Every century, the Goddess lends humanity a Holy Sword to defeat the Demon King.

And every century, Dol has to watch nobles, saints, princes, and self-proclaimed heroes walk up to the pedestal thinking they deserve it.

Most of them want fame.
Some want power.
A few just want an excuse to kill people legally.

As the sentient stone responsible for judging candidates, Dol has spent centuries tolerating humanity’s nonsense with what little patience a magical rock can possess.

Unfortunately, this century’s candidates may be the worst yet.

After rejecting another parade of greedy idiots, Dol reaches a simple conclusion:

“Goddess.”

“Yes?”

“I think humanity is finished.”

For the first time in centuries, the stone beneath the Holy Sword is genuinely angry.