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 nighttime, 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… 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… 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.