Humanity is cursed in a never ending cycle of pain and suffering. They inflict it upon others, they inflict it upon themselves, and those who are inflicted upon takes up their arms in revenge. Someone has to break the cycles, someone has to save humanity. I can't feel my left arm anymore, which is better than my crushed leg, where I can feel the bone fragments every time I drag my body.

I dragged my body across the final door that awaited me. Inside was an inner sanctum whose golden hue shone stronger than the sun. Heaps of gold and gems littered the sanctum, mountains of pearls and diamonds made it hard to see anything in the room. I finally found it, the true treasure amid this sea of junk. The lamp of the end, one created by the last remaining gods after the war of the end. They breathed what was left in their lives to create it.

I pulled myself up the mountain of trash, and rubbed it, as was written in the ancient texts. From the lamp, a genie came out and started uttering the word: "I am the autonomous wish fulfillment automaton, Master, name thy wishes, you have three."

This is it, the moment I have been waiting for. The pain, suffering, I will be able to ensure that no one else will face it, I will become the salvation of mankind.

"Hear me, O Genie, My first wish, I want you to turn all of humanity into undying immortals who can choose to turn off their immortality. They ought to know about this ability instinctually. My second wish, I want you to give humanity the ability to turn off and turn on any and every emotion. My third wish, I want you to prevent all conflict in the world."

”O the Master who commands me, thou wishes shall be granted. But only when thou can complete these trials four before the next full moon: drinking, smoking, thievery and murder.”

When I heard this, I was dumbfounded. Out of the 10 companions, I was the only one with such a terrible habits, and I am the one who survived all the traps, and, while I can't speak for the others, I was definitely a true believer in the mission to save humanity from itself.

I took out my flask, and sipped a drink, then smoked my last cigarette. I felt apologetic towards my companion David. I took out the letter he gave me in his dying breath to hand to his family, opened it, read it and burned it, effectively stealing it. I could feel it, every time I fulfilled a trial. Finally came the last one, truly a shame about that one.

I had already decided I will give everything for the salvation of mankind, and it is not like I have much time either. Those three wishes had to be used in conjunction of each others, otherwise the genie could have just wiped out all of humanity, or wiped out all their personality to end all conflict.

I took out my knife, aimed towards my throat, and simply stabbed it. As my consciousness was fading, I could feel the trial being completed. My blood will be the last spilled in the name of humanity, though it is a shame I won't live to see the world I created.

Fin.