The Fall of A Hero

When it first happened, it was sudden. A car, you were texting, when a car came flying down the road where it hit you, killing you instantly. When you came to, you were standing naked in a circle of robed people. You would later come to learn that your dying soul was summoned by these mages to become a hero and save their world.

So you did. It was a dream come true finding yourself in a fantasy world growing stronger and learning magic. It took you years to gain the power to fight off the demon lord. But eventually you grew powerful enough to defeat him and when you had done so the world entered an era of peace. you were later married and had a family living your life in peace until once more you died, this time old and in your sleep.

When you woke surrounded by mages once more it was a far quicker process for them to explain to you what was going on. You were already familiar, and this time all your powers stuck with you. You created a party of beautiful and powerful warrioress’ and when you defeated the demon lord you retired with your harem and once more grew old living your life in peace. You are not sure what the cause was of your the third time, but you woke once more in a new world.

The third world was the hardest one you have ever faced. Even the weakest monsters gave you trouble when you first entered. You appeared as a teen and were an old man by the time you faced the demon lord Vacht’nol. His was a fight you will never forget as he successfully slaughtered thousands during the battle. That, and his was unique out of the other demon lords you had witness before. As you stuck the final blow on the first demon lord, he collapsed in a fleshy heap on the floor before combusting. The second demon lord fell to the frosty magics of one of your harem wives. And his corpse was frozen for eternity placed on display as a trophy. When Vacht’nol was defeated he fell to one knee, and slowly faded from existence.

You died a short, few years later and once more found your way into a new world. From there out everything was easy. The power you had gained had never left you, leaving you capable of saving worlds in your early or late teens, and spending the rest of your life known as the hero of the world. It was surprising in a way that you hadn’t grown tired of the cycle by the time you defeated my 20th Demon Lord and saved the world once more. But you hadn’t. The joy you got from helping the people around you, and the pleasure you got from the women who loved you, was something you never tired of the whole time.

There was one time, on the 11th iteration that you were summoned incorrectly and lost your powers, but regaining them was a paltry and trivial task as you still remembered the logic behind their use. When you finished and saved this world from its Demon Lord you aged and once more lived a long life before moved you once more.