It's early morning on Monday, and birds just get out of their nest and fly to find food. Few students wake up as early as they do, probably because their school is far from home so they need to get up early
One of them is me, as soon as I wake up, I immediately reach my phone and check the time before the alarm can even do its job.
". . . Ha, it's damn 6 in the morning . . . "
I immediately get up from my bed like a zombie and stay in a sitting position for a couple of minutes to gather my inner Zen before forcing myself to get up, take a cold shower, and wear my school uniform while grunting under my breath with half-tired eyes.
I hate school, why the hell does the government of this country think that it's a good idea to make students arrive at school before 7:30 in the morning?
I then put a nametag saying 'Dani' above my school pocket shirt. That is the name that my parents gave me before I was three months inside the womb.
After a few minutes of making myself look clean and fragrant, I look at myself in front of a mirror, with a wandering question inside my mind
Should I make myself a bowl of cereal? Or Oatmeal?. . . But I can also grab a few of those banana cake slices that I just bought yesterday. . .
I think to myself before finally heading to the kitchen and making myself a sandwich, nothing is better than a sandwich for breakfast after all.
I head to my couch and sit down before opening my TV and watching a news channel.
"It's still 6:40, hmm, so I still got some time to enjoy my sandwich. . ."
As I watch the news, it now cuts to a live showing of a man with techno armor getting crowded with a bunch of people and reporters, cheering over him with applause and gratefulness
" The hero saved the day again… At 2:30 in the morning, our hero with the codename 'frost diamond' captured two robbers who tried to rob a bank and threatened people inside it with their magic… "
". . . Heh, yeah. . . Hero my ass, damn fake" I say while using every single piece of restraint to not throw my precious sandwich at the TV
I hate heroes . . . Especially him. Thanks to him abandoning me and my family in a car accident when I was seven.
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Since those accidents, it ignited my hatred for heroes and made me realize how cruel and disgusting someone with two faces can be . . .
A headache suddenly surfaced in my head with my memories flashing before my eyes about the incident.
10 years ago
"Help!. . . Help us-! " I said while reaching my 7-year-old hand to the window, hoping the armor guy who's not too far away from my parents' car will see us
But, instead of helping, he just turned his head slowly and looked at me before flying away at high speed, leaving me and my parents to die.
And they died because of blood loss.
"Fuck. . . It's happening again. . . " I said while gripping my head with both my hands while gritting my teeth
". . . Fuck you. . . Heroes. . . Fucking hypocrite. . . "
I take a deep breath, try to resurface those memories in the back of my mind. I don't want to have a bad mood before school starts
. . . Well, maybe not all heroes . . . There are some real heroes out there, I know it cause 'they' exist. . . My childhood friends. . . I thought to myself, trying to make sure that bad memories didn't surface back into my mind before taking a deep breath
"Damn it constellations. . . If you really can control each concept of this universe, why create people like him? Did you all abandon this universe?"
In this world where magic, aliens, and other fantasies exist, it is not as beautiful as in those fantasy books. The day will not be complete without news of destruction, murders, and other crimes that will always include the deaths of people. If this world had a genre. . .
"Breaking news! Right now we are with the victims who's their newborn baby had just been eaten by a cannibal who can use invisible magic! " The news cut back into a live report that had just happened a minute ago
"PLEEEEASEEE!!! ANYBODY! CATCH THAT PERSON!!! " a mother crying in the background while holding her headless baby in her arms
. . . Dark fantasy will be more fitting
Well, not that I care anyway. . . I'm just an NPC in this fantasy world, not like 'them' who play important roles in this world. . .
I finish my sandwich and grab my bag before leaving the house calmly with a little feeling of laziness. I still had about 30 minutes before the school gate closed, so I chose to walk.
As I walked to my school, some students used their magic to fly into school, but they just flew 1 foot above the ground, some students who could teleport just within a range of 2 meters,
And nearby the gate, there are other students who practiced their magic that was not so powerful with their friends while walking into school as well.
Well, at least they're better than me. . . I can't even cast one. . . What the hell Constellations???
In this universe, even though you didn't have the talent to become a prodigy at magic, at least you can cast a simple fireball
Me? I can't even ignite a small spark of fire on the tip of my finger
I figured this out a week after my parents died, I was filled with so much hatred at that time toward heroes I had once wished a demon would take over my whole body just so that I could use magic, but it didn't happen
It gives me both fortunate and unfortunate feelings in my heart
So I decided to learn how some magic spells work to help my friends with their power so that they can achieve their true potential while also learn everything that humans can learn in this world.
But, there's one thing I feel grateful about, and that is this world had a tolerance for the weak or people like me. No discrimination against the weak or strong, everyone here can pretty much tolerate each other.
Well. . . At least in this country I know of. I didn't know how other countries treat the powerless guy like me. . .
But I'm already grateful enough that it's not like in those fantasy books or comics I read that always show where the strong pick on the weak or nobles and commoners always had beef with each other.
I always used to be scared of that possibility when I was a kid, and I'm grateful it didn't happen here.
"Quick! Get inside the school or we will just close the school gate, whether you cry for us to open the gate!" Shout my discipline teacher
Calm down teacher. . . There are still 10 minutes before the school assembly starts. No need to shout that loud.
As I keep walking to the school hall, in that moment, I wish for nothing but one thing inside my mind
. . . Hey constellations, I was hoping that today is normal. Can I have that, please?

