That night, my fingers danced across the screen as usual—swift, precise, cold.
But this victory wasn't mine.
"Bro, please carry me to Mythic. Don't let me drop, okay?"
A message from a new client.
Yet another person who cared more about a badge than actual skill.
I let out a quiet laugh. Ironic.
People were paying for their pride…
while I was selling my time just to survive.
And as always—I picked Hanzo.
The hero everyone hates…
but secretly needs.
Skill activated.
Shadow released.
My body stayed hidden in the bush.
A predator in silence…
Everything felt normal—until suddenly, the screen froze.
Not lag.
Not disconnection.
Not a server error.
Everything went dark.
Then… a voice.
"Descendant of Yōkan… finally, you have come home."
I tried to move—but what I felt weren't fingers.
They were claws.
My breath quickened.
Before me—crimson cracked earth stretched out.
The sky was a dark, bruised color.
And in the distance…
human bodies…
left soulless.
I knew this place.
The Land of Dawn.
And worse—
When I looked at my own shadow…
I didn't see a human.
I saw… Hanzo.
"Damn it."
"I'm no longer boosting someone else's account…"
"Now, fate is boosting me."
A demonic shadow on my back whispered—cold and hungry.
"Give me souls…
or I'll devour you first."
I swallowed hard.
Turns out…
being Hanzo isn't as cool as those TikTok highlights.
In this world…
Hanzo isn't a hero.
He is a walking curse.
And now—
I am that curse.