I took a gamble, a smallminusculegamble that hasabsolutelyno risk to me whatsoever, but a gamble indeed it was


    I waschoosingthe first world to be my sandbox. What shall I choose? Magic, RPG style, Zombie survival? The number of choicesareinfinite


    "The second option soundsappealing" I thought as I tore a hole through reality to my new destination and all went to black


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    As the darkness faded a new worldexpandedaround me, full of lush greenery and dense woodlands. Uninterested in mybeautifulsurroundings Iproceededto the first stepofshedding my boredom,purging the moral compass I once held so dear and the bias to kindness with it. As I began to purge said compass from my mind I began to feel a sense of balance, I did not feel kindnor,cruelgood nor evil. But I felt I was capable of doing both.


    As I finally began to focus on the world surrounding me I felt an ominous air, "This world is more corrupt then is seems" I dryly laughed, and began to head towards the nearest townThis story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    As I walked I thought about all the things I could do in this world, help the demon king, kill the royal family, become the hero? Each idea brought a growing sense of amusement and apprehension


    As a reached the first town I encountered in this world I thought only one word, "Disgusting". This collection of shacks was barelyqualifiedto be a town as dust, mud, feces and heavyvegetationwere scatteredamongstthisso-calledtown.


    The peasants themselves were no better off but Inoticed something odd, I felt intense gazes coming from these peasantscontainingextremefanaticismand reverence. I hadrealizedmyblunder,myappearanceand godly aura were still visible. I in my weaker times was jokingly called an angel due to my silver hair with a prismatic gleam and my eyescoloredan odd everchanging prismatic grey, with a final kicker of skin as white as jade.Despiteall these features I by some godsend managed to still look handsome and masculine.


    "Angel!" one young girl shouted, with this word the entire crowd becameinvigoratedand stormed towards me. Which in all likeness looked like a herd offilthyshitcoveredwolves all wanting to get abite?"Please heal my wife!" "Can you save my garden!" "Take my children with you!" all these voicesclamoredover each other creating a kind of buzz.


    I who have finally reached my limit, raised my hand. As my hand went up the crown went silentanticipatingwhat divine message I wasgoing to deliver. I connected my middle finger to my thumb and snapped my fingers.


    Turning every single man, woman and child into a mist of blood