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I killed a Hero

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___Lost notes___ In the former Principality of Concord, UltraMan is a living legend... the world’s strongest hero, invincible and untouchable. For a decade, he’s crushed mafias, dismantled conspiracies, and stomped alien invasions underfoot. An unstoppable force with skin that no weapon can pierce and strength that outshines ancient myths. Everyone fears him. Everyone reveres him. But no one knows why a god like him, a man who could rule this world... why would he choose to protect it instead? That’s not the question I’m asking. Because UltraMan is gone. Vanished without trace. And I’m the one who made it happen. I don’t say this lightly. The world depends on him, but the world is broken in ways power alone can’t fix. There are some things you simply can't punch away. I’m just trying to survive. If the balance falls apart, what remains? The streets, the lies, the shadows? How do you live when there’s no 'UltraMan' to save the world? And what happens if you are the one who took him away? _____ Due to the many locations to keep track of, I placed a map in the comments of chapter one and 35. Hope you like the novel!
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