"I'm no hero! I made up all those battle honors!"
Chen Tansheng cried out.
No one believed him. With the myriad races invading, humanity needed a figure to believe in.
And this con man, who only wanted to grab what he could and run, had somehow been pushed onto the altar.
With nothing but a silver tongue and a badge he'd picked up, he fabricated a fearsome reputation, an awe-inspiring presence, and a crown of thorns heavy enough to crush him.
He watched helplessly as his admirers died for his lies, and guilt nearly swallowed him whole.
Until that moment, on the battlefield against the myriad races, he stood alone, his presence overwhelming. A million enemy troops trembled before him, not daring to take a single step forward!
Fight for humanity, and hail the Human King!
Yet beneath the radiant throne, no one knew.
The Human King, revered by countless millions, was so terrified that his face had gone deathly pale and his hands were shaking. He prayed over and over, "Don't find out who I am. Please, don't find out..."
