I Am Tired Of Being A Hero Novel – They say wine is the root of all evil but to Ravi West, it was the beginning of wisdom. Even when he had waited inside the silver conch for one hundred years just for a chance to kill the old, evil sea monster, he had not been this patient. Excitement had not run through his veins the way they did now, it was like cocaine to an addict. Pure rupture.
Ravi West held his breath, his hands trembling slightly as he twisted the lid off the wine jar, releasing the sweet fragrance of fermented grains. He carefully poured the milky-white liquid into a small crystal bowl and raised the bowl to his lips, the sweet tangy notes dancing on his taste buds. Ravi smacked his lips, shuddering slightly.
This is it, this was the poisoned rice wine that his imperial brother in the Zhou dynasty World had served him, the fool. He had just drank one sip before the maid had rushed in and screamed that the wine was poisoned. It had taken everything in Ravi to stop drinking and drop the cup of poisoned wine but the taste had lingered in his mind for hundreds of years. So fucking delicious.
Before five seconds, Ravi had finished the entire bowl and tipped the jar for the second time, and filled his bowl. The morning sun was warm but the ground was still wet, the cold soil lay beneath pale skin. Ravi was wearing loose blue shorts as he sat cross-legged in a small corner of his farm, drinking the wine that he had buried in the ground.
He was not sure the reason that he buried it, he was more used to burying things in the ground. Money, jewelry, Dry rations, maps, bodies. He was an expert burier if that is a word. Well, he was an expert in a lot of things. So fucking good! He should have made more but he had one jar. He had just one precious jar. His mind was saying no but his body was more honest, Ravi pulled his bowl close, about to pour the third bowl when his phone rang.
Ravi rolled his eyes at the Hello Kitty ringtone, anytime he changed it to a ringtone that would not make him want to commit a crime anytime he heard it, somehow, Lisa would manage to change it back to this nonsense. He did not know what gave her the morale to keep on challenging him.
He picked up the call but he did not speak. “Ravi! Good morning! You promised the basket of strawberries from your farm. I would not let you say that you have forgotten this time.”