Antihero In the Hero Academy: I Can Connect the Past Heroes-Chapter 1: Going Back

The end of empires, technology, and even modern life had come. Only a few years earlier, the Globe Hero Academy had trained wizards, aura users, and superior warriors, but now it had become a gateway for demons and angels to enter the world.

It was a shame.

The human race, which had always oppressed others and taken racism to the extreme, had officially surrendered the world as a battlefield to demons and angels in exchange for comfort.

Of course, not every human was a racist against other races. Many had fought alongside them in the war between heaven and hell, striving to protect them.

He had seen it all. The corruption, the worshippers of evil, and the demons lurking within the so-called best hero academy in the world. He had studied every one of them.

For six years, he had served in the heart of the war, his body covered in scars. His eyes had gone blind from pain, his sense of touch dulled by constant wounds.

Even the most powerful gods and goddesses had blessed him, yet he had failed to save everyone despite it all. He had once been among the weakest students but became the strongest hero.

Despite everything, he died.

His death was not at the hands of the other races, nor the soldiers of heaven or hell. It was humanity itself that had betrayed him.

He couldn't have been more foolish.

Yet, before he died, he looked up at the blood-red sky, at the stars still visible in the distance, and made an oath to the gods and goddesses watching him.

"I am done protecting the human race... I am done fighting for those who destroyed me. If I see the light once more, I will fight for anything but humanity. I promise. I swear."

Around him lay more than three thousand corpses of demons and angels. He and those he cared for had been mere pawns in the war between angels and demons—those who had succeeded in sealing away their masters, high gods and goddesses such as Archangel Michael and the Fallen Angel Lucifer.

He had been too late to change anything.

As he took his final breath, his eyes closed, his life vanishing into the cold air.

He died on the spot.

Yet his spirit did not fade. Even if he did not realize it, the words he had spoken had drawn the attention of a goddess.

"Oh Atlas...I showed you for a long time. The goodness of your heart prevented you from seeing, and yet you finally breathed your last. I'll show you one last favour."

The Goddess had watched him from the very beginning, from the worst of times to the happiest of times.

She had suffered alongside him, feeling his pain as if it were her own.

And so, she decided to give him one last chance. One final act of faith.

The goddess went directly to a close friend—time itself. She stood before Chronos and pleaded for his help.

Chronos shuddered at the sight of the young man's soul. It was cracked and fractured, as though it had endured the worst kinds of torture.

After listening to the goddess, Chronos agreed to turn back time, but under one condition:

[Everyone and everything would forget who he was. He must start all over again. Even we will forget him.]

The goddess accepted without hesitation. If there was even the slightest chance to give this hero another opportunity, it was worth it. Even these two divine beings knew they had to place their faith in him.

He had fought for so long, saving an inconceivable number of lives—millions, perhaps billions if he succeeded.

Chronos assured the goddess that he would aid the young man however he could and comforted her as the cracks in the soul slowly healed. Time was rewound, defying the rules of even the creator, Chaos himself.

And with that, the young man opened his eyes once more.

His body was drenched in sweat. He immediately realized he was lying in his bed. His head throbbed painfully. A moment ago, he had died under the blood-red sky.

The sheets beneath him were soaked. Yet he knew exactly where he was. He was in the Epsilon Empire, the most secure and glamorous empire of the modern world.

[So-called modern world. Full of life, yet full of death.]

His heart pounded, adrenaline surging through his body in a strange rush.

This young man's name was Atlas. He had black hair and dark blue eyes that shifted to purple. A little on the skinny side, but beautiful enough to be mistaken for a woman. He was exactly 14 years old.

He sat up, taking in his childhood room. He needed to find out the date.

Reaching for the calendar beside him, he flipped to the current page, his eyes widening at the date he saw.

[June 20, 2025.]

Today was his birthday—the day he would turn 15 and be legally recognized as an individual with the right to fight and live on his own.

In exactly one year, when he turned 16, he would be eligible to attend the Globe, the Superhero Academy.

"I'm really back... How?" Atlas questioned inwardly. He had no answers. Yet, one thing was certain—he would have his revenge. He was sick and tired of humanity. Of course, not everyone was guilty, but he had had enough.

He would start with the academy. A purge was necessary.

Yet doubt gnawed at him. Was this real? Or just a dream? Perhaps everything he had suffered had been an illusion, or perhaps this moment was the illusion.

Paranoia was inevitable.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside his room—light steps that told him exactly who was home.

When he opened the door of his room, he managed to see his only sister.

As usual, his sister was standing there wearing the commander's uniform of the imperial first imperial knight division.

She was the one who protected emperor himself.

The Epsilon Empire was one of the least racist nations. There was no slavery, no overt discrimination, yet racism still lurked beneath the surface. Magical superiority was its form of prejudice.

The emperor, Aether, opposed such ideologies. Even the nobles shared his stance.

It was the safest place in the modern magic world.

Memories of the past flooded Atlas's mind. He knew there were many people he had to save.

He left his room and walked toward his sister. Despite being drenched in sweat, he embraced her tightly.

His sister, Eva, was a formidable aura user. So powerful, in fact, that she served as the emperor's personal bodyguard—perhaps the most powerful individual close to the imperial family.

She was literally one of the strongest aura masters in the whole world.

As the guardian of the ruler of the world's strongest empire, Eva held immense value.

She was even entrusted to speak on the emperor's behalf, her words carrying authority over certain members of the imperial family.

And she had achieved all of this despite not being a noble.

That was why Atlas hated himself. Compared to his sister, he had been nothing more than an insect. He remembered his first day at the academy in his past life, the humiliation of failing the simplest magic test. He hadn't even reached the first level of a magician—the lowest tier.

He had been a disgrace.

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He didn't want to remember how ashamed Eva had been because of him.

But that no longer mattered. With the knowledge of his past life, the location of hidden treasures, and the means to attract the attention of gods and goddesses, he had a chance to change everything.

"You haven't hugged me in so long," Eva said, a bit surprised. "Not that I mind, but... you're really sweaty, my dear little brother."

Atlas pulled away at her words, shaking his head before deflecting, "Just a nightmare."

He took a quick shower before returning to his room. As much as he wanted to stay and talk to his sister, after so long, he had no time to waste.

He had a plan to make.

Eva would return to the palace in a week and remain there for at least three months. In that time, Atlas needed to leave home and clear a few dungeons.

He had enough wealth to buy dozens of potions, but he truly needed divine attention. Even the favor of one god or goddess could change his life.

But first, he had another idea.

Before traveling to the Globe, an academy that had trained 40% of the world's heroes for tens of thousands of years, he needed to prepare as much as possible.