And just like that I’m a king

Five thousands soldiers s surrounded an opulent gold palice.

Every possible exit was blocked by their watchful gaze

They were all equipped with bows, spears, javelins, basically any weapon that can create distance between them and their opponent.

Ahead of the army standing at the main gates of the palice. Was a man. He held a metal pipe with a wooden Handle in his hands.

At the back there was a metal funnel. The funnel was was covered by a wodden top.

If one were to somehow look inside this funnel they would find that it was stuffed full of small metal pellets.

The guard at the gates of the palice looked at the man in confusion.

For any fool could tell that the object he held did not exist within the boundaries of reason.

The palice guard stood at the gates of the palice watching the army in fear. After all what was he to do? He's couldn't run away into the palice as that would be ground for execution.

And he couldn't defeat an army

The man raised this object pointing the mouth of the pipe directly towards the palice guards face.

Then he spoke on single infernal word.

"Bang!"

The guards head fell off his body as it was jerked backward by his helmet.

His body did a partial flip in the air before landing on its chest.

After seeing this one may ask.

Who is this man?

The answer to that question is simple.

That man is me! That right fuckers! I just invented a gun! And I'm sure you know where I am too!

I'm at the reprehensible kings palice!

I've spoken with the populace of the capital previously. So there's no way their blabbing.

And I offered the leader of the mercenary troop something more valuable than money.

Glory. With this allocade of assisting a rebellion under their belt they would be able to move on from working for wealthy merchants and start working for entire nations.

And with a curse of lust addled place like this they will have no shortage of jobs.

Little do they know that by helping me with this they'll have started the war to end all wars and by proxy their business!

Their fucking retards!

Anyways. Let's get going with what we should be get getting.

I walked into my palace my gun in hand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Anyone that I saw I would shoot.

Except for children of course. I'm not that evil.

The first few minutes of blasting were quite anti climatic.

Look at the person. Say the magic word.

Boom Shaka Chaka! A hole appears in their head.

That is until I arrived at the mid way point of the palice.

I stood atop a fancy silk carpet that was matted with blood.

Above me there were shining candles and reflective chandeliers.

And across from me there was a giant of man encased in metal.

He held an absolutely massive hammer in his hand.

It was almost the size of his body

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

With a scream he chucked the hammer at me.

I ducked to the side narrowly avoiding the hammer.

"Bang!"

I leaped to the ground the moment I spoke those words.

Shrapnel from the destroyed helmet flew in every direction.

I was lucky that most of it narrowly missed my me.

Except for one bit of shrapnel which pierced my buttocks.

Other than that I was fine. So I stood up and continued on.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

I stood in front of a squirming mass of muscle.

It was a Garen user. I had shot it about four times at this point but I still wasn't able to apply a killing blow.

~Think. Garen only enlarges your muscles and things to do with operating them right? The brain shouldn't get any bigger.~

How does one find the brain by looking at the muscles?

Simple. You need to be super humanly precise. While avoiding the whipping tendrils of muscle grappling for me I fired at the creature.

I watched for when the muscle twitched. The more delay the farther from the brain. But singles move very fast. So I had to be precise down to the millisecond.

Four shots.

Six shots.

Twelve shots.

Eighteen shots.

I found it. In the upper right corner.

"Bangbangbangbangbang!"

I shot in that direction rapid fire. And the mass of muscles seized.

Again I had won.

🐖🐐🐖🐐🐖🐐🐖

I looked at the king as he hugged his wife.

He was short and fat. Yet his wife was a beauty.

The world is cruel and sadly there were only two ways that could occur. Either he was an exceptionally good person. Or he was rich.

He's a king so obviously he's rich.

But he could be good too.

I didn't know him. And I never would.

"Embrace martyrdom king! For you die in the name of a perfect world!" I announced

The king looked at me with a glare I had only ever seen on the soon to be deceased.

"You don't even know my name. And yet you ask me to die for you!"

He broke free of his wife's hug.

And he drew a small dagger from his belt.

He clearly didn't know how to fight. Because the first thing he did while attacking me was to leap into the air.

He had the knife raised in the air he was clearly preparing to stab my head.

"Bang!"

He didn't get a chance as a hole appeared in his chest.

He fell into my arms. I hugged him as his knife clattered to the ground.

"I'm sorry. I will never know you. You die for my selfish method to attain a selfless dream."

In response the king whispered into my ear.

"My name is Fred."

And with those words he died in my arms.

I could feel a thick gunk gathering on my back.

My back in my past life was covered in it too.

It was sin.

~I'm the one who decides. And I'm a good person.~

Just like that the gunk vanished.

The king had two daughters.

And they watched what I did with trembling eyes.

The king had a wife. And she watched what I did with trembling eyes too.

I took my gun and pointed it at the queen's chest.

"Billions will live carefree lives because of you."

"Bang."

The queen died too.

All I could offer is condolences and assurance that they died for a good cause.

That's all I will ever offer the dead. Semantics and shallow formalities.

Any more would leave me dead too.