My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Chapter 2: The World's Most Handsome Sword Hero: Leon Kruger

Year 706?Caldar of the Heroes' Ascsion, Desert of Chaos

Situated to the west of mankind's empire, the Desert of Chaos is a barr wasteland rowned as the Land of the Dead.

The title remains inseparable from the vast number of armies that perished in the desert, as it served as the battleg betwe two mighty races in the world—the human race and the demon race.

For sev thousand years, the two races locked in perpetual conflict never tired of brandishing their war flags, and the atmosphere in the desert this time was no exception.

Amidst the desert, chilled by the night wind, two sizable factions were locked in an all-out war.

"Attack! Slay those demons!"

"Fear not death, for the gods shall bestow their blessings upon us!"

"Annihilate the foes of the empire and humanity!"

A contingt of armies clad in armor, bearing the sun flag, persisted in shouting words of couragemt to the vanguard troops already gaged with the adversary— other than the forces of the Demon race, humanity's sworn emy.

Throughout the battlefield, the ceaseless echoes of swords clashing, roars, moans, and shouts reverberated.

The magnitude of the conflict was so immse that anyone witnessing it couldn't help but tremble in their heart.

Countless lifeless bodies from both sides were strewn across the terrain, leading to contemplation about raming the Desert of Chaos to the Desert of Corpses.

Meanwhile, amid the chaos on the battlefield, kilometers away, a masked man with half his face concealed observed the turmoil with an indiffert gaze.

Draped in gleaming armor, with a trailing cloak fluttering in the wind, he bore a mysterious presce and radiated a sere yet powerful aura.

His indiffert demeanor towards the war conditions might lead one to believe that this mysterious figure had no connection to the ongoing conflict.

However, who could have fathomed that this igmatic figure was other than the main commander of mankind's forces in this war—the Hero of the Sword, Leon Kruger, one of the three heroes of humankind, wielding the legdary holy sword of Zith!

"Tskckck! This battle is more daunting than I anticipated. I didn't expect the Demon race to deploy their elite troops to counter the Empire army's sneak attack," Leon whispered, shaking his head as he observed the conflict and releasing a small sigh.

Gradually, he removed his half-face mask, revealing a handsome visage that could compel admiration from wom and ev captivate gay m worldwide, leaving them unable to resist a subtle swallow.

His flawless and symmetrical jawline, eyebrows as straight as a sword, and the subtle smile on his lips had the power to make anyone who beheld him instantly captivated and likely to fall in love.

Furthermore, his gold-colored eyes gleamed with captivating beauty in the moonlight reflections from above.

If there's a word for perfection, it's probably the most fitting term to describe his countance.

"Huft~ Wearing a mask like this is truly uncomfortable and a bit stifling," Leon remarked, glancing at the half-face mask in his hand and expressing a mild complaint.

However, not wearing a mask would be ev worse, as his handsome face would attract the atttion of wom, who would gaze at him like hungry wolves.

"Could the ancit saying that a handsome face doesn't always bring blessings but also bad luck be true?" Leon pondered, rubbing his chin and hazarding a casual guess.

If m worldwide were to hear him utter such words, they would likely gather to pummel him with wood blocks, exclaiming, "Damn it! What kind of arrogant speech is that?"

Regrettably, there was no one in the vicinity to hear his grievances.

"Boom!"

While lost in his daydream, the reverberating echoes of explosions shattered the battlefield repeatedly, abruptly jolting him back to reality.

"Hoh? Have the mages already begun their incantations and cast their magic?" Leon raised an intrigued eyebrow.

He th raised two fingers and rubbed them against his right eye.

Instantly, a gold-colored magic circle materialized in his right eye, and his vision gradually sharped, resembling a telescope, as he peered toward the battlefield.

Through his hanced vision, he witnessed chaos among the forces of the Demon Race, bombarded by sorcerers from the human side.

The unfolding scario undiably signaled a turning point in the war, with the momtum now favoring humanity.

"Quite a commdable strategy. It appears the commanding geral has received strategic guidance from the four-eyed man at the palace," Leon remarked, withdrawing his gaze and offering a faint nod, expressing a sse of satisfaction.

The tide of battle had shifted favorably, and there was no need for his direct intervtion, especially since the true emy he awaited had yet to make an appearance.

His gaze gradually shifted toward the sky, adorned with twinkling stars and two moons—one luminous and one dark—aligned far apart from each other.

" years, huh? I hadn't realized I'd lived and survived that long in this fantasy world." Leon pursed his lips, and a hint of melancholy, tinged with sadness, graced his handsome face.

Truthfully, he wasn't native to this world but rather from Earth.

In his previous life, he was an 8-year-old youth from a noble lineage who was abruptly transported to this fantasy world while diligtly working on his homework.

Thrown into this peculiar world as a one-year-old baby born into a simple family, he regarded it as a legdary journey reminisct of the fantasy novels he typically read in his spare time.

He ev harbored the expectation of becoming a protagonist with a system.

With that naive mindset and eager anticipation of ascding to the pinnacle of this world, much like a character in a novel, he abruptly realized that this fantasy world was not what he had visioned; it was profoundly perilous.

The eagerly awaited system, typically granted to sior transmigrants in novels, never manifested, prompting him to swiftly realize that he wasn't a protagonist or the like but rather just an ordinary person who had inadverttly tered this peculiar world.

Born in a tranquil modern world devoid of demons, dragons, magic, swords, and other mystical elemts, how could he navigate life in this new world without a cheat?

Fortunately, he swiftly acknowledged his situation and avoided getting lost in his fantasies.

Gradually, he worked his way up to his currt standing as one of the three heroes of mankind—the sword hero!

Contemplating his currt status as a hero, a smile instantly graced his lips.

He lowered his gaze, fixating on the sword adorned with shimmering gold patterns before him—a sword other than the rowned Zith Holy Sword.

"Ev in the absce of a system-based cheat, I do not yield, for you are my guine cheat, ar't you?" His hand, resting on the hilt d of the holy sword, gtly stroked it.

In response, the sword emitted a faint glow, seemingly relishing and responding to his tder touch.

"Hmm?" Lost in thought, one of his eyebrows lifted slightly as a red butterfly, seemingly appearing from nowhere, alighted on the tip of his index finger.

"A butterfly? In this arid desert?" Leon blinked curiously, raising his index finger to inspect the unexpected visitor.

The butterfly appeared ordinary, and its uniquess might have stemmed from the vivid red hue of its wings, which resembled the color of blood.

Shortly after, the butterfly fluttered forward, and Leon's gaze involuntarily tracked its path.

To his surprise, within 0 meters of his position, dozs of similar butterflies had siltly gathered, unnoticed by him.

Immediately, his expression shifted from surprise to a slight smile.

"Oh? Has it finally made its appearance as well?"