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Chapter 2 – It's Not BBQ
The so-called Hero sprinted into the human forest, panting.
He glanced around once… then grinned.
A blazing fireball swirled in his palm, and with a flick of his wrist, it shot downward—
WHOOSH!
No one was hurt. No buildings collapsed.
But the entire forest… went up in flames.
The Hero, humming happily, raised his other hand.
This time, a blizzard stormed through, dousing the flames.
…He was chosen by a god. Given divine magic.
But no one had thought to forbid him from using it like a madman.
Thus began the legend of the "Arsonist Hero."
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Flashback
Long ago, this man had been a firefighter—a hero among men, saving lives and putting out fires.
But… his guilty pleasure?
Starting them.
Abandoned houses, empty woods—five fires a week, sometimes more.
Until one day, while torching another forest, he blew up a gas tank.
He died in shame, flames and guilt consuming him.
But a god—a Reaper—found him.
"Kane Velust… I'm not done with your world yet. Let's add another troublemaker."
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Now, in this new world, the Arsonist Hero sat cross-legged, reading forbidden grimoires.
"Black hole magic?" he muttered, eyes sparkling. "If I throw this into a forest…"
WHACK!
A hand smacked the back of his head.
"You idiot!" a voice snarled.
The Hero turned to see the real protagonist—the Demon Lord.
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Yes. The Demon Lord, ruler of darkness, master of ancient magic…
And unfortunately… the only one stupid enough to ally with this human menace.
Two villains.
One alliance.
Perfect.
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