1 Intro

It was a sunny afternoon on a Friday. Klain was going home from his recent shopping trip.

"Well it seems I got everything I needed now, to go home and eat."

It was scorching hot and I didn't want to go out, but hey what can I do there was no food in the fridge.

At least I got it over with so I can relax now.

"Wait.. why is it so bright what's that light..?"

Little did Klain know that light was actually the lights of a truck coming near him. Truck-kun wins yet again.

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"Where am I..."

I look around at my surroundings but all I can find is a white wall. It's like a white box that's trapped me inside of it.

"Welcome Mortal, it looks like faith brought us together here in this... prison. I've spent countless years in this cell waiting for a successor."

"Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?"

Faced with a chance Klain started interrogating the person with a god complex.

"Oh how rude of me let me introduce myself, I am the Mighty Mighty Mighty Baking God. My goods are coveted by everyone no matter where. Even a dragon would lick my feet just for a sample."

"That doesn't answer all my questions man."

Klain still had many doubts on whether what this "God" was saying was true or not.

"To put it simply mortal I want you to be my successor, I want you to become the God of Baking."

"You're telling me you want a random person to take over your duties as the Baking God...?"

"Well.. yes exactly that you see there was a war not too long ago...hmm about Ten Thousand Years ago. I died in that war but my soul is still here in this little cage, and once someone absorbs my soul I shall be freed.

That's why I want you to be my successor."

"What do I get out of it? I am not about to brainlessly become someones successor right after I met them?"

"Power, fame, money, women if you are good enough anything can be your property."

"Aren't you just exaggerating, you're just a baking god aren't you? No fighting capabilities if you ask me."

"You underestimate me too much, do you know the power of food? Imagine a cupcake that gives you strength permanently. Bread that multiplies your power by three for an hour. The possibilities are endless."

"Alright, so what if I agree? I just get sent into the world and try to become a Baker that is regarded as a God?"

"No no no, I'll give you a gift that guides you in your journey to become the Best Baker in all Realms."

After a little bit of thinking I made my choice, I was going to do it.

"Alright I'll do it."

"You'll really become my successor?"

"Sure I don't have much of a choice anyways."

The light goes up to my forehead for a while and then steps back.

"You'll find out what I gave you after you wake up, on your way now successor."

Then I blacked out.