Grind! Games! Grind!

Hiya!, My name is Tuu-Rok! or it will be. right now I'm just Jenna. Jenna Komodoski. And Do I have a story for you? Yes!, yes I do, it's mine! well mostly. It's a story about how I became the DEVIL KING!!. No, I'm only kidding it's more about revenge, well mostly heh! heh!

So if you wanna see it unfold come back, OK!

So it all started...

In a cluttered room filled with empty soda bottles and a pungent smell, a young woman named Jenna was immersed in her favorite action RPG. She hadn't slept in weeks, her hair was greasy, and her face was covered in pimples. Despite her unkempt appearance, Jenna was determined to be the best in her guild. 

With ten bottles of soda beside her and empty medicine bottles labeled "Stay Awake," Jenna was pushing her limits. "To be the best, you have to devote! Grind! Grind! Grind! My guild will be the best," she exclaimed, her heart pounding with excitement. 

Suddenly, Jenna felt a sharp pain in her chest. She knew she needed to rest, but the thought of stopping was unbearable, suddenly she keeled over and her spirit slipped out of her body. "No!! I can't! I refuse!" she shouted as she clawed her way back into her body. 

To her surprise, a skeleton grim reaper appeared, Jenna's eyes darted between the menacing Reaper and her game. Grim Reaper looked around and then scratched his skull. "My magic should've done the trick... I guess I'll just". He grabbed her soul trying to take it. Jenna, with incredible willpower, forced herself back into her body, shocking the grim reaper. 

Despite his efforts, The Grim Reaper couldn't overpower Jenna with magic alone, then the Reaper rolled up his smoky sleeves and gave it a second attempt, he gripped her soul with both hands struggling to tug Jenna's soul away. Grim was caught in a tug-o-war.

Growing frustrated Grim placed his right foot on her back and pulled at Jenna's Astral head, Jenna, controller in hand, yanked herself from his grip causing Grim to fly back. 

He finally gave up, Grim turned away and pulled out a phone. With a trembling hand, he dialed a number and waited anxiously watching Jenna play her game. 

"Hello?" a booming voice answered from the other end. 

"Uh, hello, God?" the Grim Reaper stammered. "We have a bit of a problem here." 

"What's the matter, Reaper?" God's graceful voice was stern yet curious. 

"Well, you see, I tried to take this girl's soul, but she's refusing to go. She's got some serious willpower," the Grim Reaper explained nervously. 

God sighed. "Did you try the usual methods? Gentle persuasion, maybe a little guidance towards the light?" 

The Grim Reaper hesitated. "Um, yeah, I tried that. She's not budging." 

There was a moment of silence before God spoke again, her voice now filled with disbelief. "Did you use force, Reaper?" 

The Grim Reaper gulped. "Uh, yeah, I may have tried a little. Just a tiny bit." 

God's voice thundered. "Reaper, you know the rules! You can't use force! Souls must come willingly." 

The Grim Reaper started sweating. "Yes, Ma'am, I understand. I'm sorry, Ma'am." 

God's tone softened slightly. "Well, since you've already messed up, let's see if we can turn this into something positive. I'll Send her to a place where her strength is needed. And Reaper, no more shortcuts!"

After a long moment of silence.

The Grim Reaper heard typing, and clicks coming from his phone, as God muttered; "Born in Hmm hmm... bullied hmm, games... cause led hmm hmm.. never leaves. hmm.. started at high school... hmm hmm A fighter... The cause of emotional damage... Ko.. ta" 

God responded with a hearty chuckle. "Ah, Jenna. She's quite the character. Give me a moment, I'll be right there."

The Grim Reaper nodded frantically. "Yes, Ma'am! Thank you, Ma'am!" He hung up his phone, relieved yet slightly embarrassed. 

White glowing hair, a silver silk dress, and a youthful appearance, the aura of purity and beauty. The eight different colored glowing beads represented the chakras, and with a snap of her fingers, God appeared beside Jenna, who was still deeply engrossed in her game. God observed Jenna's gameplay for a moment, impressed by her skill. "She's really into this, isn't she?"

God raised her hand and one knee, rotating her wrist, striking a graceful pose, "It is time! to come back home!". she placed a hand on Jenna "My Child". 

God pulled, but Jenna played her game unmoved. "Huh?". God, dumbfounded pulled again, Jenna unfazed.

God peeked at Grim, then adjusted her footing, "It's time to". God gripped both of Jenna's shoulders "COME HOME!!" God said pulling a little harder.

Grim stared at God with concern and extended a hand but retreated.

God turned to the Grim Reaper, her eyes flashing with divine power. "Everything is fine! Mind your damn business!!"

God cracked her neck, and knuckles and gripped Jenna's head. Pulling JUST the head of her soul free from her body, Jenna kicked and squirmed, trying to resist God's grasp. "No! I'm not done yet! Let me finish this level!"

God, unfazed by Jenna's antics, struggled and sweating as she attempted to pull Jenna's astral form from her body. "You wanna be tough! Jenna?! I'll show you tough! I'll put you in a place where you can be as tough, as you want!"

Despite Jenna's resistance, God's determination won out, and with a mighty effort, she finally managed to separate Jenna's soul from her body. Jenna, now fully separated, looked around in awe, then started kicking and flopping around "What! No! I am not ready!! This feels weird!!. Let me GO!!" 

As Jenna's body, controller in hand, collapsed with a thud, her soul was dragged through a brilliant white door.

the Grim Reaper muttered to himself, "Well, that didn't go as planned." 

In the afterlife, enveloped by a brilliant expanse of white emptiness, stood a solitary desk and chair, placed precisely opposite each other.

God forcefully seated Jenna in a chair, then settled behind her desk, interlocking her fingers and resting her elbows on the desk's surface. with a sigh. Calmly, God asked, "Would you like to be reincarnated?". God smiled gently

Jenna's eyes lit up, and she spoke fast and with excitement, "I wanna a magic sword!!, Magic Armour!, A limitless inventory! Ooo! Yes, definitely! some overpowered skills! I Want The Ability to conjure an atomic explosion! A formless body that way, I can shapeshift! And for Sure I need to be reborn into a rich family, Just like royalty or something! You know nothing too fancy, just the essentials. And Then I want". God's smile twitched irritated as Jenna continued.

God's voice boomed with an annoyed expression, interrupting Jenna. "Look here, you little shit! You get what you get!... Sigh... I take it you wanna be reborn? yes?"

Jenna nodded rapidly.

God responded, "There are these Half-Orcs that need help, yadda yadda! prevent them from going extinct. I know you, in your weird little way will get it done! Alright, see you in your next life. Good Luck! Muscle Mommy!".

"Muscle Mommy?! I thought God was supposed to be graceful and Gentle!" Jenna thought as her vision faded into darkness, and she watched a little bright light expand. 

Jenna opened her eyes, she found herself reborn in an animal hide Wigwam; a circular, dome-shaped hut made from a framework of wooden poles covered in animal skins. The hides were carefully sewn together to create a weatherproof shelter. 

The entrance was a low, narrow doorway covered with a flap of hide that could be lifted to enter or exit. Inside, the space was cozy but functional, with a central fire pit for warmth and cooking. The walls were lined with furs for insulation and simple furnishings like fur-covered mats or animal skin rugs were spread across the dirt floor. 

Light filtered in through a small opening at the top of the Wigwam, allowing smoke to escape from the fire pit and providing a dim, natural light during the day. Overall, the Wigwam provided a comfortable and protective environment for its inhabitants, blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings. 

She was surrounded by four greenish people who looked similar to humans but with some unique features. They wore simple clothing and had pointed ears and small fangs instead of canine teeth commonly found in human beings. A huge green half-orc stood before her, looking down in confusion, and shook his head in disapproval. 

Jenna, feeling disoriented, glanced at her small green hands and then back at the giant half-orc. "What's your problem?" she thought, but before she could react, the half-orc picked her up. 

"Whoa!! Whoa!! Put me down, big oaf!!" Jenna panicked as she was flipped around to get a good look at her. Glancing at her surroundings she noticed two smaller green half-orcs nearby, and a green woman resting on animal fur. 

The huge half-orc carried her out of the hut-like structure, where she saw a crowd of other half-orcs, all looking disappointed. Grabbing her by the foot, the half-orc swung her upside down, causing Jenna to cry out in protest. 

"HEY!!! RUDE!! YOU CAN'T TREAT A BABY LIKE THIS!!" she thought, wailing loudly as the half-orc marched towards a cliff, near the village with a crowd of half-orcs following. 

As she was carried along, Jenna thought back to a movie she had seen, "Oh! This has to be Like that baby lion being held by a monkey, showing the pride, its new king?... Right?!" She cried even louder, expecting the worst. 

Finally, the huge half-orc lifted her over his head by her little leg, He was like a baseball pitcher winding up for a pitch, "Wait No! Let's talk about this!" she muttered baby gibberish before she was thrown half a mile away. Jenna's eyes widened comically as she soared through the air, she let out a yell that faded the farther she flew.