The Low-Seat Hero Has Returned

It was during practical training in my third year as a hero candidate that I first realized I don’t die.

A demon beast suddenly sprang out of the bushes and bit through my neck with a crunch.

‘How am I alive again?’

Right.

I came back to life.

I didn’t die.

And I have kept surviving ever since, through hundreds, thousands of years.

I survived alone.

“Now... that’s over too.”

After wandering for more than thousands of years, I thought I could finally put an end to this long life....

“Dael! Dael Han! How dare you sleep in my class, you’ve got some nerve, don’t you?”

“…Huh?”

What awaited me at the end of my long life was not a period, but a repeat mark.