Tales Of Mc - Chapter 17

Using the Hero’s Sacrifice didn’t change anything much for me actually. I was still invulnerable. My abilities remained unchanged and I felt just like any normal guy would. But, I could also feel that just by calling out into the world, I could have any wish I wanted. Now, I didn’t lose anything but gained quite a lot. But, some people might criticize me. Here’s an example.

“You’re… you’re completely mad, boy!” Anissa blubbered, “No one in their right mind would sacrifice their qualification as a hero.”

“What’s so special about being a Hero?” I asked her frankly. To me, my actions were very normal, and I couldn’t find any fault in them.

“Heroes are the protectors of the weak. They give hope to the downtrodden, they change the world for the better, they eliminate all evil. Even if their personalities were eccentric and incalculable or they have ulterior motives, all the heroes of the past have always helped the world. You can’t even imagine the value of possessing the title of Hero, and you went off and sold it?” Anissa said without any hesitation. Anyone could see that those words were from her heart, a part of her honest beliefs.

“If what you’re saying is true, and if I remained a Hero, and I could bring hope to the weak and rid the world of evil… why did you try to kill me before?” I countered.

She didn’t reply quickly, as she had almost dug herself into a logic hole.

“Because all heroes have one thing in common. When they arrive in this world, they are like newborns who are filled with curiosity towards the unknown. Anyone, who is in the right place, at the right opportunity, could take advantage of that curiosity and turn it against this world if they wanted.

When you were talking to that Indy, I believed that she was my sworn enemy, who had taken somehow taken control of you or began manipulating you. It was the only thing that I could imagine, which could come in contact with a newcomer Hero right after their arrival.

If it had full control of you, It could have easily manipulate you into thinking that you’re right in your actions, while in fact, you’re unknowingly committing wrong without letting.”

As she finished her speech, I focussed my thoughts. What she said was right, and was undeniable.

If Indy was giving me data only what she wanted me to know, then I would never find out how exactly this world worked.

Thank God she didn’t.

Sensing me fall into my thoughts, Anissa decided to leave me alone. She got up and walked to the door.

“I’ll let you rest for now. We’ll talk tomor-” (Anissa)

“Tell me, why are heroes summoned to this world?” I asked her, wanting to know her response to my query.

“I just told you, Heroes are the hope of-” (Anissa)

“And why do you need hope from the heroes?” I asked her. But she didn’t reply and kept staring at me. Her eyes showed that she was thinking. But, I didn’t let her continue thinking.

“If Heroes are the strength of the poor, the hope of the downtrodden and the eliminators of evil,

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Then tell me, how can ordinary people who are summoned to a new world give it hope?” (MC)

“What do you mean?” Anissa asked me, curious as to where I was taking this argument.

“I had the title of a Hero which I sold already. But, what makes me worth that title?

Is it because I gave my strength to the weak and poor?

Is it because I eliminated evil?

I was just a normal man in my old world. I never accomplished anything of significance and now, I’m supposed to mysteriously become an existence that provides hope?

Think about it, why was I chosen as a Hero when the first thing I did as a Hero was to throw my title away?” (MC)

Anissa stood by the door, completely stumped for an answer. She couldn’t find a way to turn this topic around?

“Forget all that for now, tell me this…

If the people of this world are so oppressed and downtrodden, why don’t they do something about it? Why do they have to wait for a Hero to come to help them? Why can’t they use their own power to change their situation?” (MC)

Anissa couldn’t find an answer and still stared with unfocused eyes at me.

“Anissa, Let me tell you a story.

There was once a man who got caught in a flood. He climbed to the roof of his home and waited for the Hero to come to save him.

After a while, a man came in a boat to the man on the roof.

He called out to the man on the roof… Hey, come with me, If you stay there any longer, that waters will take you…

But, the man on the roof didn’t listen to him and saying that he’s waiting for the Hero to come save him, he continued to wait.

After a while, a giant log floated and came near the man. There was a woman on it who offered to help the man on the roof, but he even denied her.

Soon multiple people came neat the man on the roof in boats and rafts with offers to help him, but the man denied them all. And after a while, the waters rose and submerged the house and the man died drowning.

So in the afterlife, the man on the roof asked God…God, why didn’t you send the Hero to save me? I died waiting for the Hero to save me and the Hero didn’t come…

Hearing this the God asked him,…

Didn’t you meet the man on the boat?…..

But, the man told…But God, that wasn’t the Hero!….

Then God asked the man, … tell me, didn’t you see the woman on the log?

But, the man again said, … God, even she wasn’t the Hero.

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This way the man spoke about the offers of help he was given, and why he denied them.

Finally, God told the man…

I sent you many Heroes, all to help you.

But, you didn’t accept them, saying they weren’t Heroes.

Why do you blame me?”

I ended that story midway after I saw Anissa’s face. Her eyes were brows were narrowed, I could easily see that she was deeply affected by that B.S I spouted.

“If there was never the option of Summoning Heroes, what would you do?” I asked and got no reply.