The main character, Davoz Szlekon, screamed at the top of his voice.
"I will not fall to you dark lord, for the glory of humanity I will slay thee."
He clung tight to the hilt of his blade as he swung at the dark lord, a massive titan of a man hidden behind dark armour and a flowing black cape.
The dark lord wielded double blades in his hands, he blocked the blade of Davoz with one and struck with the other.
Davoz was a second too late to react. The Dark Lord's blade screeched against the steel of his armour, then bit through Davoz's vambrace— his hand spun away into the shadows before he even felt the pain.
Davoz screamed at the top of his voice as he backed into the wall of the cave, blood spilled out of his wound like a waterfall.
"You can't kill me dark lord." Davoz screamed as the arm that had been cut out a second ago started to grow back at an alarming rate.
The dark lord's crimson eyes blades through his helmet, he moved with inhumane speed. Davoz barely had time to blink before he felt the long cold metal of the blade running through his heart and impaling him to the wall.
"Yes chosen one, I know of your ability to recover from any wound." The dark lord spoke in a low voice that was barely a whisper. "As long as your heart is intact."
Davoz's eyes widened, his mind struggled to catch up to his situation. He opened his mouth to speak but only a loud moan came out.
The dark lord tightened his grip on the blade and turned it sideways as if fastening a key into a lock. This caused Davoz to cry out in pain.
"When I heard the stories of a hero chosen by the gods to overthrow me I was a bit curious, I let you have your fun for a long time."
The dark lord took a step back to admire the work he had done.
"But then maybe you might have been a worthy opponent, but I was wrong. The stories of a chosen one, what a joke."
Davoz moaned weakly. "Ill kill you, it is written in my destiny."
The dark lord laughed, his voice echoed as a cacophony of different sounds in the cave. "Destiny? What a joke. If you were really chosen by the gods, where are they now?"
Davoz was left speechless, his spirit on the verge of breaking.
The dark lord's tone changed, it sounded almost sympathetic but he could tell he was mocking him.
"Wake up to reality, the only thing meaningful about your existence was how you died. By my hands." The dark lord turned and started to walk away, leaving the broken hero impaled to the wall.
Davoz prayed to the gods for a last ounce of strength, as much as he walked inside there was no call from the gods. No divine intervention. Just pitch black. Till the end he had faith and held his head high till he drew his last breath.
READER, YOU HAVE REACHED THE FINAL CHAPTER.:
"What the hell was this bullshit ending?" The young man groaned in the as he lay there on the bed staring at his phone. "Five years I've been following this damn book just to reach this kind of ending. 'For the glory of humanity I will slay thee!'—ugh, cringe."
The young man was an office worker who had first come into contact with the book, "THE LEGEND OF THE CHOSEN HERO", Back in college. The title itself was a turn off.
Many early readers dropped the webnovel saying that the chosen one trope was a cringe one and lackluster at best. But some stayed, intrigued by the slightly complex terms in the book's world. But in the end a lot of the readers left, many good characters were killed off leaving behind the MC who was by far the cringiest character in the story.
But he stayed till the end just to see the end, too his surprise the ending was quiet a huge letdown to him. The dark lord who had no build-up despite being the main villain, in one chapter instantly became one of the best written characters.
The young man had abandoned the novel many times out of frustration but always found himself reading it on his way back from work.
He stared at the author profile named, "THE DISFIGURED ONE".
"What an ass author. The story was mediocre, you killed off every good character, the main characters motivations were just average. This is the last time I ever read a chosen one shit ever again." As he ranted her typed his review to the author, after that he was done with books for a long time.
He was surprised to get a reply almost immediately.
"Do you think you could lead a better story?"- THE DISFIGURED ONE.
"What's this?" The young man said in a bare whisper.
Not once in five years had the author ever replied to anyone's message until then. But this made him even more annoyed.
"If you had listened to the readers from start this would have been a much better story, at least decent. So of course I would be a better MC." He typed back and waited.
Seconds slowly turned into minutes, he kept staring at the screen. Perhaps out of interest or expecting something from the author.
The second the message rolled in, his heat jumped out of him.
"Then you can pick up where he left off, FALLEN ONE."- THE DISFIGURED ONE.
The young man's body froze, he stared at the screen unable to say anything. He was so frightened that he could not breath.
"Did he just threaten me?" He wanted to say but he was out of breath.
He tried to breath but, couldn't.
His body went into panic, his chest locked. His lungs cried for air and his fingers clawed at his throat. But there was no air, no sound. Only the darkness slipping in, with the dizziness as his chest pounded.
He slowly slipped into his own death.