The Sorrowful Hero and the Summoning Form of Failure

In the past fifty years, with the collapse of the old empire, the demons have made a comeback, and news of the border being lost has continued to spread. The crisis of survival is like boiling a frog in warm water, bit by bit eating away at the remaining hope in people's hearts. Hahahaha, fortunately, I came to this world! Anyway, let's confirm the current situation first, um... Body enhancement... None Magic... No Special skills... None Practical experience... No There are goblins, and there are many of them Ha, ha ha... Turns out I'm just a weakling. Huh? I seemed to have seen, uh, Goblin just now? "Ah, big brother, big brother, don't look at me like that, eh? Why are you holding up the dagger? You have something to say, you have something to say..." All in all, let's see how I saved myself from danger time and time again, turned danger into safety, and tried my best on the verge of death.