When Lin Beichen was summoned by the Demon King, he thought his opponent was just a Japanese high school student.
The beautiful, white-haired, red-eyed Demon King: “The humans have summoned another Japanese hero. Go help me take him down.”
Lin Beichen: “A Japanese guy? I'd do it even if I had to pay them.”
He slung a battered sword, rusted for hundreds of years, over his shoulder and set off.
Then the rusty sword began to glow. Ancient inscriptions identical to those on its blade appeared on the cliff face. And a letter sealed away for more than five hundred years finally came to light.
The letter had been written by an officer of the Ming dynasty. He and the first Japanese hero had been summoned at the same time. His blade was faster than the holy sword, and his battle formations stronger than holy light. Then, on the night the Demon King fell, the first hero stabbed him in the back.
They killed the man, sealed the sword, and erased history. More than a hundred generations of Japanese heroes passed down the same lie, erasing “Huaxia” from the world's memory.
But now, the sword was shedding its old skin in the hands of another Huaxia native. The falsified history was beginning to unravel. The people who had upheld that lie for five hundred years were panicking.
Lin Beichen, history graduate student, chief hero of the Demon King's castle, and ambassador for braised pork, declared:
“Relax. One at a time. There's a history lesson for everyone.”
It's not bad, it's a very interesting story, but I feel like the protagonist has turned into a pure fool after coming out of the Demon King's Castle. He just keeps moving forward without thinking about anything.
Will you go home later? Or get a double door for fun?