Hero’s Redo ~ A Hero That Once Saved the World Reborn as a Girl ~

Dosun - and a pig pierced through his chest with a tree branch fell over him as he made a heavy noise. If I weigh in, two or three hundred kilos. Grab that giant with one hand and I'll crack my stomach with a familiar handful and start draining blood. He looked at the blood falling dobbly into a pre-dug hole on the ground and magically frozen and marinated every surrounding ground where it flowed. After that, lift it up and throw it into a river that flows far away and you're done.

"Oops."

You said you touched the cold ice with your bare hands, but my hands aren't frostbitten unless they peel off either. Naturally, the strength of this body is the same as it was when I was a brave man, and the strength, stamina, magic, etc. are all at the same level. I don't even freak out where I ate the demonic attack, but I can't even scratch it to the point where I grabbed a chunk of ice with my bare hands now.

"I don't know if anyone's seen it... but I need to be familiar with it."

It magically creates a mirror in the air, returns to my body and carefully checks for blood. All right, it's not on anywhere. Beautiful girl as usual.

My name is Brave. He was once a legendary brave man who defeated the Demon King who wreaked the World War in an attempt to dominate the world and save the world from the crisis of ruin. No... he was a brave man - I guess I should say. I was a brave man about 300 years ago now. Because for a human being living in this day and age, he shouldn't be different from a fairytale character such as me.

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Three hundred years ago. Me and my friends who saved the world - the so-called Brave Party - received a huge welcome when we returned to the country. An enthusiastic parade of tens of thousands of people gathers on Wangdu Boulevard, and the castle invites entertainers, musicians, and more for a feast of the day. A big banquet for drinking and singing. It was the woman who didn't get her hands on it because she was her wife, but she was drinking so fancy that she took a bath day after day. That's when I thought. They paid off the hardships of dying, so this life will continue forever from now on.

But the reality was different. Initially he greeted me lovingly and lifted me up as a hero to the brave, but gradually the attitude grew to be relative. Naturally. Don't even do much work. Don't hesitate to eat and drink day after day, and walk around the castle with our faces. The popularity of the civilian population is overwhelmingly higher than that of ourselves, and if we complain poorly, we have the power to be twisted and crushed with one hand. When they say what they can do to me, they either want to pussy or they don't want to get involved.

If the boulders change their attitude that far, they get a little uncomfortable. Disgusted by the shady figs, I started living all over the city after the castle so I could escape. The residents of the city initially embraced it favourably. I want you to shake my hand, accept my gift, something that you've baked me a lot of care for. But that didn't last long either. The people who heard that I didn't even work and that a certain amount of money was paid each month from the state began to make noise that it was unfair. It's a joke from me. I literally saved the world by repeating the battle for my life over and over again, so I thought it would be a good idea to have that kind of treatment. But those who didn't think so were the overwhelming majority.

In the end, I fled the city and moved to a village on the border. It was in the same eyes there, and I was just disgusted, and I haven't seen a wizard in a long time. She is quite a splendid figure compared to when she was adventurous, something that surprised me a little.

By the way, my party was made up of me, warriors, monks and wizards who are brave men. I'm the youngest XVII. Were the warriors and monks men in their forties and the wizards in their early twenties or so? They were kids. Unlike me, they lived well. Warriors feel like knights of the kingdom, monks like archbishops of the church, wizards like court wizards.

You can do anything on your own, but I didn't have the ability to specialize in anything, and I didn't get a voice from anywhere. No... now that I think about it, maybe there was another reason. You think you're too strong to be helpful if you don't know the world or you can't do anything but fight? Well. There must have been a lot going on.

Anyway, the Wizard, who hasn't seen me in a long time, has made an astonishing suggestion after arranging words that I only know a single curse or encouragement about my current situation.

I thought I'd have a new body, a new name, and start over with my life -. When she asked back without knowing what it meant, she said this plainly.

"I culminated in the magic of defeating the Demon King. With that power, I'll prepare you a new life before breakfast."

Naturally I said no. I wonder why I have to imitate like a criminal running away for such a sin. But that woman must have expected such a response. It was no different than it was in battle, and I kept going calmly, without moving a single eyebrow.

"There is no place for you in this world. You're too strong to live in people. I won't say anything bad. You'd better live quietly somewhere."

The mouth I tried to argue with had stopped moving a little bit. I guess I understood it somewhere, too, without having to tell her. That there is no place for me in this world. To have too much power, no one can touch you and no one can come near you. I can't make trustworthy friends and family. I wonder if it makes any difference that I live alone. As much as people around me are afraid and treated like troublemakers, it's not a bad idea to live as a whole new person, as the wizard says - I thought so then, for some reason.

As soon as I reluctantly agreed, as if I'd left my previous calm somewhere, the wizard happily opens a proud book of magic to the table. Even though this is what the Demon King had, it's what he brought home at some point. I don't know what's written inside. Reading, writing, etc. in ancient languages, and it's a magic book in the possession of the Demon King. Anyway, it has been decided that there is no such thing as written.

"Discover interesting descriptions in this book of magic. There was magic in changing people's appearances and reborn them as completely different people. I wanted to try it right away, but you can't reborn someone walking around there on a boulder indiscriminately, can you? I remembered you when I was desperately looking for someone."

I mean, something? The most plausible reason he's ever talked about, too much power - or living in seclusion - is just because he wanted me to care about it and experiment with magic? I wanted to complain about what you were thinking, but soon I gave up on that. This has been the case for a long time. I'm not as interested in the lives and deaths of others or the fate of the world, but I get as aggressive as people have changed in my magic research and experiments. I don't even think it's going to stop where I complained now. Besides, it's true that I'm interested in something called a new life.

"Is there any hope? I'll try to get as close as I can to your request."

"Right..."

What life would be better? Childhood at dawn in sword and magic training, even a boy who was repeatedly killing each other with demons, a youth who was neglected by others and treated as a disturber...... it wasn't a lot of life to think of. If I can start over anew, I want to live a life unrelated to that.

"I made up my mind. I want to live my life the opposite of now. I've already hung up. Life is punishment. I want to be someone who can live in peace without anyone interrupting me."

"Okay. Quite the opposite!

A wizard who gradually increases his magic by reading with his fingers the letters that float in the Book of Magic. When I was worried that I was listening properly to this one, I wondered if my surroundings were brighter enough to turn white, and at the same time a vast amount of magic poured into my body.

"Hot!"

Looks like my body isn't my thing.

"Hot!"

I am attacked by helpless anxiety, like every single cell is being replaced. I wonder if I'm going to disappear like this, desperate to keep myself.

"Hot!"

I can feel the bones all over my body smudging and my hands and feet shrinking. My hair grows and my teeth grow.

"Ahhh!

When I wonder if my eyes have had enough heat to boil, my tears naturally flood me more than I have ever shed before. I could feel the screams leaking out of my throat gradually changing and gradually turning into something tall. Round your body to the intense pain that strikes your whole body and depress the floor like a potato worm. What a pitiful look of a man called a brave man. But I couldn't afford to worry about decency at that time.

How long the hell has it been? If I had noticed, I would have slept on the floor in big letters. The view outside from the window is totally at night. When I wake up in a hurry, the blanket that seemed to have been hung falls apart. When I tried to pick it up, I immediately noticed the discomfort.

"What...?

Short hands. Thin to Omake. Even if I didn't say musculoskeletal, my forged arm shouldn't have been this thin. Now it's like a woman's arm - and thinking that far, rushing to check the mirror, there was an endless beautiful girl exposed naked.

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The smooth blonde hair reflects the moonlight and emits a mysterious glow. Blue eyes with jewels and other sumptuous brilliance connected crisply to convey the strength of the will, and thin, well-shaped lips trembled with wannabes to manifest my agitation. Moving her gaze down, she didn't have there shapely breasts and creased hips that boasted the size there, and what was supposed to be in her groin.

"Woman...? You're a woman no matter where you look from..."

I look about fifteen or six years old. I've never seen such a beautiful girl at a castle dinner party. If this was someone else, I might have been distraught too, but hatred and mirrored appearances seem to be my own. I searched for the wizard while confused, but he had no shadow or form. Instead, one note was left on the desk.

"I have prepared the opposite of life as you wish. A luxurious body the opposite of a strong body. The appearance of being liked by everyone, the opposite of you, the hater. The opposite of a man is a woman. It's all as you ordered. There was only one mistake, but apparently this magic, the strength and ability that I had just to change my appearance, can't be changed. But it's good, right? You've changed so much, so watch and live your life as a girl. '

My hand holding the note is shivering like a crocodile. It's good to give up a hundred steps and change your appearance. If you even change your gender, no one should realize it's me. But if strength stays the same, what the hell is different than before!? Being treated like a troublemaker has just changed from a young man to a woman, though it won't be much different than before! What the hell is he thinking!?

I'll definitely let you start over - it was me who jumped out of the house with so much momentum, but I couldn't find the wizard in the end. Apparently, he was sitting on his back playing court wizard, and he was long gone from the castle. Among the magic he used is a handy object called the magic of metastasis. Convenient magic that allows you to travel instantly from one point to another. As long as you use it to move around, it's almost impossible to catch him on me. It's virtually stuffy because I don't even know where I might stop by.

Desperate for a while, I followed a village I was never used to living in. Decide to farm a field secretly in some mountain and live a life out of sight. That was about 300 years ago now. Apparently, this body never gets old, and it still kept the girl looking.

I was confused at first, and this is my favorite now. Although I don't have a hobby for women's clothing, no one should be able to complain, even if I care about appearance because I've become a real woman. Most importantly, I like cute things and beautiful things, so I have no regrets for being this way.

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Cool the meat while washing away the blood in the river. This makes the meat holding very different. The gut is to be mixed with compost and fermented before being used in the field. I'm a little hungry, so I stab the chiseled meat in a skewer made of wood sticks and broil it with the magic of flames. When I said snack because it was not sweet, it was still this one. When I made some and it was puckered, I accidentally sounded clammy behind me. To the extent of the demon, there was no such thing as being struck by accident, so I turned around slowly, and there was a woman who looked worn out, standing there with a sword instead of a cane.

I won't stop eating meat while I'm on guard. The woman's gaze seems to be tracking the meat carried to her mouth all the time, not mine.

"Oh... I'm hungry..."

To put it that way, the woman falls patsy like she did all she could. Watching such a woman, I flattened the rest of the meat beautifully.