Coming to a different world- Story of the [Grim Reaper]

Chapter 50 - Back-up

I managed to finish writing this chap, though it's a bit short... Once again, sorry for the delay...

I'll try to write some more chapters soon... gambatte!

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*Leitch's POV*:

'Shit!'

As I glanced at my Status bar while retreating for a second, I saw my mana was almost depleted. My mana recovery potions were also all used up.

I could feel despair creeping up as I watched how an endless stream of horrid creatures flooded the Sophitirian army despite us having already fought for several weeks without rest. If one could rest for an hour every two days, one could be deemed lucky.

"Leitch, are you okay?"

A tired voice came from my flank. The heavily muscled Ono looked at me with worry in his eyes. 'Oh yeah', I remembered,' I got to continue.'

I magically managed to smile although it'd been days since I slept.

"Yeah, no problem, let's get going!"

I had to do this. Every single soldier believed I was a chosen soldier or something, sent to guide them to victory. But I wasn't. Yet, I couldn't show them how fed up I was with all this f*cking war stuff, or how tired I was. I couldn't. Or everyone might get demoralised and end up killed.

'I can't believe I thought it was going to be easy in the past...'

Yeah, that good old past...

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"Leitch... why do you have to be such a disappointment?"

"..."

I couldn't speak. Tears trickled down my cheeks. My tongue felt numb, my body paralyzed.

"Leitch, why can't you be more like your sister?"

"Leitch, why do you never try your best?"

"Leitch, do as you're told for once!"

"Come on Leitch, this isn't that hard?!"

"Leitch, you got to improve..."

"Leitch..."

"Leitch"

I was never able to do things right. I was slower than others my age, wasn't as smart, had troubles behaving...

When I was small, I had always dreamt to be someone people could look up to. Someone who'd achieved something. But that never happened. I was always one of the last, one of the worst... The only friends I had were Ono and Luhan, because they were even slower and more stupid than I was.

As I had always been inferior, and my parents reminded me constantly by pointing out my flawless sister, everyone always became mad on me. And I hated it. I didn't know who I should be to be the dream-version of myself.

Then, one day, I found this lonely guy in class. I didn't know why, but I asked him for money. As he didn't want to give it, I hit him. And so I started bullying others.

Only when I see others crawl on the ground in pain, or when they lower their head for me do I feel like I mean something. Like my life has value. The feeling of being in control of others...

I feel sorry for them. Sorry they had to meet an obnoxious guy like myself who needs to f*ck up other's lives to feel alive. Yet, as much I don't want to do it, I have to do it. The feeling... is so addicting. The times when I manage to let others hit rock-bottom, feel like sh*t... those times, I feel superior. Only then. Only... then.

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"Leitch"

"Leitch!"

"What?"

As I was focused on battling the two ogres in front of me, at first I didn't hear the voice calling my name.

"I got some good news"

Magic that let one communicate telepathically with others. As it was a rare magic, only the head of Intelligence in the Sophitirian Army could use it. Its only draw-back was its really high mana cost, making it only suitable for really important messages to be sent.

"Spit it out"

As I was still battling, I didn't have much time to be chatting.

"In approximately three weeks, back-up will come"

"Back-up? Wasn't everyone already mobilized?"

About two months ago, everyone from B-rank adventurers and up, but also everyone who had once served in the army was obligated to help fight back the demon army.

"They were, but these guys are different apparently"

"That doesn't matter. Enough weirdos here to be complaining. More importantly, are they strong?"

"About that... from what I've heard they're extraordinarily strong, over SS-rank. I don't know if I can believe it though..."

"What?! Over double S? You sure?"

I was one of the strongest heroes in the entire Sophitirian empire, and I was barely SS-rank. But if a couple appeared, the flow of battle could drastically change...

"As I said, it isn't confirmed. Still, hold on over there"

"Yeah, hold on..."

"My mana is almost used up now. I have to go. Stay alive"

"Same for you"

At once, the strange voice in my head disappeared and the newly created free space was immediately filled up by the image of a new flock of Storneon, gigantic birds with large steel beaks, approaching from the distance.

"Mages, Ice Barrier to the Northeast to the Stors, Flame Circle about 150 meters West to the group of orcs approaching!!"

Yeah... I have to stay alive. I got people to be strong for.