Matt curled around a pile of coins and jewels as if it were a time bomb—a blessed time bomb that would rid the world of Matt’s uselessness once and for all. Tears dribbled down his eyes as he remembered all of the months he’d wasted sitting around empty rooms, bored and alone.
But that wouldn’t be a problem any longer. He knew the whole world hated him, and so he knew that he could easily entice them to do the deed they all so wanted to do.
His frown curled into a melancholy smile as he saw a suit of armor near, a silver sword thrust into the air, shining in the sun.
“Villainous dragon, I shall slay you for that treasure!”
Matt didn’t put up a struggle. He didn’t want the treasure; release from such a cold world that treated him as both a gruesome monster and a fantastical joke was all of the treasure he needed.