Prologue: What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger!!! Right? (Edited)

"Stupid! Just, fuck, fuck, fuck you, David!!!" Ken growled in exasperation at the scene of Adam Smasher pointing the barrel of his gun down at the broken form of David Martinez.

<"Well, it's been fun."> Adam Smasher said slowly in his robotic monotone voice before blasting at the smug face below.

Ken was silent as he watched the show come to a depressing and regretful end. Closing his browser he rolled his chair back and wiped the tear stains from his face. He took a long breath in and then let it out staring at the ceiling of his room.

Then after a minute he raised an arm and stuck up his middle finger and said "Fuck you, you guys just had to make another one of these jokers, but the hype was real, I have to admit it."

With a grunt, he turned his chair around and rolled into his bedroom. Taking apart his rig he lifted himself onto his bed and sprawled himself onto the bed.

He lay there doing what any other enthusiast would do when they watched a good show and got blindsided by what he just witnessed. Imagine what could have been and rant about it!

"Like I get it. You got a whole lot going on before and after but seriously David what the HELL were you doing? All that potential, that beautiful crew full of close friends, that was like, base Night City changing platform. And you just had to go off the walls and push so hard on CyberWare that you completely ignored what happened to Maine!!!"

"Like fucking be what you should be, the hero, not a fucking legend with a shot glass to your name as the only thing to remember you by. Shit, like what the fucking hell!!"

Propping himself back up with his hands he glared forward and said " If I had even half of what he had I would have dominated those sleazy corpo's, and psycho-borgs, and put what Keanu did to shame. "

Still glaring forward he looked downwards to his legs; or a leg and a stump that cut off from calf down. With balled fists, he growled, "If I had even half his chances!"

That's right our protagonist Kendle McCoy, former fitness enthusiast, former outgoing influencer tourist, and Cartoon lover now is; drumroll, please! Ken is a lonely Orphan and cripples thanks to a freak truck accident that took both his parents and baby brother as well as his leg. Now he lives comfortably in a 4 room housing complex alone thanks to some really good lawyers and what was left of his online influence. He now has enough money to spend a lifetime playing games and reading his favorite novels without having to ever leave his home again. He should be rejoicing from the top of his lungs at the classic Shut's wet dream. Right!?Riiiiight?!

Sadly he was half and half about this predicament. Punching the bed into what was as always, very soft and very comfortable. Kendle lost his momentary outburst to no reprieve in the silence of his room.

He just slowly laid back down and tried to slowly empty his head, hoping that his dreams would give him a little relief from his heartache.

But here's the twist! When Kenny boy laid his head back down his head didn't stop to land on the bed instead it was like flipping back into the open air. Panicking, his chest seized in fear, Kendle reflexively grabbed at his sides trying to get his balance back to his surprise he grasped nothing but air!

Disoriented and confused he continued flipping backward Fumbling his limbs every which way as he continuously fell into what seemed like open air only to see in the flashes of sight gained from his tumbling an array of shapes and colors that flashed in and out of existence all around him.

"What the fucking hell!!!!" He screamed as he fell more and more downwards into a spiraling landscape. Only to be greeted soon by an open room in the middle of that space.

Well, let's say his landing was unpleasant, to say the least, but to be expected in this situation. With a sickening crack, Kenny boy had intimate contact with the floor face first.

When he came too, Kendle was dizzy with a massive throbbing headache and a pain that spread throughout his entire body. Grinning at the pain Kendle tried to prop himself up but when he opened his eyes he saw IT.

Standing there before he was a tall monstrosity given human shape. Standing over 8 feet tall and twisted deformed limbs. Patchwork-like skin that was pale in some places and blackish red like dried blood in others; It boiled and ruptured constantly like an open wound that refused to heal. It had crooked long thin arms that ended with needle-like nails that scraped across the floor. The face was nothing but stacks of wrinkles and short pointed ears.

Somehow seeing him get up IT started walking towards him in a leisurely manner. Seeing that nightmare of a creature walk towards him sent Kendle into a panic, ignoring his pain in a rush of adrenaline he flipped onto his back and started pedaling backward with all his might.

Seeing this the creature stopped and tilted its head, then slowly lifting its arm it made a sudden claw gesture towards itself. At the same time, Kendle was lifted off his back with some kind of vice-like grip and yanked in Front of that monster pinned in midair like he was nailed onto a cross.

"What kind of force shit is this-" Kendle's outcry at his sudden situation was interrupted by a sudden hissing Echo that rang throughout his ears that shut him up.

-Silence-

The creature started walking around him like it was examining him with its eyeless face. Its feet dragged across the floor as it looked at its quivering prey before it. After half a minute of prowling around him, it stood before him again and bowed into an awkward showman bow. Then it spoke once more in that disembodied hissing of a voice.

-Kendle McCoy, Congratulations!!! You have been selected for a one-way paid trip for a heroic and marvelous adventure in which you will go off and try to survive in some of the most hostile environments your humanity can create in your gorgeous and twisted minds. There you can do whatever you please at a select cost of my choice you have no choice to accept but I do have to inform you before we begin the messy part-

Silence prevailed in the air as Kendle tried to grasp onto what was happening only to dryly start with

"What he-"

Only he didn't get far into his question before those needle-like hands stabbed themselves deep into his gut. Eyes popping out in pain and surprise; but mostly from pain. His breath seized as he felt something bubbling up his throat.

That melted face pressed close to his and began again. The tone grew in what Ken thought was impossible at first even colder and more menacing.

-Don't interrupt me brat. I'll lose what little focus I have to keep myself from tearing you apart. Here's what's going to happen, kid, you have been selected to go off into the heavens by a select few worlds with a system of the lords choice, the gods will give you the chances you complained so desperately for.-

-But,- It said slowly wriggling its fingers still pierced deep into his abdomen. -There's always a price to pay for something you are not worthy of, and some people on high think that you haven't earned it at all! So that's where I come in; I will decide your punishment and cost for the powers that you will receive. I will choose the form you will present to the gods and trust me it will be a masterpiece. So enjoy the ride and let me do my job. Do you understand???-

Oh, Ken understood completely at this point but the thought of this asshole that was torturing him already in that smug hiss about not suffering enough. His head boiled in rage as he glared at the bastard. His only response to the question was to spit on that face with a glob of saliva and blood.

It stood there silent for a moment and then slowly a wrinkle opened on its face that was a Joker-like demon smile that took over half of its face.

-Oh I knew you were going to be fun.-

With that said It ripped its hand out of Kendle's stomach and surprisingly with it came out his soul as well. Throwing him away across the room it raised its other hand and waved over his still crucified body hanging there. Kendle could only watch in horror as his body turned into ashes.

-You don't need that flesh bag where you're going anyway. Your soul is the only thing besides the body I make for you that will arrive at your destination. My craftsmanship is recommended everywhere in my hell so,- It said sarcastically as it walked back to Ken's disembodied soul with that creepy grin still on its face -Shall we begin?-

Kendle glared upwards at that demon and spit out "Do your worst Bitch."

The grin grew even wider as eyes began to open up all over that sickly face each looking at him in glee. Claws slowly grew longer and it menacingly approached.

Let's say Kendle regrets his words in 2 minutes because thirty seconds later he began to scream!

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Authors Notes

So I'm new to writing but have an amazing and complicated world to work with. I'll appreciate any support from readers and any comments to help because I'm in this for the long run and will improve as I go.

First question though

Protagonist's name I couldn't get a hold of what I should stick with to call him. Should I stay with his full name nickname or even a Japanese name to fit the world of naruto Do you guys decide

Kendle

Ken

Kekkai Mēkā