The train shuddered between his muddy boats as it groaned out the station.
Reverend Valt had a very long day,as he sat next to the window the hard yellow hat on his lap with the safety vest still streaked off with dust.
He haven't had the energy to take it off.
The glass reflected him, his hollow eyes that looks like tea bags under his eyes,His sharp jaw slack a smear of gray dust across his cheek that might as well been Ash. A couple nearby with judgmental expressions shifted slightly there parcel away from him.
Reverend noticed them but didn't say anything.
His body arched on the hard dry concrete slow and irreversible.
Across the aisle there stood two office workers arguing over a lottery ticket and next to them a lady with a hospital mask holding a baby crying thin and reedy.
Every sound seemed to vibrated inside his skull.
Valt leaned his forehead to the cold window as he let the city smear past a blur of red Taillights and wet asphalt.
His phone buzzed
[Babe 💋] :You still coming tomorrow?
Don't flake AGAIN, I Swear to God if you do-
Valt didn't have time to check the full message when another message arrived.
[Mom] :Rent Sunday Don't forget...
Then the screen went dark again as the reflection of himself stared back. He didn't recognize the man looking at him anymore just silence followed....
The train jerked while lights began to flicker, Someone in the corner cursed, Valt was too tired to even make out what it was. The conductor's voice crackled through the speaker then cut out entirely.
Valt blinked as the atmosphere shifted. The exhaustion wasn't physical anymore it was like something poured heavily inside his head, a slow thick wave was rising behind his eyes like he wanted to sleep and also to vanish, not to exist for a while.
He slipped his phone out his pocket again and opened the webnovel app the last chapter of the *The Wrong Hero* still glowing faintly through the cracked screen
The last chapter 8192 [The end]
He scrolled through it again, tracing the words with his thumb flipping the digital pages of the Hero's death, The world's rebirth and that same Closing line
"The wrong hero was never meant to be chosen."
He smiled faintly not because of disbelief or failure but because he knew there was nothing else he can do about it.
The train rocked again, harder this time as he overheard the lights pulsed Once then it went out.
Everyone in the train seemed to have vanished same as the city outside then it all went white, no heartbeat, no sound, nobody
Then a mechanical voice erupted something emotionless and it was forming from the empty light.
A bright screen shaped like rectangular holographic projector took place with colour's that doesn't exist a text that read:
[SYSTEM MESSAGE]:You have been chosen to replace the Hero.