Fishing wire and god level bagging

I laid upon cold sands. The sound of waves gently crashing against the shore was crisp in my mind.

The sea smelled of fish, salt and sand.

The water would move up to touch the tips of my toes but it could move no farther.

With great effort I rolled over onto my back.

I felt the soggy press of my bag against my side.

So luckily I hadn't lost that. Still despite that I couldn't help but feel hopeless.

I was separated from my kingdom and my subordinates.

I was crippled and trapped in a random island in the middle of nowhere.

There was only one way this could go. Starvation.

"Dammit!" I snapped tears in my eyes.

I couldn't die now. There was so much more to do.

But will I even die?

~Every time I've been at the edge of death that darkness has appeared. It's what was there before I first came to this world. I died that time too. When my head was about to be chopped off, when the minor was about to kill me. When I ate poisoned apples.~

I couldn't help but ask myself. What was that darkness?

And why did it bring me to this world? Why did it want me alive?

"Fuck!"

I slammed my hand down into the sand.

I was powerless. I was in a hopeless situation and I couldn't do a single thing to change it.

It had never been like this. I had always been my own master.

Even when I was young I had some kind of power.

Why was I so powerless now?

No, I'll rephrase that. Why did this world make me so weak?!

Or was I always weak?

I grasped my skull, arched my spine and bit my lip.

My face was painted a deep crimson simply from the rage within me.

"I don't fucking know!!!"

Whether or not I live or die would be decided by the kindness of strangers and a darkness with such mysteriousness. That the only logical response I could muster in the face of it was fear.

Not only that.

I smelt the fresh scent of blood.

The cuts on the back of my knees hadn't vanished. They were bleeding heavily.

I wouldn't even have a chance to starve. I was going to bleed out right here right now.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Like a toddler having a temper tantrum I slammed my hands into the sand.

Things like this had happened to me before. But there was always a silver lining.

A fishing wire I could grab onto to float within the raging rapid of hopelessness.

I just have to be willing to let my hands bleed.

But here there was nothing like that.

There was only a portent of a slow death and a mysterious shadow looming above me with enigmatic goals.

"Jesus why are you cussing so much?"

I looked up. There right above me was a woman.

She wore short shorts and a crop top and had a spear on her back.

She had bad light blond hair and smooth tanned skin. Her arms were thick and muscled from whatever labour she had been doing And she had a deep scowl on her face.

I grinned in victory.

There it was. The fishing wire.

I extended my hand.

"Nice to meet ya fishing wire! My name's Greg!"

*thwak!*

In repose I got a boot to the face.

"Don't! fucking! Call! Me! A fishing line just because I fish for a living!"

After five kicks she had stopped.

I decide that due to the hopeless situation I was in I would let this abuse go.

I smiled up at her.

"Why didn't you run away?" She asked me. She seemed to have calmed down now

"Can't. I'm a cripple. Only my arms work." I told her with that same grin.

She looked at me with confusion.

I guestered to my slashed knees.

"Do you have any bandages."

Her face crinkled up in intense contemplation. And then she responded

"Sure."

Meanwhile

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Six men sat upon a round table.

There was a short and squat man with a bushy beard and a stern glare.

There was a red coloured man with large horns and fiery eyes.

There was a giant of a man who had to awkwardly sit on the ground in the fetal posistion to be eye level with the others

There was a ash skinned man with pitch black eyes and a theifs grin.

There was also a normal looking human. He carried himself with an aura of dominance and seemed to be the ruler of the group.

And cowering under the gazes of all five of these men was an awkward man in mages robes.

"So. How did he steal our warehouses?" Asked the human calmly.

"Our best guess is a bag of holding. But there are some flaws with that hypothesis." Said the mage

"Oh?" Prompted the dark man

"Well. How the bag of holding works is that it takes the physical laws binding the object and places them upon the soul. That's why most people can barely store more than a pound of matter and the strongest mages can store a hundred. Only a god could have a soul strong enough to store the hundreds of tons that the warehouse weighed."

The giant put his hands around his head a look of terror coming alive of his face.

"Guys we messed up! His claim of divinity wasn't false. It wasn't false!!!"

The short man grit his teeth.

"Is there any other way he could have done this."

The mage shook his head.

"None that we know of."

The human smiled.

"Guys, guys. It'll be fine. Last we heard his legs were slashed and he was thrown into the ocean. He's probably dead by now. After all. He's not an immigrant. So he should be bound by the restrictive laws of this land."

The rest of the council nodded in agreement.

"Yeah we'll be fine." They said.

The mage though. He couldn't help but shiver slightly in fear.

~I need to leave. This is a sinking ship.~ he thought