Chapter 38: Damion Murderthrone

Another day. I wake up and stand in a room bigger than most houses. Beautiful servants hover nearby, vying to be the first to attend to me. I eat whatever I want, drink whatever I want, and do whatever I want.

Yet, obviously, this isn't enough for me. I am one of the chosen, after all. I need to work hard for my desires. Haha, it's just another game for me. Even if I die, I have no regrets.

I stand up, look into the mirror, and check myself again. My red eyes and black hair. I'm handsome,really handsome.

If I looked like this back on Earth, I would probably be a celebrity model. But for now, I am Damion, the third prince of Sanatria. I say "for now" because I am actually not Damion.

I just woke up as him. Damion killed himself, but I don't really care why he did it. I'm just happy that this handsome man is now me.

My real name is Michael. It's a pretty cool name if you ask me. I was in my house, reading the latest chapter of Jjk, when suddenly a goddess herself appeared in front of me.

For a second, I thought this was one of my sex scenarios coming to reality, but it wasn't. This goddess, named Melody, such a beautiful woman, but yet she is a bitch.

Well, that's what I thought for a long time (still think sometimes). She teleported me somewhere and asked me questions. If I wanted to become a god.

I was skeptical at first, but she showcased godly powers I didn't even know existed. So I obviously said, "How?" She told me and it seems like gods are bored as fuck.

They don't know how to satisfy themselves anymore. So basically, I have to save 10 different worlds from destruction and apocalypses.

This was hard. Really, really hard. But I still agreed. My life on Earth wasn't even bad. I wasn't a virgin, I had a good job, and a good life with friends.

I was 21 at that time. But still, who wouldn't want to be a god? To control everything and explore limitless worlds?

I obviously agreed, and it seemed like Melody was one of the strongest gods in the universe. Every god chose their chosen human, and whichever saved 10 worlds without dying would become a god.

How would they become gods? After everything is done, they could take 10 world experiences with them, powers they achieved there, and everything else.

But not until you save every world. This is currently my 7th world. I managed to save 6 others, and let me tell you, it was hard as fuck.

One of the worlds was identical to Earth, so I had to study so hard, work my ass off and become President, and then save the world from a virus that killed 10 billion people in the end. That was the most boring one.

I didn't achieve any powers, except experience. Well, the other 5 were all magical worlds. If we combined years, I'm probably like 1500 years old overall.

But currently, I'm Damion Murderthrone, 18 years old. I was reincarnated in this body 2 years ago and obviously, I spent all this time figuring out this stupid world.

This world is too confusing. It's like many worlds in one. Like, what do you mean there are gods living above the skies?

It's just crazy. When I say gods, I mean gods of this world. Gods like Melody are much stronger. Melody controls so many worlds. These gods are weak compared to her.

She can just erase them anytime she wants. So while I was in this world, I figured out a few things. This world soon, I don't know how soon, but it will get destroyed or something else will happen that will kill everyone here.

I don't know what, but my mission is to save this world. I honestly don't feel pity for anyone here. I just have to save people so they can continue living, so then I can achieve my bigger goals.

I hear a knock on the door. It's one of my hot servants. She is so beautiful, with a big chest and a beautiful face. I swear everyone in this world is pretty. How is that fair?

She bows in front of me. It's kind of funny. But not new for me, After all, once in one of my worlds, I was a monarch.

She tells me that the king is calling for me. I follow her, and we arrive in the king's giant room.

The throne room is vast and imposing, filled with dark stone pillars that reach towards a high, vaulted ceiling.

The walls are adorned with tapestries depicting the glorious, often violent, history of Rendely. It smells of incense and power, a heady mix that makes the air heavy.

I look in front of me and see five different people. One with white hair, two twins, and a two guys with grey and black hair.

They are all Zetens. That's kind of funny. Why did Aramir call me? I listen to the conversation and it seems like these problems will live in the castle.

Problems? They might not be. I just have to turn problems into useful chess pieces. Haha. So here comes the question: how can I benefit from this? How can I use these poor kids?

I lean back slightly, watching the room with a practiced eye, absorbing the grandeur and menace that defines this place.

The king's voice booms, but my mind is already racing ahead, plotting, calculating. This is my seventh world, after all, and the game is not always the same.

Find the angles, play the pieces, win the board. Everytime there's something more at stake.

As I consider my next moves, a small, satisfied smile plays on my lips. This world, like all the others, will bend to my will.

I will master it, save it, and then claim the godhood that is my right. For now, I am Damion Murderthrone, but soon, I will be much more.

"Let the games begin," I murmur to myself, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Returning to my own room, I hear a knock again. It's Cel. This guy...he's the best person I've seen so far in this world. He's like an anomaly here.

And yeah, he is strong. I've never seen him use Neba or Zeten, but he is still strong. When I was first reincarnated here, I accidentally found him in one of the enemy bases outside of Rendely.

It was weird. Somehow in Sanatria's continent, they had him locked in a high-tech advanced cage.

They were torturing the poor kid, so I saved him and now we are best buddies. It's kind of funny. If I knew he was this strong, I would probably have killed him there.

This world is a little weird. Five continents here, all of them differently advanced. It's like they are in different centuries.

And the reason for that is Extinction. I have a theory that some places were affected by the war more than others.

Some people went extinct while some survived. Those who survived advanced much faster than those who had hard times in more than 2500 years of war. This is really cool.

Cel wants to travel to Seraphein soon. He always talks about it. He loves the baths and the food there.

I must tell him to bring back some cool things from Seraphein for me. I go and sit in front of my beautiful desk.

My desk, a grand piece of carved wood, is cluttered with maps and notes, plans meticulously laid out.

The chandelier above casts a soft, golden light, making the room feel almost sacred in its grandeur.

The servants have outdone themselves with the decor, golden ornaments, plush couches, and beds draped in the finest silks. It's a dream house, but it feels more like a gilded cage.

In one month, when the Beast Tournament starts, this is when my plan is going to start working. I'm so excited.

I've been waiting so long for this. Of course, I'm going to use my brother, the prince, the most respected and best child of the king.

The saint, the innocent kid. I kind of feel bad for him, but I have to do what I have to do. Poor Richard. His innocence will become my best weapon.