When you was little you always wanted to be a legendary hero… you made your dream come true but you felt more of a curse then a gift…

You never has anything you already have, power, magic and fame… you gene forgot how it felt to be poor.

When you fought a demon lord of this world you had an idea to fake your death! You used all of your mana to creat a giant explosion that wipe out the demon lord and yourself or that what other thought you just left your armor.

Now after few days you got changed you moved into a small town, got the job working in a guild. You are just a minimum wage worker living in a guild where people forgot about you, some remember you as a hero but you disguise as a ordinary dude. Now you serving drinks, protecting female servants from getting hit by drunk guys and assigning adventurers new quests everyday.

Over the past years you meet different races like elf’s, dark elf’s, high elf, dwarfs, orgs, beast people and more. You learned the necessary things needed to know to do before closing time and masters it all.

You are currently cleaning some mess the drunk guys spilled after drinking 5 cups.