Eugene always relished attention and recognition, even from his previous life. Whether the praises were genuine or inflated, he accepted them as long as they weren't harmful.3

But now, after twenty-one years of life as Eugene Lionheart, thirty-eight years as Hamel Dynas, and an uncertain period as Agaroth, he came to a stark realization: even he had limits.14

He was humiliated. This was horrible. The sheer embarrassment felt unbearable. He wished the ground would open and just swallow him up. He wanted to find a hole to hide in.6

Had he ever faced such a mortifying moment since he was born, or rather, since the dawn of his memories? His grip tightened on the railing as his body shook uncontrollably.0

'Sh-Should I... flee?' Eugene considered genuinely.1

Up, down, right, left…. Everywhere he looked, praises filled the air. The sky was ablaze with fireworks, and citizens who came to watch the parade waved flowers and glow sticks while shouting out in joy.1

"Sir Eugene!"0

"Eugene Lionheart!"0

"The Hero!"0

Their voices drowned out even the booming of the fireworks. People not only lined the streets but also occupied every rooftop in sight. It wasn’t only rooftops either. Wherever there existed a space that could be occupied, people had flocked to it. Their figures stretched in an unbroken line all the way to the royal palace.0

"I put in quite the effort," came a voice from above. Lifting his eyes, Eugene found Melkith El-Hayah. She was merged with her Signature, Infinity Force, in the form of a giant elemental being.0

She chuckled while rubbing her nose, "That’s how it should be, right? The route for the march should be straight, don’t you agree? Turning here and there through the winding capital streets would have been tedious for everyone."0

Eugene just decided to stay silent.0

"So, the great Melkith El-Hayah, the...0