about how much magical power this guest named "Kayn" had, as he could suppress Roswaal with just a few words.

"Lady Emilia, please take the guests for a walk while Rem and I clean up the room."

Ram bowed, then disappeared with Rem in tow.

......

Time passes quickly.

While Felt, Subaru Natsuki, and Rom were still anxiously waiting for news, Shen Yuan had already returned from a walk in the courtyard with Emilia.

They talked a lot about the world situation.

The pain that Satella brought to the world and the Witch Cult's Gospel Book were discussed.

According to legend, whenever the Witch Cult decides to accept a new member, they will send someone to deliver the Book of the Gospel to that person, and then that person will become a member of the Witch Cult.

Emilia had no idea how the cult was selected, but she knew that over the years, more and more people had joined the Witch Cult, and there was no way to stop them.

After obtaining information, he checked into the Roswaal mansion.

Finally, I unlocked the second [Save Point].

At this point, if this were the plot of the game, the first chapter would probably end and the second chapter would begin.

The time has come at night.

Under the moonlight.

Shen Yuan was lying in the bedroom that had been tidied up by the twin ghost sisters. He closed his eyes slightly but did not fall asleep.

God does not need sleep, and sleep is just meditation.

I don't know how long it was, the window was suddenly opened, and a gust of cold wind blew. In the moonlight, a petite figure stood against the light, holding a sharp weapon in her hand. At first glance, I thought it was haunted.

"You didn't enter the door, but jumped out the window? You..."

Shen Yuan opened his eyes, and what he saw was Ram's condescending gaze, which seemed cold, ruthless and full of hostility.

"who are you?"

Ram demanded, looking as if he was about to strike. "You can't be Kayn. He died a long time ago. He can't be alive!"

"Who told you that? Roswaal?"

Shen Yuan sat up and looked at Ram's actions, he was silent.

"If you are really him, then prove it... Prove that Roswaal's Book of Prescience is wrong!"

Chapter 238: Living Scythe! The Darkin's identity is revealed!

"You can't be him!"

Looking at the extremely familiar face in front of him, Ram struggled and fell into memories.

——Red, red, I still remember that everything was shrouded in burning flames.

That night.

Ram focused his consciousness on his forehead, absorbing the blazing magic power into his entire body through his white horns.

Her small body was wrapped in the wind, and she flew through the village on the wind.

Then she saw it.

They invaded the village and massacred all the villagers.

They were dark shadow enemies covered from head to toe in robes.

Then, Ram mercilessly unleashed wind blades at the Sin Priest who was wielding the Sword of the Cross.

Perhaps it was belittling the opponent as a child, or simply mocking the enemy's lack of strength.

The black shadows were chopped down one after another by Ram's wind blade without any resistance, and a large number of horrific corpses piled up on the ground.

Ram continued to carry the wind and dance a killing dance in the flames.

Members of the Witch Cult died tragically one after another at Ram's hands. Every time he killed an enemy, the dark voice of the devil bewitched Ram's young mind, making him feel extremely excited.

Kill a few more, the demons are roaring.

There was a voice in his mind urging Ram to plunder all the blood, flesh, bones, soul and life.

?This wasn’t the first time she had heard such incitement.

As if something was about to awaken, the voice kept inciting Ram to kill more and destroy more.

It was as if he was being controlled by the "horn".

Without a firm self, the young personality will be easily swallowed up and destroyed. Isn't this exactly the return of ghosts and gods that people around them are hoping for?

“Ram—!”

Hearing someone shouting loudly, Ram turned around and saw "Rem" illuminated by the fire.

Suddenly, a howling storm blew away the dark shadows surrounding him, and Ram knocked away the members of the Witch Cult in one breath.

Then, he quickly walked towards "Rem".

"Rem!"

He walked towards the girl who had a timid look in her eyes and seemed to have lost the strength in her legs.

I reached out my hand to my lovely sister and helped her stand up.

But as the elders said, Ram must survive.

But not only Ram, Rem also wants to come!

However, Ram found himself surrounded and trapped in a difficult situation.

If it was just her, it wouldn't be impossible for her to escape.

However, to rescue one person at the same time would be simply courting death.

We must find a way to break the status quo.

?To this end, Ram unleashed all the shackles that sealed his power, transformed into a violent gale and struck directly at the enemy!

But the tragedy still happened.

There was a particularly powerful enemy in the shadows, and the violent flash it released hit Ram's forehead, instantly scattering his vision.

In the crimson night sky lit by the flames that had consumed the village, Ram saw a white, broken horn spinning out.

It was his own horn, and his slender throat wailed in pain and loss of strength.

She noticed while wailing.

The voice that had been eroding his consciousness since birth disappeared.

Ah, I see—

Looking at the parabolic angle in the crimson night, Ram sighed in despair.

"Rem..."

The words that came out of those thin lips, the things that filled his mind, were all just about the person he loved deeply, Rem.

It's not that Ram is heartless, she just changed her mind.

Because Ram's parents had died the moment the enemy invaded.

But just when Ram, with her horn broken off, thought she was dead, the familiar figure that had been following her in the village appeared.

"Kayn?"

Looking at the thin boy standing in front of him, he, as a ghost, actually burst out with unimaginable power.

"Ram, you must leave here. You are the hope of the whole village, and this is the last thing I can do!"

After shouting this, the thin young man seemed to have used some secret technique of the ghost clan, and his whole body was burning with red flames, as dazzling as blood.

A demonic power surged from within him.

The sickle-like weapon seemed to come alive, making a heartbeat sound. Although it was very weak, it was indeed devouring the enemy's blood, bones, flesh and life.

Ram watched all this with great sorrow.

She cried and begged him not to do this, at least let her stay to fight the enemy and let him escape with his sister.

But she was rejected.

For unknown reasons, the young man who had awakened the power of ghosts and gods had his life on fire, and even if he escaped, he would not survive for long.

If Ram's horn had not been broken off, he would have ended up in this horrible form.

But Ram can survive, but he can't.

that's it.

Ram took Rem out of the village, and looking at the blazing fire, she was desperate.

It was at that time that she met a man with strange behavior but unique appearance - Roswaal.

...

"So, you think I'm dead?"

After listening to Ram's memories, Shen Yuan shrugged and sighed.

He was surprised that he resonated with the Darkin Scythe in the background story.

However, the deification of the ghost tribe is quite consistent with the image of the darkin.

Ram is the same as himself.

"Come sit down and listen to my version of the story."

Seeing Ram's expression, Shen Yuan began to explain.

"It was a massacre that was horrible to witness. Parents, relatives, and even everyone in the village were all swiftly and decisively slaughtered. Facing invaders who symbolized death and despair, the young man showed no fear. He dropped his greatsword, picked up a sickle, and faced the shocked witch cultists head-on."

"A boy, barely a teenager, raised a broken sickle at the witch cultists. His bloodstained knuckles were white from the exertion, but his eyes held a pain belying his age, yet burned with the rage of a sturdy warrior."

"But he didn't know that the weapon in his hand was a living scythe called [Rhaast], sealed within it was the demon called Rhaast. As soon as the boy's fingers touched the scythe, corruption began to bind the two together, destined for a fateful battle."

"To many, immortality is unbelievable; even witches can't achieve it. But for the young man who merged with the devil, it was commonplace. A mere fatal injury was nothing to worry about. After killing the last pursuing enemy, he returned to the village. Seeing the deserted, utterly dead village, he was filled with sorrow and silently buried everyone."

"Later, the young man set out on his journey. Granted demonic strength and immortality, he met a master swordsman and became his disciple. Eventually, he mastered every weapon with proficiency—to him, they were merely tools; he himself was the weapon. Armor seemed a cumbersome burden, so he enveloped himself in shadow, striking his enemies with swift, unexpected strikes. Those who managed to escape spread rumors of their unpredictable assassinations, and fear spread."

"Finally, the boy grew up. He became a killer feared by the Witch Cult and was called the God of Death, Kayn!"

Having said that, Shen Yuan lifted the hood of his black robe.

On his face, the ghost's blue eyes and the devil's red eyes faced each other, and an evil and cold aura lingered around him. Feeling that familiar ghostly power, Ram was shocked.

"Is it really you, Kayn?"

Ram's eyes dimmed, and he bit his pink lips in self-blame: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you!"

"Don't you doubt the truth in my story?"

"No. I knew it the moment Roswaal got involved with you. Besides, it doesn't matter even if you were lying to me, because without you, Rem and I can't survive."

Having said that, Ram restrained her aura, then she smiled bitterly and said, "I never thought you'd become so powerful now. But you must be in a lot of pain! I can understand that kind of power. You must be suffering every day!"

"Ah...yes!"

In fact, there is no pain. Shen Yuan is Kayn and Rhaast, the two just have different forms.