[ WP ] You have reincarnated in world where there are heroes , dragons and demons and you are villager number 231 .

A dragon thudded across the picket fence as a winged demigod flew into the horizon steady on his tail. The dragon was grievously wounded but would not go down without a fight. He mustered all his strength and bellowed as he rained fire in his vicinity. Our hero was well prepared for this as he dodged the dragons attacks with unassuming grace. Meanwhile, the barn nearby was not so lucky to escape the dragon's wrath and caught fire quite easily. The hero dealt a fatal decisive blow to the dragon as it crashed into the tiled roof of the estate. The menace that had been plaguing the village was vanquished at last. 
 
 Dave was quite happy about the dragon being vanquished and everything. However, he was not as pleased with the fact that his entire property and by extension, his livelihood been utterly destroyed in the process. The beast had been dragged off to be cremated, the villagers were celebrating, the heroes had swooped off after briefly hanging around to be honored and adored and Dave had been economically ruined for the forseeable future. 
 
 Despite his anger, Dave was clueless as to how he could seek recourse. Defeated, he went in to join in the drunken revelries. In spite of being absolutely ordinary in every other way, there was something that was very odd about Dave. Whenever he passed out after having a drink too many he would have dreams, dreams that were more like memories, memories from a previous life that he seemed to have lived in some place called New Orleans. Tonight after he passed having drank too much as usual he had similar visions of past memories, visions of a flood which had destroyed his house, leaving him devastated. However, he remembered something else too. A man coming from a higher authority to inspect the damage and compensating him for his heavy losses. 
 
 Dave woke up the next day knowing exactly what he had to do. He was no hero but he had a quest to go on himself. He had no great powers or a strong lineage to speak of, however, his quest was no less important than the slaying of dragons or the vanquishment of demons. Far too long had the common villager borne the economic burden of these heroic battles. Dragons and demons, heroes and gods, their wars had nothing to do with him and yet he was the one left with the bill. 
 
 Dave would set out on a journey the very next day to the heart of the kingdom and see the king himself. For now, he had a new purpose in life. To lobby the king and obtain government backed property insurance for all his fellow countrymen. Dave was son of no god. Yet, he was determined to be a hero of the people in his own right.
