There I stood, foot planted on a dragon’s skull like a victory flag.
Couldn’t help but drool a little. Dragon meat is divine, and I hadn’t had it since I was still climbing the food chain.
Really tender, really tasty... but anyways, let's go back to the point.
As I watched that wretched, tasty looking creature die, I felt a warm energy... a familiar, embracing one that I thought was erased from my mind.
I was too focused on my "fight", if single-handedly whooping its ass counted as one, to notice where I'd landed.
I found myself in the middle of a bustling city. People stared. Some shocked. Some scared. Some… admiring?
Maybe my otherworldly, godly, divine, perfect and ethereal beauty captivated them. Or maybe they just were about to faint because I forgot to suppress my aura, but the first option sounded better.
But apart from their expressions and fainting, I recognized them. Their unique features, their clothes.
Then I looked up, only to find myself even more amused.The author's content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.
Skyscrapers reaching the sky, filled with glowing screens flashing advertisements, and a sky where no stars could be seen due to the blinding lights the city produced.
I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with the stench of a metropolis like I haven't done in so long...
And it hit me all at once.
I was back.
After thousands of years, after going through so much...
I survived. Almost died. Survived again. Had my mind shattered into a thousand fragments and stitched back together with duct tape and spite. I ate things I shouldn’t have, punched things no one should, and after all that… I was back. On Earth. My Earth.
But then... I saw some funny-looking people arrive. And no, it wasn’t their faces. Though... those were doing some crimes against symmetry. It was the screen floating in front of them, trying to scan me like I was a bug report.
Something in me snapped. Rage surged up and out.
Judging by the foaming mouths and synchronized collapsing, I’d say they noticed.
Oops.
I calmed myself and recalled that damned screen.
That damned system. The one that rejected me and yeeted me straight out of my home, of my world, as if I was a virus, a being not worthy enough to even exist
But I was back... and I knew exactly who was responsible.
Soon I would go find them for a friendly conversation between my fists and their faces, but first, dear reader, let me tell you how it all began.
Fasten your seatbelt and brace for impact, because the story I'm about to tell you is the reason systems have error logs, gods need therapy, and entire worlds still whisper my name like a curse.
But hey, no pressure. You could stop reading now. Just know you'd miss the part where I punch a god so hard, his followers started praying to me instead... but I'm getting way ahead of myself. That came long after the madness began.
Let's start.