I WAS The Rank–1 Hero-Chapter 91 : Worst Than Demons

I was pretty much running at this point, my feet were moving so damn fast.

I didn't want to think about it.

'Happy birthday, human.'

Sera's sudden wish made me halt in my steps.

The interaction with Ruby flashed in my mind—her cheerful smile, the way she tilted her head, the way her lips moved when she called my name.

'Hey! Don't ignore me!' Sera shouted.

'Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the wish.'

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Well it's been a whole week.

We returned after a whole week.

Calming my mind, I started moving toward the exit.

A few guards stood at the door, and beyond them, a swarm of reporters with large cameras was stationed outside.

Even from here, I could see a commotion, some parents, probably commoners, were creating a scene.

Their desperate pleas and anger were justified.

It had been two whole hours since we teleported back from the Demon Continent, and we were still being held here.

Any parent in their right mind would be furious after losing contact with their child for a whole week—only for them to return and be kept from seeing them immediately.

But that wasn't even the real issue.

The real issue was the blatant inequality between nobles and commoners.

The noble kids were allowed to leave early. They got priority in every damn checkup and medical procedure.

And we?

We were last.

It was frustrating. This was supposed to be a modern time, yet here we were—still bound by the same old distinctions.

"Halt!"

A long spear crossed in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked ahead.

Near the exit, a woman with black hair and tattered clothes was being dragged by her hair.

A broad man, dressed in a Hero Association uniform, held her firmly.

My eyes shifted to his chest.

Rank - 1155.

A four-digit hero.

"Aaghh!"

The woman's scream cut through the crowd's chatter, it was filled with pain.

She was suffering.

And yet—he threw her back into the crowd, like she was nothing.

The whole crowd came to a halt.

I was stunned.

The media was here. The crowd was huge. And yet… she was still being treated like this.

"It's been two hours! I want to see my girl! Please, let me see her!"

She clung to the man's feet, her voice was desperate.

And that only angered him even more.

"Don't touch me!"

He shook her off, slamming her hard onto the ground.

The impact was brutal.

'Humans are such vile creatures.'

Sera's words echoed in my mind. And she wasn't wrong in the slightest.

He didn't care. Not about the cameras. Not about the crowd.

Sometimes, I wonder—what frustrates humans enough to treat someone with this much cruelty?

The grit of the stones scraped against her skin.

Her low, persistent whine echoed through the tensed up crowd.

The cameras flashed for a moment—then stopped.

They didn't capture it.

Or maybe… they weren't willing to?

Where were the so-called Heroes?

Where was the justice?

All our life, we had been told that Heroes were the beacons of hope, the ones who stood above to protect. But standing here, watching this unfold, I couldn't see a difference between them and the very monsters they claimed to fight. Justice? What a joke. The word itself had lost meaning long ago.

It was never about justice.

It was more about status. About power. About who could step on others to climb higher.

The strong could crush the weak without consequences. And the weak? They could only beg. Grovel in their feets. Scream at the void, knowing no one would answer.

"What the fuck are they doing?!" My blood was boiling.

I wanted to scream. To lash out. To shred the man into minute pieces.

But I couldn't.

Why?

Because I knew—this world would keep spinning, and tomorrow, this moment would be forgotten.

What prize did they gain by treating her like this?

This had started as a mother begging to see her child. A simple request. But now, it had turned into this.

A meaningless show of dominance.

That man—he wanted to show his power. He wanted to remind them where they stood.

The whole Hero System in this world was trash.

They didn't fight for justice.

They fought for rankings.

For prestige.

For their noble families to gain higher status.

"You Heroes are frauds!"

The woman's voice cut through the silence, ringing in everyone's ear in a repeat telecast.

Her rage was clear.

She wasn't backing down either.

"What did you say?!"

The man huffed. He pulled out his sword.

His anger was raging.

But the woman didn't flinch.

Slowly, she wobbled to her feet, her legs shaking—she stood up but her gaze remained steady.

She stared at the four-digit hero.

Not with fear.

But with disgust.

And the funny thing is?

That gaze made the man flinch.

His fingers tightened around the hilt.

"Y-You bitch!"

We blame Demons for their cruelty.

But if someone compared us to them…

We were no different.

This was the Human Continent.

The man's sword slid forward, aiming straight at the woman who stood her ground, her deadly glare never wavering.

I didn't wish to interfere.

Because she was here.

A surge of Ice Essence resonated through the air.

Cold. Dense. Overwhelming, energy surged though the vicinity.

Everything else felt insignificant before it.

The man's lower body froze, encased in a thick layer of ice.

"W-What the fuc—!"

His words died in his throat.

Because he saw her.

And he knew he couldn't go up against her.

"What is happening here?"

A calm, and controlled, voice resonated.

She walked forward, her black heels clicking against the ground.

Dark black hair. A white shirt, layered under a black coat.

And on that coat—

A single number.

03.

A katana rested on her belt, the fingers of her right hand rested on the sheath.

She didn't need to unsheath it.

Her presence alone was enough.

The rank-1155 hero was half-frozen to his chest, he did not dare move.

End of Chapter.