I am not a Hero!

I did everything I ever imagined. Everything I ever wanted. There is nothing left. Nothing to learn and nothing to conquer. And no one to stop me. Except for myself, that is. The only thing I didn't do yet, is... Dying. I cannot kill myself, due to my anti-self-harm ring and cannot deactivate it, because of my anti-counter-skill. I thought I could take it off, but apparently, that counts as stealing and activates another skill. I tried everything in order to die. EVERYTHING. Sadly enough, I was unable to die of boredom.

I went to a close road and tried to get killed by bandits, but they ran away. Jumping off a cliff turns the time back and asking people to kill me isn't working too.

I will try it with the Guild. There has got to be someone on Rank S able to kill me.

Well, I visited the Guild and the receptionist told me about the high prices for S Rank requests. I threw a 10kg sack of Royal Platinum Coins on the counter, left the quest there and left.

A few days later a small knight with a spear came. He asked why I wanted to die and after explaining him - he said something incredible:" Me too" He called for. So we made an even trade. I will activate my Space Magic to suck us both into void and he will pierce my ring. Fair enough we would both die. That was the plan, until we decided not to. "Our Legends will survive, we cannot just die" he told me. We fought. There had to be one of us to die and the other one would be weakened enough for suicide.

A few years later our fight ended. Him dead on the ground and me standing, with his spear and ramming it through my lungs.

A warm feeling surrounded me, very comfortably. Until a slow, angelic voice told me:" Requirements fulfilled. You are now allowed to pass on."

This must be heaven. No it isn't-my own thoughts replied. How are you- We are you now. We all are. Just as you are us. This is the Soul-Kingdom. We all have someone to watch and together, we watch over the world.

They had to be wrong. He had no one to watch. His family, friends, children and grandchildren all died of old age. As expected he got an answer, but they showed him a monitor and a small microphone.

There was a young boy, lying on the field he died on. Covered in his blood and the blood of his last foe. He tried talking. But the boy wouldnt stand up. Neither would he hear you. He needs to contact you first. You will now wait for him to do so, like most of us do.

Splendid. He tried to die for new achievements and got assigned an idiot to protect.