I’M Not The Hero! Manhua

Bris stood at the edge of the mystical forest, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on her determined face. She could hear the whispers of the trees and the rustling of leaves, a premonition of the impending danger that loomed ahead. As she delved deeper into the heart of the forest, a hooded figure emerged from the shadows, a twisted smile playing on her lips. It was the malevolent witch, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I knew you would come, dear Bris. I've been expecting you," the witch sneered, her voice dripping with venom. Bris felt a surge of fear and anger intertwine within her, fueling her resolve. She raised her hands, calling upon the elements to aid her in this battle of magic and willpower. The air crackled with electricity as bolts of lightning shot out from her fingertips, striking the ground at the witch's feet. But the villainous witch countered with dark spells of her own, sending tendrils of shadowy mist to ensnare Bris. As the two witches clashed in a dazzling display of power, Bris realized that this was not just a battle of magic, but a battle of ideologies. The malevolent witch believed in using fear and control to rule, while Bris fought for freedom and unity. With a newfound clarity, Bris channeled all her strength and determination, breaking free from the dark mist and unleashing a blinding light that engulfed the forest in its brilliance. When the light faded, the malevolent witch lay defeated at Bris's feet, her powers vanquished by the strength of Bris's conviction. And as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, Bris knew that she had not only defeated her enemy but had also embraced her true self - a hero in her own right, not defined by prophecies or expectations, but by her courage and compassion. With a renewed sense of purpose, Bris set out to face the final challenge that awaited her - the showdown with the demon king to save the fairy tale world from impending doom.