The Consequence of Saving the World
Hey y'all! Thanks so much for reading The Consequence of Saving The World! Vol 1 has ended, but it was more like a prologue than anything. We didn't really learn much about the world or Evan's place in it.
That's where this volume comes in. It starts out a bit lighthearted, especially if you compare what happened midway in Vol 1, but this is where the real drama starts. Also note that unlike in Vol 1, Vol 2 will feature POV shifts, but I'll give an extremely clear heads up when that happens so you don't get confused or anything.
Once again, thanks so much for taking your time to read this. Getting into the Top 3 of the MyAnimeList x Honeyfeed Writing contest was completely unreal for me, so I want to make good use of it and leave my own mark as a writer. That said, enjoy (I hope) the ride!
It took some time, but I was beginning to get used to the city breeze’s kiss on my skin. Sure, its scent couldn’t beat the all-natural Breven air, but I couldn’t stay a country bumpkin forever, right?
My sandals were also starting to get familiar with the cobblestone road, maybe even too familiar. Yesterday when I checked, the soles were starting to get worn from all the running I have been doing. Maybe I should buy myself a new pair of shoes?
On second thought—bad idea. Sereya would kill me if she found out that I’ve been sneaking out of the infirmary for my morning jogs. Once was enough; I didn’t want my other ear to get nagged to kingdom come as well.
Jogging was by no means fun, nor was it exhilarating by any stretch of the imagination—far from it. Still, it was better than lying in bed twenty-four-seven. Even the doctor said that I needed a bit of light exercise—five minutes to be precise. Over the course of these past two weeks, those five minutes turned into sixty. I definitely could go on longer, but I had to be back before the nurses’ morning shift began.
Somehow along my routinely runs, I discovered a way to determine how much time I had left before the nurses arrive. If the edge of the sun touched the huge bell tower over at city square, it meant that I had about ten minutes left. Should the bell ring, it meant that I needed to fake an “incident” in the toilet as an excuse for not being in bed when the nurses show up.
Out of sheer luck, the route that I used always had the bell tower in the corner of my eyes, except for one empty alleyway. However, this time around, as I was about to enter this shady backstreet, I realised I wasn’t alone.
Was that a couple making out early in the morning?
It was hard to tell as the man’s back was facing me, shielding his partner from my sight. Still, I could see the tips of her long hair jutting out of his figure.
City people were just so reprehensible, it was sickening. You built so many hotels and inns just so that you could get frisky on the streets? Was it so hard to have—I don’t know—decency?
I wasn’t going to let these two shameless losers interrupt my morning jog. Instead, I doubled down on my usual route, making my footsteps extra loud as if to announce to the world, “Hey, you’re not the only one using this back alley!”
As I was about to pass by the two of them, I slowly but clearly turned my head to face them, my eyes burning the concept of “shame” into their immoral selves. It wasn’t because I was curious about their kissing techniques or anything, most definitely not!
That’s when I saw a flash of silver.
This wasn’t a couple making out—this was a robbery.
The man’s knife changed its target—from the girl to me. Its blade reflected whatever little sunlight that pierced through this dark alley, firing off warning signals into my mind.
“Gimme your mo—”
I didn’t let him finish. I held his wrist with my right hand, controlling the threat. At the same time, my left fist greeted his cheek with a “crack” sound as it came into contact. My left hand stung; I hope it was his jaw that cracked and not my knuckles. I was willing to bet it was the former, as evidenced by the robber going to sleep for the second time this morning.
Everything happened in a matter of seconds. If I was minding my own business, he’d definitely have the jump on me. Luckily, my entire attention was focused on the man. It also helped that the idea of punching him already passed through my mind several times when I thought that he was making out in public, or so I thought.
Above all else, this wasn’t the first time a knife suddenly found its way to my face. My first meeting with Sereya after waking up was my first tango with a knife. This guy moved like a snail compared to her.
Oh right—there was a girl here too. It was hard to get a good look at her face no thanks to her long bangs. She didn’t seem hurt or anything. Time to get on with my jo—
“H-He got Bruce!”
A voice echoed down the alleyway from behind me. I didn’t need to guess—it was the thug’s friends. Sure enough, “Bruce” had company, three of them to be exact. At the same time my eyes met theirs, they reached out for their own knives.
While it was true that I didn’t inherit any overpowered abilities or skills from Hanasuke—he did leave me something useful—a body in prime physical condition. I definitely couldn’t perform superhuman feats like Remus or Sereya, but I was still pretty ripped. These past two weeks of recuperating have helped me get used to my new and improved self. Those three thugs should serve as a good test of my physical abilities.
I took a deep breath, steeled my nerves, and high-tailed out of there.
“W-Why are we running?!?!”
The girl whose life I just saved asked a foolish question as I yanked her by her arm as we escaped. There were three thugs armed with knives! Was she seriously expecting me to fight outnumbered?
“Aren’t you a hero or something?!”
I would have choked from laughter if I wasn’t busy panting like a dog. Hero?
For the love of the Goddess—open your eyes woman! What made you think someone sneaking out of the hospital would be a hero?
I nearly died from trying to be a hero! Hanasuke killed the Demon Lord using my body, good for him. As for me, I was stuck having to deal with the aftermath, such as unkillable pricks like Remus! Hero my ass, all I wanted to do was go back home to Breven and settle down. The world could go and find a new Hero for all I care.
Since she wanted a hero so badly, I’ll get her a hero.
I could see the crows scattering into the sky as my pitiful scream woke up the whole of Allantheim. As I ran towards the market with this delusional girl in tow, the peddlers setting up shop must have thought that I was a lunatic. I couldn’t care less.
It was when I saw a mother shielding the eyes of her son from me, that I felt the shame start to kick in. I turned around and the thugs were nowhere in sight. I’d like to believe that I was too fast for them, but the more likely scenario would be them getting freaked out from my stunt.
“Listen here, girl,” I gathered my breath, “you wanna know what’s a real hero? NOT getting into trouble in the first place. Saves you time, saves you energy, saves you. YOU. Okay? Not walking into dark alleys—that should be your hero.”
“But you walked into the dark alley too!”
Oh my. I couldn’t believe that I was getting into a heated argument with a random stranger in the middle of public.
“Don’t walk into dark alleys ALONE. When I walked into the dark alley, there were people there. You and that guy, Bruce! So in my case, that doesn’t count!”
“What’s with all the commotion?” Two guards finally showed up.
“Nah, it’s all good, si—”
“This creep tried to kidnap me!”
HARH? This ungrateful little—you’d stoop this low just because you’re losing an argument?
“No! I saved her life!”
“Well, you’re not a hero. Hmph!” The sheer amount of garbage that left her mouth was astounding.
“Sir, I’m afraid you’ll have to come with us.”
Before I could say anything, the girl hid behind the two guards and stuck her tongue out at me!
“Look man, she’s making stuff up, just look at her!”
“He’s scaring me! Help!”
Ohhhh now you know how to ask for help?
The two guards unsheathed their swords as they approached me. I couldn’t run—all the other people nearby were just staring at me. Why didn’t they say anything? Couldn’t they see that I was being falsely accused?!
With each step the two guards took, I could feel the saltiness of my sweat dripping onto my lips. Just how was I supposed to get out of this?
Just when I thought of that, the two guards froze, backs suddenly straightened. The colour from their faces faded instantly. The conniving liar hiding behind the two of them no longer had her snickering expression. Why were they all suddenly so afraid?
“Someone asked for help?”
I turned around and the explanation became clear.
It was one of THE Seven Heroes—Sereya herself—the aura that she was giving off was anything but. Her bloodlust was so thick, my sweat evaporated.
I knew for a fact that she wasn’t angry at the guards and the girl, she was angry at me for sneaking out of the hospital.
A sigh escaped my mouth.
You wanna know what’s a real hero? NOT getting into trouble in the first place.
Maybe I should’ve listened to my own advice.