The story of the greatest hero

"His name was Polybius and he was our hero!

He slayed dragons with powerful magics! Killed gods with swordsmanship unparalleled! He punched Liches with his bare fists!

He took any challenge no matter the difficulty. From killing leviathans with fishing rods or climbing the tree of Yggdrasil with nothing but his wits! He is an inspiration to any aspiring person.

Even those who didn't fight the forces of evil looked up to his mighty deeds! As he could forge any weapon, brew any potion, and even enchant straws with vampirism!

PB! Are you paying attention? You were named after him after all."

I rolled my eyes to the teacher and stared. "Yeah I'm paying attention."

All these stories were bull anyway, They depicted me as some stoic hero. Heck half those stories were just me trying to find a way to permanently kill myself. I was born with only one trait. It was powerful, but ultimately it has always been useless.

The Teacher continued his ramblings, history was the worst class ever.

"*Pssst PB, What do you think Polybius's traits were?*"

I looked at Vika and gave him a glare. He stopped trying to whisper to me and I was left to ruminate on my life. No one would believe me if I said I was Polybius or if anyone said I had only one Trait called Undying. It took many forms, but at the end of the day it prevented me from ever dying. From regenerating from bright lights resurrecting me, from literal Lichdom and Reincarnation.

This was my 19th time with the effect of reincarnation. I had a list of how and in which ways I was brought back from the dead. In fact I thi- "PB! What was the first class people believe Polybius mastered."

I sighed, People always thought this was the class Knight or Paladin. "It was Curator, he didn't learn any fighting skills until he was recognized by Loius the 4th."

The Teacher smiled and the class laughed. "What makes you say that PB?"

He wanted clarification, fine. "Any idiot can pick up a sword or learn magic. Not many had talent in archive skills back then. Even nowadays those with Archive skills are highly valued. So if he had an Archive Class he would've easily been able to learn anything he every wanted."

The Teacher nodded at my answer. Truthfully I originally didn't care what I learned. Back then, Way back then. Thanks to my trait I was basically tortured by anyone who was stronger than me. Eventually I just gave up and became a Hermit. The jobs that Archivers' were good at were looked down on. Which led me to a rough childhood.

Childhood sucked, this was something like my 23th childhood? It was the most modern at least. From the darkest ages to the brand new era. I started listening to the teacher again school was almost done after all.

"The Current Polybius is Charles Hargrave, he protected Garatua City from the scourge of the Drexxis!"

ARGH! I shouldn't have tuned back in. Pet Peeve number one was the fact they used MY NAME! As the so called strongest hero. Second problem with that horrible statement is that I stopped the Drexxis 17 years ago when I tried to use their Spaceship's Engine to kill myself. THIRD! The Drexxis Scourge was just a group of 45 Drexxian Pirates who wanted to conquer and sell Earth to one of the many stronger species out there. Like the Volksan or Humans!

What was worse was half those 'stronger species' relied on my past lives just like my current one. Polybius was just my past last life! I remember when I had a normal name and was a simple guy.

"PB are you okay man?" I blinked and snapped out of my thoughts. "I am fine Vika, just contemplating my late demise."

"Sparks man! Sometimes i don't know if that means you are planning suicide or how you are gonna live as long as Polybius!"

"Its both Vika, its both." I still can't believe I was named after my past life. That certainly is a first for me.

"Well PB! Are you going to the enter the raffle? I am stoked for it!"

"Raffle?"

"Ah well with the school year ending we need to think about what we are gonna do next in life. One of the options for us spry and sprouting buds is the Raffle! You know the Raffle for the Omnipia Games!"

I face palmed, of course he meant that Raffle. Vika would most definitely win due to his trait and would get himself an early grave. "Yeah, I'll enter with you as a duo. Just tell me when we are going."

"Sparks YEAH! Oh this will be better then when we participated in the school fight club!" yet another mistake of Vika's. I saved him from getting wiped by some last years when we first enrolled in to this school. I shook my head, "You ever think maybe this could be dangerous?"

"Nah man! With your skills and my traits were unstoppable!"

I used one of my many mastered classes to hide my trait and skills over the years so Vika thought I had no traits and was just in his words really badass. Ironically it was the same way I technically 'died' as Polybius. I went into hiding and all that which started the trend of naming the strongest...

"Hey Vika Isn't that your bike?" Vika looked at where he parked his bike. It was a beautiful Grav-Bike with a total weight of 1 Meto. Even with my lifetimes I had never seen such a wonderful ride. Currently however it was under a shaggy broken van. Which belong to...

"THAT WITCH! I'll Fucking Kill Her!"

"Kill who?" I stepped aside as Mara laid her small hand on Vika's shoulder.

"Please don't hurt me..."

Vika begged just before his the horrible sound of his bone, blood and skin twist. Mara fixed Vika's arm just before she left. "You know she will likely enter the Omnipia games without the Raffle. How are you gonna compete against her?"

"St-Stop crouching over me you bastard. Help me up."

I pulled Vika up and patted his shoulder. "Vika, this is why your traits suck."

"Un-Unstoppable!"

------Some Lore in Author's Thought-------