I'm A Hero.

It seems like soldiers who died during World War II are still remembered and honored. Except for a small number of outcasts who don't. And there were many of them. If one person saves the world, they will definitely be remembered – it's obvious. It's strange that you say the opposite, that you like to exaggerate and portray life as some kind of garbage. And even if they aren't remembered (let's say he was a hero, but not in the public eye), it doesn't matter to the hero anymore – he's dead. This is better than wandering alone (by the way, I doubt that wandering would last long), thinking about what a scumbag you are (but if such thoughts don't arise, then there wouldn't be a dilemma, because the first option isn't considered by such people), and how bored you are, and instead frantically start looking for survivors who, a priori, don't exist. A terrible end.