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Diary of a Retired Reaper

Barry was your average college student, if you don't count the fact he was doing well. That was until he stubbed his toe and then fell down some stairs and snapped his neck. He goes back to his room to find a black notebook that is apparently his diary, who also happens to be written by his past self and also the god of death. With the new knowledge Barry decides to go on a journey to the peak of the multiverse. Traveling from planet to planet to finish his diary.

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Battle Gods Debut

I wake back up to find Angelica gone and using the analog clock we had I find out classes start in exactly 5 seconds and I couldn't be bothered to teleport over there. When I walk in late the instructor, who looks like an average body builder, starts grilling me.

"Why the hell are you late?" He shouts this and he walks into the sunlight making his head glisten.

"Why should I show up on time? You got nothing to teach me anyways." This makes a vein pop on his head while everyone looks at me like I'm insane. Everyone backs up from the arena in the center and the instructor walks over.

"Alright then kid, prove it. Show me what You've got." Feeling that this guy is actually quite strong, I decide to use the battle gods personality for the first time. The second I switch it on I flash a grin and pull my scythe out before spinning it twice and pointing the blade to the ground.

"Let's dance." As I say this the instructor dashes towards me and I block his sword swing by spinning my scythe to hit it away.

He dashes back and I rush towards him while slashing vertically down and he barley dodges while I follow up by sending a flurry of punches his way. He manages to block or dodge them but his sword is looking worse for ware.

I fake an opening and the guy dashes towards me at top speeds and I make it look like I'm tripping and pull the scythe out of the ground by the blade and have it hit him in the face. The handle leaves a mark on his face and he stays down while I 'catch' myself.

"Oops" This enrages the man further and he literally shouts at the top of his lungs and gets up while trying to kick me. I simply grab him and start spinning and throw him back into the floor, this time I left a crack in the floor.

He gets up again this time spitting a little bit of blood. He wipes it out before I put the scythe away and dig my feet into the ground while signaling with one finger to bring it. While he dashes over from the other side of the ring I take the time to look over vital scans.

Everything with me was fine aside from the ludicrous amount of adrenaline going through my system. When the guy finally reaches me he swings horizontally this time and I just catch the blade. He struggles to push it some more while I just hold it there.

"You're going to have to better than that." Hearing this seemed to be the mans last straw and he uses his cultivation technique to increase his strength. I just throw him and his sword back a few feet.

"Disappointing." I look over to find all the adrenaline in my system now disappearing and in frustration of having this back out of a mans duel I cast all one hundred of my flying scythes. Everyone's mouth is wide in shock while the instructor just faints on the spot.

I switch off my personality and walk over to my next class and find that it's once again history I open the door and find an empty seat while everyone stares at me. After a few seconds the professor speaks up.

"This is the third years clas-" I switch back to the battle god for this.

"Oh, Don't mind me. I'll just sit here because the pussy running the last class fainted." Everyone just stares at me for a few seconds before the teacher just shrugs and keeps teaching.

While I sit some third year from the back decides to throw a paper ball at me. I switch off the battle god and I just catch the ball before making a shadow hand above his head and grabbing his extremely long hair and slamming his into the desk a few times.

I glare back at the man who now has a broken nose and looks humiliated, but what's that got to with me. I just keeping listening while everyone just takes notes. After the period ends I just teleport back to the hallway and find Angelica.

"You're not supposed to be here."

"Whatever, what do you have next?"

"Basics of Magic."

"Alright let's go." We both just walk off and enter the classroom while everyone looks weirdly but says nothing. I walk and the lecture begins, and it's completely wrong on a few points about magic and doesn't know everything I do.

I just wait for the period to end before lunch hits. All the students leave the premise to go eat something but I just swallow a energy pill and go to the forge. When I walk in there's just a woman in here twenties hammering away.

"How can I help you?" She says this without looking up. I was originally expecting someone on the level of the instructor but she's way above him.'

"You wouldn't mind if I stay here and use the room would you?" She just nods her head and I go over to a forge and I get the temperature of the flame before making my own and taking out my two glocks and the magic metal and start working.

I keep going for awhile until my first one is done. It used a quarter of my magical metal to make the finished product. I had lengthened the barrel and slide so that the recoil was non-existent and the weight wasn't an issues.

The magical metals had made the bullets shot much stronger. So much so that it could probably pierce a tank if I shot a bullet at them. The ammo was only six a gun and I only had normal rounds on me.

I go back to working on the second one and I finish this one in just 10 minutes. It was the same as the last one but it had just a bit more power and recoil.

The guns were a bonus but I really came here for another reason, my katana.

Why use the personality? Becuase thse fights would be fucking boring and I like this version of him for fighting small fry. I was orginally going to have this be extremly stoic and analitical but here we are. I personally like this one more than the other personality Idea.

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