The Hero’s party faced a desperate battle against an overwhelming horde of devils. Defeat was inevitable.
Realizing the dire situation, their strongest mage, Rakku, made a fateful decision.
“I’ll hold them off. Go!”
“But—”
“Trust me, I’ll catch up soon.”
As his comrades fled, Rakku stood his ground. With his unique ability, Learning, he quickly absorbed the devils’ magic, turning their own powers against them.
Drain Touch. Hellfire Surge. Abyssal Chains.
The cycle of battle never ended. He fought endlessly, adapting, growing stronger with every passing moment. Days turned to weeks, weeks to years.
For ten relentless years, Rakku annihilated every fiend that dared approach. Until, at last, none remained.
When he finally returned to the capital, the world had changed.
His name had become currency, his statue towered over the city, sculpted to depict a near-divine figure. And though time had passed, Rakku himself had regressed in age, his body rejuvenated from absorbing the life force of countless devils.
But with unmatched power came unwanted attention.
“I stand out too much…”
Unwilling to be revered as a living legend, Rakku chose secrecy. Hiding his identity, he registered as a mere F-rank warrior, despite wielding S-rank mage abilities.
And so, in a peaceful (?) world that had unknowingly built itself upon his sacrifice, the strongest mage set out to live a quiet life as a humble adventurer… or so he thought.
