How to become trash (Pt. 2)

That's not where I wanted to go.. did the scroll not work properly for some reason? No, that can't be right. I've never even seen this place, and the scroll can only take me to places where I've been before..

"Interference from the outside, huh?" That could only mean one thing.

Someone knew that I have this scroll and changed it's destination without me realizing it. Since I didn't feel anyone's mana even though I can sense it now, that person must be strong enough to conceal his presense.

But, have I even met someone like that before?

I dug through my memory, trying to remember if I ever met someone who has that much strength. Someone who could easily walk right behind me and I wouldn't even notice it.

Walking from behind.. strong.. oh, I see. So it was you. And here I though I managed to fool that damn guy.

"Great to meet ya, "dead" fucker." I said with a defeated tone.

I didn't think that I'd meet the "dead hero" this soon, but here I am, chained up in a cage and unable to move. This, I would say, is truly the worst case scenario.

"Could you free my hands please?" I ask.

"Why would I do that? What if you tried to attack me?" He said mockingly.

"Look, we both know that even if I tried my hardest in fight againts you, I woudn't even manage to scratch you. It's not like there is something I can do to you with my hands." This was my honest opinion. I have no chance against this guy.

"Fair enough. You have five minutes." He said and clicked his fingers, which made teh chains around my arms vanish.

So they weren't real chains, but rather a spell. Well, not that it matters right now. This bastard knows that my scroll is completely out of charge, and even it wasn't, he'd have no troulble finding me again.

I took out the "How not to die." book from my inventory. What makes books of this world so great is that you just have to think of the words in you head, and the text will appear on them in your handwriting.

"Being left in a cage to die of hunger. Being tortured to death by a hero. Being tortured to death by the princess. Being kept alive with healing magic to prevent my death, so that I could be torured for a long time. Is there anything else I missed out, I wonder?" I casually dictated things for my book to write down, and the hero looked at me with a face full of confusion.

"What is that?!" The way I said it all, it sounded like I was chanting some high-tier spell. Usually, spells that have to be chanted are really strong, but have the downside of being slow to cast. If it's a spell that takes over a minute to cast, then the scale of it would be insanely big.

An explosion with that much cast-time would be strong enough to blow up everything within a mile radius, and it amkes sense why the hero was alert about my actions.

"Oh, this? It's my own book. My grand goal is to write down every single way in which I could possibly be killed. When the collection will be full, I will start testing those methods on bastards like you." I said with a sweet smile.

The hero got really mad, but held back his urge to attack me.

"Why does the princess want you alive?! Trash like you doesn't even deserve to be sent to the dump, so why am I not allowed to kill you?!" He screamed at me, and I felt an immense amount of preassure in the atmosphere.

"Haaa!!! Nice! Thanks for the shortcut, my man!" I exlaimed like a kid who is about to get a new toy.

"I don't understand." He said and looked at me with a sorry expression.

Oh, so that's how it is. He thinks that I've lost my mind. He has absolutely no idea how much time he saved for me my doing what he did.

The princess is going to send the to the dump! I feel almost like I cheated to get here. I though I would have to show myslef somehow, and then, by using the power of acting, make her hate me enough to send me to the dump. It was a plan that was bound to take months or even years to succeed, because only those who are recognized as absolutely useless junk are sent to the dump.

I had no idea it was going to be this easy, and what makes it better is that I'm not allowed to be killed, because the princess wants me to die in fear of teh mosnters which fest inside of the "dump". The strongest of the strongest.

"I really appreciate it. I truly do. Being taken to the dump like this. I'm touched to the depth of my heart." I said and covered up my eyes with my hand, just like people in drama shows do when they cry.

"Don't you dare get any closer, you filth." He kicked me in the jaw. It took him no effort, but it was enough to knock me out.

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I was in a white space, floating around like a lost soul. So I'm unconscious again, huh? Last time this happened, I had to find a door, after entering which I should come back to reality.

A while has passed. Since everything is white and I don't have a body here, I have absolutely no sense of time. I could have been here for years for all I know.

I felt like I wanted to go somewhere - the same feeling I had previously when a door appeared. I guess I can finally escape this place now.

I saw a rectagular shape somewhere in the distance. That's probably the door to reality. Is I got closer to it, I noticed something strange. This isn't the door which my instincts led me to. Could this perhaps be someone else's mind?

Well, If I enter it now my real body might just die, so I will check it the next time I lose consciousness again.

Back to the real word I go...