AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS INCREDIBLY LONG BOTH BY WEB NOVEL STANDARDS AS WELL AS COMPARED TO THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS IN THIS STORY!
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THIS WILL BE THE ONLY CHAPTER THAT WILL EVER BE THIS LONG BECAUSE ITS A PROLOGUE/INTRO THAT I BELIEVE WILL CONVINCE YOU TO KEEP READING!
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ALSO, STARTING SOON I WILL BE RELEASING FULL AUDIO RECORDINGS FOR EACH CHAPTER! SO MAKE SURE TO SUBSCRIBE TO THE YOUTUBE AND STAY TUNED FOR THAT!
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I HOPE YOU ENJOY AND THANK YOU FOR READING!
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"GAHHH!!"
SPLOOKSH!
Crimson stained the earth as screams of terror blared through the air.
Under the pitch-black sky, a mountain of bodies were piled atop one another, creating a tower of carcasses that soared above, nearly reaching the clouds.
Within a small city, 2-story buildings were aflame all around, sending billows of smoke surging into the air and enshrouding the entire area.
The dimness of the lightless sky was illuminated by the flames scattered about the lands.
As the running blood ran hot and terror ran rampant, the source of the destruction stood at the center of this city, surrounded by corpses.
Absolutely everything was left to ruins, and this man, the cause of this disaster, simply stood there with a smile on his face.
Yet, amongst this chaos, a group of individuals heavily armed with swords, spears, and bows approached him, a look of fear, anger, and confusion plastered across their faces.
"Why?" one of them asked.
The culprit looked over at them, "Hm?"
"Why would you do all this Oz?! Do you not fear the punishment of the Creator?"
Yet Oz simply smiled at this, "Heh... hehehehHAHAHAHAH!"
His chuckle had deformed into a maniacal laugh, making all surrounding people take a step back as they questioned his sanity.
Finally, as he regained himself, he gave a cold stare, "Creator? That is what you call that to which you allow to rule over you?"
"You!"
"Blasphemous!"
"You will not speak ill of the creator, you bastard!"
Yet even with that festering anger, none dared to approach, and so Oz continued.
"You worship the entity that rules you all like cattle, yet that is when I realized. If a God is simply one that rules and is worshipped by all. Then what is stopping me from becoming the entity you worship?"
"You little!"
"Ah!" Oz revealed his hand from behind his back, revealing what looked to be a pulsing fetus that gave off an ethereal golden glow within his grasp.
"It's real..." one of them murmured out in disbelief.
They all stopped in place, hesitant of what to do.
One of them called out to him, "You will be persecuted for this! The Creator will not tolerate this heresy!"
Yet, Oz only replied with a smile, "How's your Mother doing?"
"You!!" with a face full of anger, the man charged ahead, spear in hand.
However, Oz swiftly threw the fetus into his mouth and jumped back, smiling as his arms spread out wide.
At that moment, a surge of golden light rushed through the area, enswirling Oz and pushing all of them back.
The group looked around in panic, "What's going on?"
The bodies piled high in the air began to dissolve into fine golden powder, traveling towards Oz and dissolving into every part of his body, causing him to steadily glow a bright golden glow.
Veins bulged from his forehead as his eyes became bloodshot, yet even so, a toothy grin shone through his pained expression. "And, now, I ASCEND TO GODHOOD!"
A panic-stricken face donned on the party's faces as they watched in fear, unknowing of what to expect, yet then...
BOOOOOOOOOM!!!
His body exploded into bits, sending out splats of blood so thin and wispy it was nearly powder, causing the fierce gust of wind to dissipate.
As the raging storm calmed down and the group realized the body was gone, they all got up one after one another.
"Is he really gone?"
"I hope for everyone's sake he is."
"And what about the Relic?"
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"It's gone."
Silence overtook them before the one who had charged at Oz spoke to them, "Come, the bodies are all gone. We must go and report back. I don't know what that monster had planned on doing, but he's gone, and good riddance."
They all nodded as they turned back and left.
However...
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In a sea of pitch-black where time seemed nonexistent, an entity was drifting through.
This being was shaped like a white blob, starkly standing out in this stygian plane; however, the entity was Oz, and the only thing he could see was darkness, with all of his other senses failing to pick up anything.
No sight, no sound, no touch, no taste, no smell.
Nothing.
'Where am I? Did my ascension fail?'
Yet as time continued to drip by and his mind raced, the answer finally came to him as he exclaimed in shock, 'Ahh, I see. I didn't meet the full requirements.'
The sound of nothing filled the void as he thought to himself, 'I've sacrificed the bodies of 10's of 1000's, including my own body, wracking up knowledge over the years; what more can I offer?'
Yet, as if a silent voice spoke to him, an answer appeared within his mind, 'Ahh... my memories...'
The silence of the void remained quiet as if answering, confirming his assumptions.
'Hmm, so be it! Even if it is a new world I must go to, Godhood shall be the path I accept, and I will reclaim my memories in due time, until then!"
With that, like a light switch was flipped on, a blinding light suddenly flashed in front of him as the world became a blinding white, and a feeling of being sucked in overtook him!
SHOOOOOOOSHHH!!
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There before his eyes was a vast chamber with golden chandeliers hanging from the 50 meters (165ft) high ceiling.
The marble room was adorned with gold, silver, and so much jewelry it could make one go blind.
Oz's chocolate-colored forehead wrinkled, trying to think hard of how the hell he got in this situation or who the hell he even was!
A bald, white-bearded old man stuck his wrinkly finger that resembled a moldy carrot out towards Oz, "This disgusting vermin shall be banned from the institution~ forever!!"
'What?!' confusion took hold of him as his head throbbed, 'My memories, who am I?..'
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{A Few Days Later...}
WACK!!
"Hehehe, you sure are spongey newbay!" a 400lb (181kg) burly man over 6'7in (200cm) laughed out as he sent another fist flying at Oz, whose knees were already buckling.
WACK!!
"Ughh!" Oz was sent into a 5ft (152cm) tall pile of dung, soaking him.
The clear blue sky beamed down its splendid rays of light, illuminating the muddy fields littered with piles of dung.
However, what was most strange was that the sky above was without an incandescent source, no sun or stars in sight, just the empty light blue sky giving off a warm, gentle glow.
"Hehe, looks like I'm doin you a favor newbay!" as the burly man ran up to punt Oz.
WACK!!
Oz's head snapped back, his vision beginning to black out, "Hehe, now ya safe from them, beasts!"
Oz's obsidian eyes glared upward with a look of utter contempt, "Oh?" The burly man reached down, pulling the boy up by his curly neck-length silver dreaded hair, "Why do you seem so mad? Have I not been good to you?"
The burly man faked a sympathetic look before flashing a toothy smile and cocking back his arm.
WHAM!!
Oz felt all the air leave his body, GASP.
The burly man laughed and dropped him, letting his face slap fall back on the muddy ground.
The burly man stood over the boy, licking his lips.
His plump belly quivered as if trying its damnest to hold back its urges.
His unscrupulous neck-length red hair and beard flowed wildly, matching with the bright red-beast fur stretched to max capacity around his protruding waist, only making him look all the fiercer, yet also adding color to the otherwise dreary-looking brown rags he was clothed in.
The man's twitchy red eyes filled with lust hungrily gawked at Oz.
"Listen newbay, my…" a sly smile spread across his face, "Pleasure toy went missing, so I figure I'll promote ya."
Oz's eyes snapped back to focus before his whole world started spinning, "You clean up that gunk on ya by tomorrow, ya hear? I ain't much into dookay."
As the burly man walked away, he spat out, "If ya ain't clean, ya can bet the beating you'll get is gon be even worse, kekeke!
Oz lay there in the pile of dung, his hoarse voice whispered softly, "Why… why the fuck am I even here?"
He thought back to the first memories of coming here a few days ago…
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