In The Novel I'm Just Dead

This world is ending, Heroes and what they can accomplish is not enough for this world to be saved.

It does not matter for me, because I will not last long. I am forced to hide and cower; to pray someone will save me.

I am mortal, I expire; age and die. All the same for a filler character like me. A number playing on the news in casualty reports of an outbreak.

Yes, those words are surrounding me in my head, these thoughts of how I am a nobody who walks behind greater people.

I know why they are better than fodder like me.

They have magic power. And can accomplish anything with it.

They can cut through whatever they will. Shoot down targets with pure magic power with a bow beyond the horizon. Bend anyone's free will with their voice.

I can never stand beside them, fight monsters; protecting the scared citizens giving them hope. I want to save the princess, live a life of adventure and slay demons; Be A Hero. One where even the monster continent isn't a threat and anyone can have leisure and live happily knowing they are safe.

Save the citizens, see my face on the news. People will stare at me in awe as I cross them on the street. They will look up to me as the best example of selfless justice.

'Empty Thoughts Of Grandeur'

'useless heroics of someone like you is worse than a cowards betrayal'

'If your a hero, the world might as well end instead'

'if your looking for attention, do it some other way'

What is said all the time is true.

Someone weak like me trying to intervene and help when attacks and evacuations happen just jeopardizes myself and forces Heroes to push themselves harder. I am no mercenary, certainly not a superhuman and far away from what accomplished heroes are.

A thick film of darkness clogs my thoughts and pushes everything away. It is all thats on my mind.

POWER, If I had Power nothing can stop me from getting what I want.

If I was strong I can kill monsters.

With magic I can have cannon fodder look up to me.

I can save countries from falling to legions of monsters and demons, I will be the center of attention. I will be on the news, everyone will know my face. I will stand out. People will stare at me when I walk by them on the street. I will be ADORED.

All I have to give them is my soul, Then I can have it all. they will give me powers. I can be strong. The words they speak are soothing compared to the scathing remarks I get from Heroes. They understand my weakness rather than mock it. Most of all they noticed me and say my soul is one they love. I have never been loved before.

If I give them my soul they will give me everything in return. It is decided

I will become a Djinn.