Viktor Blaze

Viktor Blaze

An obviously fake name.

Yet it was the name that struck fear into the people's hearts.

If one was asked, who is Viktor Blaze? They would simply reply with: "A very dangerous guy."

"He's a pretty chill dude. Once you get to know him, I'm sure you will like him."

"I think he's a weirdo. What kind of guy brings a stuffed bear in a gunfight?"

Viktor Blaze was a gangster.

But unlike any ordinary gangster, he was a gangster with class.

If you ask him to kill someone, he will kill them in the fanciest way possible.

Starting from bloodstained roses littering across your crime scene towards the same blood-red roses raining down on your funeral.

He was the type of person that would finish what he started.

He was a man of commitment, a man of sheer fucking will.

Nobody would even think about messing with him.

Alas, that's what he also thought.

Waking up in the middle of a white room, chained on a black chair shattered his delusion. He who was feared, he who was revered, was now sitting helplessly watching a faceless naked man dancing in front of him.

"What. The. Fuck."

[Hm?] the faceless man stopped. He loomed over Viktor and began prodding him with his finger.[Hey, hey, are you sure you're Viktor Blaze? You don't look like a gangster to me~.]

"Of course! What'sit to ya punk!?" Viktor yelled with an accent. Seeing that he was in an unrealistic environment where the white room has no corners, a faceless man who has a very realistic non-existent face and very realistic well-defined abs, he began to do his spiel by acting like a thug -despite his PJ's designed like a koala- hoping that the mysterious naked man will be deceived. "Get sum pants you dickless fuck!"

[Hmm...]

A very weird scene of a naked faceless man staring at a thuggish-looking boy wearing cute koala-designed pajamas was made. If only the naked man wasn't dancing, and the thuggish-looking boy glancing at the naked man's privates, or if there is any.

[Viktor Blaze, 17, VIRGIN, works as a part-time gangster, likes cute things, beating people on the ground, and... wearing suits to look cool?] he glanced weirdly at Viktor. Wondering whether this guy was a real gangster. [A former child soldier adopted by a rich arms dealer...] he glanced up, Viktor couldn't tell what expression he was making, but he was sure it wasn't good.

[Hmm... interesting, very interesting. How did a child soldier become a gangster/mercenary for hire?]

"What the hell? Virgin!?"

[Ah, I'm sorry, was it supposed to be eternal virgin? I hear kids these days likes cool titles nowadays.] the faceless man yawned while waving his other hand. With a snap of his fingers. The room suddenly shook and various dolls appeared hovering in the air. Some of them were wearing uncanny clothing that you wouldn't see in the present era, one of those dolls was even wearing a knight's armor. Before Viktor could inspect them more, the faceless man grabbed a nearby doll.

The doll wore explorer's clothing, similar to the one Viktor saw in the movies. Although the dolls' clothing was eyecatching, what attracted Viktor's attention was at the doll's expression.

Creepy.

It was very creepy. An expression that shouldn't be put on a doll. It was twisted and contorted in so many ways that Viktor thought if that was even humanely possible. Blood was streaming down the doll's eyes as it cringes into crazed despair. Looking at the black beads representing the doll's eyes, he could see a deep fear etched in its eyes that managed to make its way towards him, giving him slight shivers.

[Like it?] the faceless man placed the doll on a black table that he suddenly manifested [This doll is what you would call an 'Avatar'. The 'Avatar' lets Gods like me view interesting mortal's lives.]

A screen suddenly appeared in front of Viktor. In it, a man wearing the same clothing as the doll could be seen waving a golden ornamented sword. His face was clouded with fear and dread. The darkness of the cave limited his vision of the surroundings, but Viktor could see 'something' crawling. It was making ticking noises as it slowly approached the man.

[This is Diego Márquez, the greatest Explorer to have ever lived.] he pointed at the brown-haired man gasping for breath. [In his past life, he was hunting down the famous thief that managed to steal his life's greatest treasure. His lover 'Dora'. The famed 'Swiper' the master of swiping tried to steal Dora's relic only to fail miserably. In a sudden turn of events, Boots, Dora's partner, betrayed her in a spike of jealousy. Boots was mad that Dora was going to give the relic to his love rival, Diego. So with no other choice, Boots decided that instead of giving Diego the relic, it was better if Swiper managed to get it. But what he didn't expect was that Swiper, the master of swiping, swiped Dora's throat the moment he held the 'Dagger of the Shadow Monarch'.]

"..."

[With the word, "Arise.", Swiper summoned Dora's shadow and made it serve him for eternity. Now, with Dora the greatest explorer and Swiper the master of swiping, they formed the greatest team that could raid any dungeon there is!] the faceless man exclaimed.

"..."

[Boots, filled with sadness and despair killed himself. While Diego searched the entire world for the location of Swiper, following his footstep wherever dungeon the name Swiper pops in, hoping to be able to find a trace and exact his vengeance, free his future wife, and form a happy family together.] he took deep breaths and did a formal bow towards Viktor. [Thank you for listening.]

.....

"...That was really unnecessary. If you wanted me to drop the act, you should've just told me so I didn't have to waste my time listening to your bull."

[Oh, it wasn't bull per se. Diego eventually found Swiper under his blade, but he hesitated in the end and Dora's shadow ended up killing him. It was really a stupid move to be honest. His tale was a lesson on how reality is often disappointing and you shouldn't waste your brain cells thinking of fantasies convincing killers to change knives.]

"Right..." Viktor ignored him and continued to watch the screen. The man now known as Diego is currently running away. As for the creature he was running away from? It looked like a spider from what Viktor could tell. A very tiny spider.

[But!] the faceless man decided to bother him again by pointing at Diego, running around the narrow passageways. [Your fantasy could come true!]

[Just like Diego here, I could reincarnate you to an alternate world where you could gather fame, riches, and women! The only thing you have to do is pay with your sou- with your privacy! Just let me make you my Avatar so I can view your life! In exchange, you can become a King! Even create a harem for yourself!] he began showing examples of other dolls sitting down on a throne made of swords, some skeleton sitting down on a vampire loli, and a slime eating grass.

Suspicious.

That's what Viktor thought. This man —no, this God is very suspicious.

"...Your Diego here is dying. Aren't you going to help him?"

[Hm?] he glanced at the screen Viktor was watching. In it, they could see a white spider with black dots on its body and six red ruby eyes staring at Diego like he was a piece of meat. [Ah? That, don't worry about it. I always warned my Avatars that I'm not their plot armor. If they die, they die. It's not my fault he wanted to explore the Great Elroe Labyrinth.]

"..."

Watching a spider eat a human, Viktor cringed in disgust. Although he was used to seeing deaths every now and then, it was his first time seeing a man screaming in pain as he gets mauled down by two sharp fangs. Tearing his skin down to his muscles and chomping him down for dinner. After a few seconds, only splatters of blood were left on the ground evidence of the struggle the former Great Explorer went through.

"Shit."

[Yeah, shit indeed. I wasted so many blessings on him that he just died like that. What a fucking loser, look! He even pissed himself.] the faceless man placed his hand on Viktor's shoulder and he began pointing at the spot where a dark mark was left on the ground near Diego's supposed crotch.

Slap!

[...]

"..."

Viktor slapped the faceless man's hand and pushed his chair away. Viktor couldn't really do anything as he was chained on the chair, but he could at least maneuver away from the psychopath.

[Hey, hey, hey! Why are you looking at me like that? Haven't you done worse than me!?]

With an innocent look on his face, Viktor shrugged. "I don't know man. Although I'm a gangster, I still have class. How could you just insult someone when they just died."

[What! Ugh, if you know how much existential power I wasted on him! And he just died like that!? Come on, it's not my fault he died like a pussy!]

"Yeah, no."

Slowly, Viktor turned his chair from the heartless bastard. Even though his Avatar just died, he just treated it as a joke and didn't even bother to look remorseful around him. How could he shamelessly ask Viktor to be his Avatar when he treats them like that?

[C'mon man, that wasn't my fault!]

"Nah, bro. I'm good. I don't know how I died nor would I care, just please let me die in peace. I don't want no reincarnation bullshit. Just send me to heaven or hell, I'm ready." Viktor said with a carefree expression.

[...How about no?]

"...Uh, what?"

[Yeah... no.]

"...That's illegal isn't it?"

[It's not illegal if I don't get caught.]

"..."

A tense silence filled the room. Viktor turned his seat around and gazed coldly at the naked man. While the latter was swiping screens, Viktor's mind raced on how he can escape here and possibly kill this nudist in the cruelest way possible.

"Look, bro-"

[That won't work on me.] the faceless man interrupted. He clutched the empty air and a red screen appeared in front of him. [Don't worry, I will just watch you. I won't even interfere with your new life so just be a good boy and stay seated.]

Bullshit.

It was total bullshit, but Viktor had no other choice but to keep quiet and glare at him.

[Ah! Found one!] he exclaimed. He glanced at the glaring Viktor and he did a grin. Viktor couldn't see it because to him the man was faceless. [Oh, yeah, by the way, if you die again I won't give you another chance okay?]

"I won't. But I will kill you though."

[Hm? But why?]

Why?

"...just because." Viktor didn't really have a reason. He just wanted to set a goal for himself. He knew that once the god sends him to a different world, there is a chance that he will fuck him up. Based on his observations, this god is the asshole type. There is a high possibility that he will send him into a certain death situation the moment he wakes up, or maybe even put him inside a body that's wanted from the world he will transmigrate into.

[Okay... Well, good luck with that.] with those words, light suddenly gathered on his palm. He cocked his hand back and swung it towards Viktor's face. Viktor closed his eyes and prepared for the attack when he suddenly felt a smooth palm touching his cheek.

[Alright, since you're the first person that wanted to kill me, I will give you a chance to ask me a question.] he said. Viktor was just about to open his mouth when the god suddenly slapped him, hurling him away from the chair. [SIKE!]

[AHAHAHAHAHAHA! You got isekai'd boi!]

As Viktor was about to lose consciousness, he could clearly see the god smile -even though he doesn't have a face-, and he heard a playful voice behind his ears.

[I'm the God of Entertainment. If you want to kill me then try it bitch.]

Hearing his words, the ever so calm face Viktor wore for his entire life broke. It revealed a bloodthirsty smile and a sharp glint in his usually bored eyes.

"God of Entertainment you say? Hah! If you think you can entertain me, then you can suck my diiii....." he raised his middle fingers and stuck his tongue out.

[And begone!]

Viktor's entire body vanished from the room. Leaving the black chair and dark chains. The faceless man stood there staring at the empty seat for a few seconds before manifesting a giant bed and plopping down on it.

[Hah... A gangster inside a delinquent's body. Hehehehe, sometimes my genius scares me.] he wiped the imaginary sweat on his forehead and began watching his other Avatar's adventures. Although Viktor was interesting, he wasn't the first. A lot of mortals have refused him, but they all succumb to him after their first taste of power. Once Viktor is in a life and death situation, he only needs to stick his golden finger up Viktor's ass, and he will come back to him crying for help.

[Hehehe, ah... All according to my calculations.]

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Viktor Blaze

Delusional Schemer

A master of his self-made martial arts called Street-Martial Arts. Viktor is known for his erratic personality and very adaptive nature. Giving him a reliable but unpredictable vibe. Has a habit of collecting cute stuff, and eating cake.

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