The fifth hero is the Hero of the soul.

The fifth hero is the Hero of the soul.The light rises from the horizon and immediately begins to shine into the windows of houses, behind one of these windows, an ordinary first-year student sleeps in his bed, his name is Andrei Sokolov, a boy of eighteen years old. At that very moment, those very sun rays fell directly into his eyes and he had to open them, then get out of bed and walk to the bathroom with a not very happy face. There he looked in the mirror and assessed himself. Gray like gray hair, rather pale skin, a body of average development. His dark green eyes were clearly visible, but there were not big bruises under them from a sleepless night of gaming. Andrey smiled slightly and shook his head, after which he began to speak. - Oh, Andrew, Andrew. You'd rather sleep at night than play with toys, although I know I can't do without these games. - He immediately ruffled his hair and began to wash his face. After finishing these things, he walked slowly into the kitchen and brewed himself tea. He sat down at the table and began to drink it slowly because today he had a day off, even though Andrey was a hardworking man. but he loved weekends terribly. He also had no reason not to strain himself, since he always completed his homework immediately and was ready to take several steps forward. It was for this reason that he was very pleased and at the moment was discussing with himself what he should do for this magnificent day. - Well, Andrew, what are you going to do today? Play with toys on a laptop, or at least on this day you will finally walk down the street for more than an hour? - He took another sip of tea and with a satisfied face began to walk towards the bedroom, again starting to talk to himself. - Yes, I think I'll go for a walk. It's time to go out into the fresh air and pour clean, fresh air into your lungs. Oh, what a good day it is today. - When he came to the bedroom, he put on a white shirt, a dark green tank top and dark-colored sneakers. So he went outside and began to walk slowly to the local park, which was not far from the high-rise building in which he had an apartment. He walked slowly and unhurriedly. enjoying every second of it. For him, nothing could spoil this day, it seemed to him so great that even if it rains, the day will remain just as good. But it wasn't like that for long. When Andrey was crossing the Zebra crossing, someone called him on the phone. Andrey quickly took it out and went to the other side, he answered the call. - Hello, who's calling. - At the same moment, he received an answer in a very pleased voice. - Good morning, little brother, it's me, your brother Misha. I'm here at your apartment, and Mom and Dad are here too. We decided to visit you, but you seem to be wandering around somewhere, come here, let's congratulate you on your success if there is. - Andrey immediately smiled and replied that he would be there soon and quickly went back to the other side. But unfortunately for him, he was never destined to reach home, as on other days, as an impatient driver drove in his direction. Andrey felt the frontal part of the car hitting him and he was thrown at least two meters away. The arm was twisted so that it seemed to grow with the palm on the other side, the leg in the same way, a bloody puddle was already forming from under the body. His eyes can barely keep open, Andrey himself feels all the pain, but he can no longer tell, his eyes are closing and he thinks that this is the end. Darkness, that's what surrounded him. That was until his eyes opened in some forest. He began to breathe heavily and greedily gulped air, the pain he felt disappeared, but Andrei's mind had not yet realized this. He quickly got up and began to look around with wild eyes. The exact moment when he was hit by a car was still flashing in his head and in front of his eyes. But realizing that he was no longer there. and in some forest he began to calm down and Andrey asked himself a question. - Where am I? How did I get here? Although, anyone who's a fool will answer that. - Andrey shook his head and got up from the grass and started looking around again. There were trees and bushes around, and Andrey himself only now began to finally understand that everything was fine with him. He took a deep breath and felt a strange feeling in his chest. This alerted him and he unbuttoned his tank top, and then his shirt, on the chest itself, or rather in its middle, there was a stone of a poisonous pink color. Andrey's eyes widened again in fright and began to speak. - Well, what kind of thing is this? Why is this stone in my chest? And why I'm still alive. - I waved my hand and as if I had touched something, something like the characteristics of a game appeared in front of my eyes. The name is Andrey Sokolov. The Race is Human. The human race gives +1 to all ability upgrades. Your level is 1.The Maximum Is Infinite. Your life force is 1000/1000.Strength is level 1. ( +10% attack damage ) Speed is level 1. ( 5% running speed ) Dexterity is level 1. ( 9% increases running and gives you a better chance to dodge an attack ) Protection - level 1 - 30/30 ( Shirt + 5 to protection )Attack - level 2 - 40/40. Andrey blinked several times and started talking to himself. - Yes, Andrew, well, you got it. It's not a bad hit, where the hell am I going to go now? - So Andrey stood for a while longer and went in one direction, but it looks like this day really wasn't one of the best. Because someone or something hit him on the head as soon as he passed through the trees.