The Powerless Hero's 101st Regression Diary

I thought of myself as a sword.
A sword that would one day become sharp if I just kept honing and grinding.
But my talent was so meager that I couldn’t even kill a goblin.
It didn’t take long before I realized I was worth less than a pebble rolling on the roadside.

But that didn’t mean I could give up.
Thus, I endured through a hundred regressions.
And now, the final chance I’ve been given.
The last chapter of The Powerless Hero's 101st Regression Diary.

I begin once more to sing a hymn, dedicated to my pitiful soul.
For the salvation of the world is the salvation of my soul.