A towering black figure, the Hollow Paladin, the Iron Fist of the Black Hand, and one big dude stood stalwart in a war torn park. Ashes and debris blew past like tumbleweeds. The sky was dark and lit temporarily with unnatural sheet lighting, like the very molecular makeup of the Earth trembled at what was coming.

Heroes, an archer, pyromaniac, two cyborgs, two demons, and others approached the leviathan of a man. But there's always that one guy...

"So," one of the women murmured, "what's the-"

I am that one guy...

"Hey! You! Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum what bean stalk you fall from!?"

"One Lesson!" The white haired android hissed, "This isn't a game!"

"I'm distracting him!" I whispered.

"Moron!" The pyromaniac chastised, "He's just standing there-"

I took a couple steps towards the giant.

"Hey!" I pointed to my blood covered hands, "This was your friends'!" I shook it onto the ground, "That: is going to be you!"

"Ugh," the friendly hell-spawn muttered before summoning a flail of dark chains, "enough!" He hollered a war cry and charged the behemoth.

However, the Hollow Paladin laughed, caught the chain and flung the careless hero into a storefront. The smash caused everyone to cringe, and the following silence reminded almost everyone how serious this battle was but I looked both ways discreetly.

"Anyone got a marker? Maybe a Dora band-aide?"

"1!" The demon girl said, "He could've died and your thinking about pranking him?!"

I shrugged in reply. The pyromaniac giggled, the archer was concentrated on his target and others shook their head at me.

"Your going down you hollow headed piece of trash!" I cried as the male cyborg summoned his armor and bravely lead the charge.

This is the story of that one anti-villain who became God- I mean, a hero. The story of my rise. The story of 1L3550N... and friends.