Cross Vish was just an average villager with no remarkable abilities, yet destiny played a strange trick, pulling him into the hero’s party. Despite his lack of skills, the heroes treated him as a valued ally, never considering his expulsion. This unwavering acceptance only deepened his torment—what purpose could someone as ordinary as him serve among such legends? The weight of his inadequacy gnawed at him relentlessly.
Then, in a critical moment, everything became clear. As the Demon King, battered and desperate, unleashed a final, devastating spell toward the hero, Cross realized his true place. It wasn’t strength or magic that defined his worth—it was something far simpler, yet irreplaceable. His role had been there all along, hidden in plain sight, waiting for the right instant to reveal itself. And when that moment arrived, Cross acted without hesitation.
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