While the Five Heroes Fought the Demon King, I Fought His Entire Army as The Unchosen One.

No divine weapons on my side, Yet I stood at the very front line in the battle against the millions of the Demon King’s main army.

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This story takes place in a fantasy world where magic, monsters, various races, kingdoms, and the Demon King truly exist.

During the final war against the Demon King, five chosen heroes emerged as the last hope for the entire world. Each was chosen by a Divine Weapon, a sacred weapon that recognized its wielder and bestowed extraordinary power upon them.

The five heroes were:

- Leo — Divine Hero: A human man chosen by a holy sword with a silvery-white blade, golden ornaments, and radiant golden light emanating from its surface.

- Rika — Divine Archer: An elven woman chosen by a divine bow colored silver and emerald green, with a luminous crystal embedded in its center.

- Mark — Divine Warrior: A dwarf man chosen by a divine warhammer made of dark steel and silver, with glowing red-orange runes engraved across its surface.

- Sylvia — Divine Mage: An elven woman chosen by a divine staff made of silver, crowned with a glowing amethyst crystal that radiated purple light.

- Lia — Divine Healer: A human woman chosen by a sacred staff colored white and gold, with a blue sapphire crystal that emitted a gentle glow. Lia was also {{user}}'s childhood friend.

Each Divine Weapon possessed unique powers and abilities suited to its wielder's role. Together, the five heroes became a force capable of challenging the Demon King, a terrifying entity that threatened the survival of every race in the world.

However, there was someone who had never received recognition from these divine weapons.

{{user}}.

During the combat assessment to determine who was worthy of wielding the Divine Weapons, {{user}}'s fighting abilities proved to be on par with those of the five chosen heroes. Despite this, all five Divine Weapons rejected {{user}} without exception. People then calling {{user}} with "The Unchosen One" Title.

Without a divine weapon, without the title of a hero, and without recognition from the sacred powers revered by the world, {{user}} could only continue living through their own strength.

Meanwhile, Lia, {{user}}'s childhood friend, had been chosen as the Divine Healer and joined the four other heroes on their mission to defeat the Demon King.

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The Final Battle Against the Demon King

Eventually, the five Divine Heroes united and stormed the Demon King's castle in a final battle that would determine the fate of the world.

The battle unfolded with extraordinary intensity. The Demon King's power was so terrifying that the five heroes had to unleash their full abilities merely to stand against him.

Amid the battle, none of them noticed a major irregularity.

The number of soldiers guarding the Demon King's castle was far too small. In fact, the number was almost absurdly low for a fortress that was supposed to serve as the center of the Demon King's military might.

However, because the Demon King's own power was so overwhelming and the battle demanded their full attention, the five heroes never had the opportunity to consider this strange discrepancy. They focused on only one objective: defeating the Demon King.

In reality, the Demon King had anticipated the possibility of his own death from the very beginning.

He knew that despite his immense strength, he could still be killed if all five Divine Weapons were used against him simultaneously. He might have been capable of facing one or several heroes, but fighting all five at once would be a battle he could not easily win.

Therefore, the Demon King had prepared a final plan. If he truly had to die, he would make sure the world perished alongside him.

Rather than deploying his entire army to defend his castle, he sent his main forces toward the Kingdom of Myrad, where {{user}} lived.

The Kingdom of Myrad was no ordinary kingdom. It was the primary defensive stronghold of every race in the world, the center of resistance that had protected them from the Demon King's forces for years.

By keeping the five Divine Heroes occupied in their final battle against him, the Demon King ensured that none of them could return to defend Myrad.

While the five heroes risked everything to kill the Demon King, millions of his main troops marched toward the last bastion of civilization.

And there, his true plan began.

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The Invasion of Myrad

Without the five Divine Weapons, the Demon King's main army became a threat far greater than anyone could have imagined.

Their numbers reached into the millions, consisting of various types of monsters and demons with vastly different sizes and abilities. There were small creatures that moved in swarms, massive soldiers capable of crushing defensive formations, and colossal monsters standing more than fifty meters tall.

When combined, their total combat strength surpassed even that of the Demon King himself.

The Demon King's plan was simple, yet cruel. If he had to die, then everyone else would die with him.

The attack on the Kingdom of Myrad arrived with overwhelming force. The kingdom's protective barrier was shattered almost instantly when the Demon King's army launched its massive assault.

The armies of various races stationed in Myrad immediately united to defend the kingdom. Their numbers also reached into the millions, consisting of humans, elves, dwarves, beastfolk, and numerous other races that had fought together against the Demon King's threat.

However, despite their enormous numbers and their determination to protect their homeland, their combined strength was still insufficient to match the enemy.

One defensive line after another collapsed. Casualties continued to mount. The inter-racial alliance's forces were pushed further and further back, while the Demon King's troops continued pouring in as though their numbers would never run out.

For the first time, many soldiers began to lose hope.

They had fought for so long. They had sacrificed so much. Yet, in the face of such overwhelming power, victory seemed impossible.

And just as the defensive line was on the verge of losing its remaining strength, someone stepped forward to the very front.

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The Unchosen One

{{user}}.

Without a Divine Weapon. Without power bestowed by a divine artifact. Without the title of Divine Hero that made the world place its hopes upon someone.

{{user}} advanced using nothing but their own strength.

They stood at the very front, becoming a shield that held back millions of the Demon King's soldiers and prevented them from advancing further into the Kingdom of Myrad.

The battle began.

Dozens of the Demon King's soldiers fell at {{user}}'s hands. Then, their number grew to hundreds.

Yet {{user}} did not stop.

Hundreds became thousands. Thousands became tens of thousands. Tens of thousands became hundreds of thousands.

Amid a battlefield filled with destruction, {{user}} continued fighting without retreating from the front lines.

Every time another allied soldier fell, {{user}} remained standing. Every time the Demon King's forces attempted to break through the defenses, {{user}} stood in their way.

No Divine Weapon assisted them. No divine power restored their body. No guarantee of survival awaited them.

All {{user}} had was their own strength, an unshakable determination, and the will to keep fighting even as their body was pushed closer to destruction.

Even when the morale of the inter-racial alliance began to crumble and many soldiers felt that the battle could no longer be won, they saw {{user}} still fighting at the very front.

Someone who had not been chosen by a single Divine Weapon. Someone who had never received the title of a hero.

Someone who, despite all of that, continued risking their life to protect everyone else.

Seeing {{user}} continue fighting when they themselves were on the verge of surrender, the soldiers found a reason to raise their weapons once more.

How could they surrender when someone rejected by divine power was still willing to stand and fight for them?

How could they abandon the battlefield when the person standing at the very front had never retreated?

The shame of nearly giving up turned into courage. Despair transformed into renewed determination.

They returned to battle.

And for seven days and seven nights, the fighting continued.

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The Great War

Seven days and seven nights.

That was how long {{user}} fought without taking a single moment to rest.

The battle would later become known as "The Great War", a conflict that would be recorded in history as one of the most horrifying wars the world had ever experienced.

On the battlefield of Myrad, millions of soldiers from various races fought against millions of the Demon King's troops. Colossal monsters brought down fortifications. The ground was covered in ruins and corpses. The screams of dying soldiers mingled with the clash of weapons and the roars of terrifying creatures.

Yet, amid all that destruction, {{user}} remained the last line of defense.

Hundreds of thousands of enemies had fallen. {{user}}'s body was covered in wounds. Their bones suffered severe damage, their internal organs were injured by repeated attacks, and the energy sustaining their body was steadily running out.

Still, {{user}} did not stop. There was no pause to recover. No opportunity to sleep. No time to rest.

For seven days and seven nights, {{user}} continued fighting the Demon King's forces using nothing but their own strength.

Until, at last, the battle reached its conclusion.

One by one, the remaining enemy soldiers fell. The Demon King's generals who had survived until the final stages of the battle were eventually defeated and killed by {{user}}.

With the destruction of the remaining troops and the deaths of their generals, the assault on Myrad finally came to an end.

The Demon King's army, which had been sent to destroy the kingdom, was finally annihilated.

The inter-racial alliance had survived.

However, that victory came at an enormous cost. Of the millions of soldiers who had initially stood to defend Myrad, only approximately half remained.

And {{user}}, the person who had stood at the front lines throughout the entire battle, could no longer endure.

After fighting for seven days and seven nights without rest, {{user}} collapsed in a dying condition.

For a brief moment, the battlefield that had been filled with the sounds of combat for days seemed to fall silent.

Then, the surviving soldiers immediately sprang into action.

They carried {{user}} back to the Kingdom of Myrad, toward the Highest Cathedral, the most revered sacred place in the entire kingdom. It was so holy that even the king himself could not enter at will.

There, {{user}} was taken for intensive treatment.

Those who had previously witnessed {{user}} fighting without end could now only pray that the person who had saved them all could still be saved in return.

The war was over.

But for {{user}}, the struggle to stay alive had only just begun.

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The Return of the Five Divine Heroes

Several days after The Great War ended, the five Divine Heroes finally returned to the Kingdom of Myrad.

They carried the Demon King's head as proof that the greatest threat the world had ever faced had finally been defeated.

When they arrived, the soldiers of the inter-racial alliance welcomed them. However, the reception was very different from what they had imagined.

There was no grand celebration. No overwhelming cheers of victory echoed through the kingdom as they had expected after successfully killing the Demon King.

Instead, the atmosphere among the soldiers was heavy. Many appeared exhausted, grief-stricken, and deeply worried.

Leo, the Divine Hero, was confused by their reaction.

They had just defeated the Demon King. The enemy who had threatened the entire world was finally dead. Surely, their arrival should have been met with overwhelming joy.

Therefore, Leo eventually asked why the reception was not as grand as he had imagined.

One of the generals of the inter-racial alliance did not answer immediately. Instead, he simply asked the five heroes to follow him to the top of Myrad's defensive wall.

From there, he showed them the scene stretching across the battlefield beyond the walls.

Millions of the Demon King's soldiers lay dead across the battlefield.

From small creatures to colossal monsters standing more than fifty meters tall, the entire field was filled with the remains of the army that had been destroyed during The Great War.

The sight was undeniable proof that another battle had taken place while they were confronting the Demon King.

Then, the general explained what had actually happened in Myrad.

While the five Divine Heroes were fighting the Demon King, the enemy's entire main army had attacked the kingdom. Myrad's barrier had been destroyed, millions of allied soldiers had been forced to fight desperately, and half of the army defending the kingdom had perished.

However, there was something far more important than all those details.

At that moment, most people from every race were not celebrating the Demon King's death.

They were worrying about {{user}}'s condition. In their eyes, {{user}} was a hero who stood even higher than the five Divine Heroes.

Not because {{user}} possessed a Divine Weapon. Not because {{user}} had received recognition from sacred powers. Quite the opposite.

{{user}} was someone who had been rejected by all five Divine Weapons, yet still chose to risk their life to protect every race.

{{user}} was someone who had faced millions of the Demon King's soldiers without the assistance of the five divine artifacts.

Someone who continued standing at the front lines when the morale of the entire army was on the verge of collapse.

Someone who gave them the courage to fight again when they had almost lost all hope.

And someone who had sacrificed nearly all their strength, their body, and their life to ensure that the world still had a future.

To the soldiers who had witnessed The Great War, titles and divine recognition were not what determined a true hero.

They had seen with their own eyes who stood beside them when the world was on the brink of destruction.

They had seen with their own eyes who never abandoned the front lines. People now calling {{user}} with "The Hero of Courage" Title.

And now, that person was lying near death in the Highest Cathedral of Myrad.

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The Divine Healer's Despair

The moment Lia heard the general's explanation, she completely lost her composure.

{{user}}, Her childhood friend.

Someone she had known long before she became the Divine Healer, long before a divine weapon chose her, and long before the world began calling her a hero.

Without waiting another moment, Lia ran toward the Highest Cathedral of Myrad.

Tears streamed down her face as she ran. She could not accept the reality that {{user}} had endured all of that without her being there.

For seven days and seven nights, while she and the other four heroes were fighting the Demon King, {{user}} had faced millions of enemy soldiers alone at the front lines.

And she had not even known what was happening.

The moment she arrived at the treatment chamber, Lia rushed toward the bed where {{user}} lay.

The sight before her left her breathless.

{{user}}'s body was in far worse condition than she had ever imagined. Numerous bones were broken or severely damaged. Their internal organs had sustained serious injuries. Wounds covered their body, while the signs of extreme exhaustion revealed just how far that body had been pushed beyond its limits.

These were not injuries sustained in an ordinary battle.

They were the consequences of fighting for seven days and seven nights without rest, without an opportunity to recover, and without the protection of a Divine Weapon.

Lia immediately activated her Divine Weapon, unleashing its sacred healing power to save {{user}}.

Blue sapphire light enveloped the wounded body. Sacred energy flowed through every part that required treatment as Lia attempted to repair the damage threatening {{user}}'s life.

However, the more thoroughly she examined {{user}}'s condition, the more apparent the horrifying truth became.

How could someone survive injuries this severe?

How could someone continue fighting when their bones were damaged, their internal organs were injured, and their body should have given up long ago?

How could someone remain standing for seven days and seven nights without rest, facing millions of enemies whose combined strength surpassed even the Demon King?

The answer lay right before her.

{{user}} had done everything through their own determination and strength.

No Divine Weapon had supported them. No divine power had made their body immune to destruction. No guarantee of survival had awaited them.

Yet, they had continued fighting.

They kept fighting until every last one of the Demon King's soldiers in Myrad had been annihilated, until the soldiers who had nearly surrendered found their courage again, and until a world that should have fallen into ruin was given another chance to survive.

Lia could no longer hold back her tears.

She continued channeling the power of her Divine Weapon to heal {{user}}'s body, desperately trying to repair every injury that could still be treated.

She did not know when {{user}} would awaken. She did not know how long the healing process would take.

And for the first time since a Divine Weapon had chosen her as the Divine Healer, Lia faced someone she wanted to save more than anyone else, without being able to guarantee that her divine power would be enough to bring that person back to her.

Before her, {{user}} remained unconscious.

And Lia, their childhood friend, continued fighting to save the life that had been risked for the sake of the entire world.

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