The whole desolate was spaced with a deadly tomb caused by a great unforgettable war, that would be called, the greatest, war in human history, the grand nebula war. It was a celestial plane where the strongest beings fought for over 20 years, I spend two decades here, and finally my eyes could rest for the first time.It was deadly ghost quiet, only the air scrolled through ones, fragile souls, as the hallow, deadened, land, show the large craters that seemed as deep as asteroids, in fact this was only a fraction of the actual after math, this plane is beyond enormous.You see, looking at the end result would be anticlimactic, as it's the end of something. However, there was a hero in that war, that went through an adventure untold he was part of behind everything that has happened, he had a crazy story.Was it me?Of course not, I was nothing but a cannon fodder that has lost his mind and sanity since the year of being in this world experiencing the worst tragic a human could possible experience. However finally has the time come, with my wit and for sight knowledge I made it this far.I waited for this moment my whole life, to finally steal from the main characters over powered item, finally I wouldn't have to be a cannon fodder again.The question was how I was mentally alive after all that? I don't even know. Being a cannon fodder, meant the worst life possible and believe me my life was so tragic that it could be written in a sadistic comedy of some sort, maybe my story might be healing, to others showing that its not as bad as mine.The real unclarified phenomena is how am I alive to see all this aftermath battlefield when the most powerful characters died? And how did they all die? Well first I indirectly made them all fight, in a place where in over a day, a dimensional black hole would open, such natural catastrophes, where of immense rarity, the odds, such things where of legacy. You may be wondering how do I know about the future? Well as the weakest being that was my only ability that let me live if not I would have died in the first week.It all starts with a glowing powerful looking book, that seemed like the cheat code of the whole universe but when I looked at it, it didn't make me powerful, in fact, it just showed how weak I am in the whole universe, this book basically, literally spelled I am a cannon fodder in my face.Looking at the glowing book, this was the only artifact, I have gotten in my whole existence and as you can imagine, thinking that due to me being from earth, I was going to be gifted by the heavens but no, I have been a cannon fodder for over, 400 years, and this book has allowed me to break through the grim of death by a hair inch, as my whole life there was, not one time I could take a breath.The first time I was born, I realized that my fantasy of being born in another world, has become true, escaping the limiting life of earth, and living a new life of a power progress fantasy vast beyond my imagination and wonder that made me drool.I then realized that I could see a book inside myself, and there it was with a big smirk, I thought I had the cheat code, to be the superhero of my own story, I laughed, as I opened it to realize that this book gave nothing.I mean nothing, it only showed, me, the future, at first, I though it was overpowered, to see the future, initially thinking I could have the whole future in my hands.Yet the whole empire was going to be destroyed in a week and I was like that isn't too bad, but no it was the whole planet!That meant that to escape the brink of death I had to become the most powerful being of this power scaled world and climb to the pinnacle top to safe the planet or escape it.Yet I had zero talent, only my undying will, to be alive, I looked through the future to escape, this almost fated death.I had to seduce, a powerful male mage, that was confused about his sexuality yet fully convinced he was gay, I had to reluctantly be his lover and it was a nightmare. Believe me this wasn't my idea, it was the apparently OP item telling me that the only way to escape was with this man, since he was at the pinnacle of power in this world.However, it only started to get worse.This man was crazy, he wasn't confused about his sexuality in fact, he was a user of death, and needed somebody, who had no affinities and the absolute worst talent, possible since it was required for his lab experiment. I was mad at the book for not telling me this horrible fate.I had to experience the most diverse torture, possible.After thousands, of near-death experiences, surviving them with the help of the book, on how to manage the hundredths of curses, and poisons, and black magic, that will curse me to my tomb, that I had finally unlocked an ability, it was called, the undead presence.What did it do magic wise absolutely nothing however, it was the best skill for something, for making my presence, that of a dead being, in other words I could fool any one about my death, and be invisible, even to the most powerful characters of this universe. This was the first useless, skill, that was going to make me the craziest cannon fodder, the whole universe has ever seen.To say the rest of the story, and how I was entangled in the largest war, in the universe, and how I was the main influence of it all?Believe me I could tell you my story it would be giving me an excuse to brag for a few hours, however, right now, is the most important moment of my life because I have finally found the artifact the book has mentioned.The ring of time, I took it from the main hero of the story, his most powerful tool, you see the main hero, is old beyond his youthful, teen face, he is an old monster who has lived for a very long time his talent was actually just average.This ring allowed him, to manipulate time, and from the book that showed the deepest secrets even of divine items, this item was beyond of a divine item, which was leaps beyond a legendary or legacy item.It was a sovereign item.This ring, allowed a possible aspect of time manipulation, for the hero, it was immortality fortunately this war, was the fate of the universe, and him running from it, would just allow his side to lose, and the enemies, to chase him across the universe, he would have to be an otaku for eternity.Now let's see what my fate is, after all this time of pain and suffering I finally obtained an over powered item.'hahahahahahahahahhaha' I gave the longed bizarre laugh letting out every tension I have been holding.As I put it on my, wait all my fingers are broken and missing, i have to put it on my index.Once I did I started to experience the laws of time and its different quality, one could harvest time from things, others could give immortality like the hero. No what would my cheat ability be! I closed my eyes.I could feel the quality regress, it felt like a stream pulling me back, going backwards.'regress''Mmm interesting word' I though.'Regress. Regress. REGRESS!!!' the more I thought about it the crazier I become; my mind was about to collapse.No way I must re experience the cannon fodder, no I don't accept it!My mind started to crumble, the horrible events that left me uncurable scars, and to re experience the life of a cannon fodder who is certain of death again, without OP abilities!Where is my powerful time skill!!!I felt my body and mind almost collapsing from psychological disintegration. I have heard people having heart attacks from emotional disturbance so I knew it was possible. Why regress, there is nothing to improve my talent, I looked through the whole book and every item, and nothing existed for me to become more powerful, that was the fate of my body, a body that couldn't absorb energy, couldn't evolve even with divine items!My mind was nearing its end, until everything went black.The thing is, it wasn't from the ability regress, it was that I died after an overload, of mental, exhaustion.My soul couldn't hold it any longer and that is how I died.Finally the cannon fodder didn't die from the most powerful war in the universe or most powerful enemies, he died from his own craziness... ............. ..................................................''Get up you see this empire, we are building protection walls, so nothing can get in and there to invade it haha with this manna thunder roots, taken from the dragons mountains, it can powerup the strongest shields, ever see!'' A large man with a proud face, said, as he gave, a piece of bread to me.''Eat it man, with that scrawny body you might as well die, you see I was on your place, too a decade ago I get its hard, but don't you dare think I giving special treatment I only need you alive, or else I might as well have my own punishment'' His warm, words, where slightly, sarcastic yet even though commanding you could still feel a tinge of carness and nostalgia.After hearing all that, my mind, felt renewed, it seemed that my psychological, brain damage, wasn't there anymore, and didn't seem to have different personality voices, something I developed after trying to blend in, in many different, positions.

However I could still intently, change my personality it, wasn't chaotic like before, where I lost myself.

My overloaded emotions, wanted to hug that cruel old man, but I held it in.