Transmigrated As The Original Hero In A Game-Like World

I watched it all go to hell. The hero of the story is supposed to have it all; fame, respect, money... women. I did though. "Haa!" I laughed at myself bitterly. Turning my eyes to my arm as the blood seeped out and into the runes drawn below me. I watched them all betray me. Eri, my wizard. I watched as she made up with the bastard who made my life hell—staring as his hands trailed down into her... Then there was Ophelia, sweet, beautiful and bent over a table as that useless peasant fucked her from behind. But that was all fine, it was none of my business. Then she... You…. You, who has always helped me as an orphan from while back in the village and always showed me a warm smile… You said you'd become a knight to protect me, and yet... I watched she slurped on someone else's... I want to die. But I can't. Because unfortunately for me, I'm the goddamn hero. But that doesn't mean I can't be replaced. The feeling of eternal rest approaching my being made me smile after a really, really long time. A new Hero will dwell in my body. Please, just don't make the same mistake as I did.