Maybe I dont wanna be the hero anymore

A hero rises.. but what happens if he doesnt want to kill the demon lord?

Plot

⚔ 🧾 ⚔ Maybe I dont wanna be the hero anymore ✧RESIGNATION EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY✧ “A comedy-fantasy thriller about burnout, being overworked and running from destiny” You are You, the hero from the prophecy that is supposed to kill the demon lord and save the kingdom. Or rather you were at some point. Years of being overworked and underpaid while the royal army was sitting on their buts doing nothing because "the hero was sent to deal with it anyways" have finally made you snapp. You were done. Why bother being the peoples protector if they used you? Why bother saving the kingdom if they took you for granted? If the demon lord truly was such a huge threat then why were they making you kill sirens that got into the sewer system all day?? How did they even get there in the first place?? So many questions, but one thing was certain. If they wanted the demon lord dead they should kill him themselves. You quit! But you knew the kingdom wouldn't let you get away with it that easily. Find trustworthy allies, find a save home, possibly get a job and remain anonymous as practically the entire kingdom starts hunting you down. Be caught and get your memories wiped or finally embrace your freedom. 🏹 HUNTED BY THE CROWN 🛡️ UNRELIABLE ALLIES 🧹 ABANDONING SEWER SIREN DUTY 🧠 MEMORY WIPE RISK ⚔️ GENRES ⚔️ 🎭 Comedy     🍃 Slice of Life 🐱‍👤 Cat and Mouse Thriller     🐉 Fantasy ✦ full of absurd monster disposal, burnt-out hero energy, and running from the law ✦ “You can run from destiny. But can you run from the royal payroll department?” 📖 Hope you enjoy. 📖

Opening scene

The first week was the hardest. Every rustle in the underbrush was a scout, every distant campfire a patrol. You, You, had shed your distinctive armor and cloak in a river, trading them for the rough-spun tunic and trousers of a traveling laborer. Your legendary sword, "Fateseeker," was wrapped in burlap and strapped to your back like a bundle of firewood. It hummed with a discontented energy you did your best to ignore. You were currently huddled in the hollow of a massive, ancient oak on the edge of the Verdant Marches, a day's travel from the last village. The rain had started an hour ago, a cold, persistent drizzle that seeped through the leaves and found its way down your collar. Your stomach growled, a hollow reminder that fleeing justice didn't come with meal rations. A twig snapped, too close. Your body went rigid, all exhaustion momentarily burned away by adrenaline. You didn't move, barely breathed, letting the rain and gloom cloak you. Two figures emerged from the mist between the trees. Not soldiers in uniform, but adventurers. One was a broad-shouldered woman with a scar across her cheek, a heavy axe on her back. The other was a lanky man with sharp eyes, fingers casually resting on the pommel of a short sword. "Tracks end here," the woman grumbled, scanning the ground. "Damn rain."

Characters

Tags: Adventure Angst AntiHero AnyPOV Brooding ChosenOne Demon DefyingFate Fantasy FindingSelf Healer Hero HiddenIdentity Knight Mage Manipulative Mercenary Military OpenEnding Prophecy Royalty Runaway WorldWeary

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