Chapter 1

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"Alright, everyone! That's the bell! I'll see you all in three months or so!"

The teacher said, sighing happily as she began packing up her things.

Unlike the students around me, who were smiling brightly at the prospect of a three-month break, I remained stone-faced. School didn't really matter to me; it was just something that existed.

I packed my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder as I navigated through the crowd of excited classmates making plans for their vacation.

Should I just sleep for the entire three months? Nah, I can't be that lazy... Maybe I should work part-time?

Suddenly, an idea struck me: I could catch up on all the anime I'd missed and maybe rewatch a few series I'd forgotten about.

Or I could start watching that Helluva boss show, I heard it was pretty good.

Finally, I headed home, racing straight to my room. Thankfully, with my parents gone, I had the house to myself—

"Wow, that got dark really quickly."

What's wrong with me? Guess that was just an intrusive thought...

I'd shake my head, ridding myself of such thoughts as I grab my laptop, opening it up and heading to youtube as I clicked on episode 1 of Helluva, beginning my short binge of the series

A couple dozen minutes passed. I'd already have been on episode 3, half way through said episode. The episodes were short in general, yet I enjoyed them alot, Hell, I already had a favorite, The owl chick Octavia. Now, I was by no means a furry, but I have a thing for chick's with accents. And Goth chick's. And chick's with attitude- Girls in general...

I'd sit up, feeling nature's call as I head to the bathroom, getting ready for the leg shaking piss.

And it did, my legs shook so hard I fell, my head smashing right into the sink counter...

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"And that's how you died—you fell over while pissing—PFT!" The old man chuckled, covering his mouth as he fought to contain his laughter.

"...." I couldn't even be mad that he was laughing. If I were in his position, I'd be laughing my ass off too. But that didn't make it any less embarrassing, dammit!

The man coughed into his hands a few times, trying to regain his composure. "Alright, alright. Originally, I was planning to just send you on your way, but I haven't had a good laugh like that in eons! You'd be surprised how many other gods there are that aren't nearly as funny."

Tenma would "Blink", staring at the God in embarrassment.

"So what now? What happens to me?"

"Well, I've decided to send you to a different world, of course, ill have to remove the majority of your memories. But I'll give you something to help you on your journey."

The God put his hand on his chin, seemingly thinking about what he should give me. I didn't think I should voice out an opinion, what if It was too greedy? Or too little? It was best to let the God choose.

"How about I give you the skills of sun wukong. Well, not immediately. But you'll gain access to more and more of his abilities as you grow in power and age. Sound good?"

Before I could reply, the God snapped his fingers, my vision going white

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1986

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Eventually, my vision began to adjust, though everything remained blurry and hazy. I could just make out the faint outline of a woman holding me. Was this… my mother?

Her warmth surrounded me like a comforting blanket, and though her features were indistinct, I could sense her smiling softly. Somehow, I just knew...

But then, without warning, she gently set me down, and her presence began to fade. I blinked, trying to focus, but she was already gone. Just like that.

The emptiness that followed was strange and unsettling. I wanted to move, to call out

But the only thing that came out was a cry, a loud one that no doubt startled anyone nearby.

After a few seconds, a woman opened the door, however that was all I saw before the world grew dark.

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1991

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The first 5 years of my life went very well, Although there was some strange things. First, when I was merely two months old I was able to walk perfectly, no matter how much I knew already, my little body should have prevented that from happenening.

But it did, hell I noticed that compared to kids my age, when I was one I was already dozens of times stronger. I could have taken out a 10 year old with a damn headbutt!

As I grew, My confidence grew with me .especially when I caught glimpses of my reflection. I mean, damn! Even though I was so young, I realized I was ridiculously handsome. Forget Adonis, he didn't stand a chance in hell next to me!

My golden hair shone like the brightest sun, practically glowing whenever I stood outside. And my eyes. Bright, golden, and unnaturally vivid were something straight out of a fairy tale. People would stop and stare, and animals seemed drawn to me, as if I radiated some kind of otherworldly charm.

I'm like a Disney princess...But actually cool.

By the time I was five, I was much taller than I should have been, standing at around four feet tall. Well that wasn't the weirdest thing.

I actually had a golden tail! But what was even more odd was that nobody seemed to see it, like something was preventing them from seeing it, but I wasn't complaining, it actually felt really nice.

Currently, I was perched on the branch of a tree, a good ten feet off the ground. Climbing up here had been easy. I didn't even need my tail to help me, though it flicked lazily behind me as I sat, like some kind of monkey, and mind you, that was one of the nicknames the kids at the Orphanage decided to call me. Monkey boy, even though my name technically meant the same thing. But better.

"HEY VALIN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU TO GET DOWN FROM THERE!" Sister Maria, the Head of the Orphanage called out.

She was the one that took me from the doorstep all those years ago, and she made sure my days were filled with love and warmth.

For that, I'm eternally grateful.

I lazily hopped down from the tree, landing neatly on my feet. It's true that lately I've been quite the trouble maker, pranking some of the older kids and staff.

One of my pranks involved me hidding under one of their beds and grabbing their legs as they got near.

The memory still made me chuckle. Their scream had probably woken up the entire orphanage, and the way he stumbled over himself trying to escape? Hilarious.

Unfortunately, Sister Maria didn't find it quite so funny.

That little stunt had earned me a long lecture and a week of cleaning duty. Scrubbing the floors with soap water wasn't exactly my idea of fun, but it was worth it for the look on their face.

"Valin...are you the one who put the itching powder into Timothy's underwear and shirts?" Maria said, pinching the bridge of her nose, seemingly trying to calm down a headache.

"Nnnnope~" replied with a grin far too wide to be innocent.

She let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose with even more force. "Lord give me strength…"

As she turned away, muttering under her breath, I couldn't help but smirk.

"Valin, its almost time for lunch, why don't you help me set up?" Sister Maria said, her voice calm but carrying that tone, the kind that left no room for arguments.

She gave me a pointed glare, the kind only she could manage, as if silently daring me to even think about pulling another stunt.

I raised my hands in surrender, grinning from ear to ear "Alright alright, ill help Sister Maria."

Her expression softened just a little, though I noticed her gaze lingered on me as if she still didn't trust I wouldn't sneak a frog into someone's soup. I couldn't exactly blame her. Last month's flour explosion in the kitchen had probably cemented me as the resident menace of the orphanage.

I followed her inside, grabbing the stack of plates and utensils while trying my best to look like a reformed saint. "See? I'm being helpful," I said with a smirk.

Sister Maria shot me a wary look as she wiped down the long dining table. "Sure...Whatever you say Valin."

"Hey, give me some credit!" I teased, carefully setting the plates in front of each seat. "I'm perfectly capable of being responsible when I want to be."

She snorted, clearly not buying it. "You? Responsible? The day you stop causing chaos is the day pigs fly."

"Maybe they're just waiting for me to invent a way to make it happen."

She groaned, shaking her head as she fought to hide a smile. Despite all my antics, I knew Sister Maria cared about me. She was tough, yes, but she had always been my caretaker, the one person I could count on to guide me, even when I drove her completely mad with my pranks.

By the time we'd finished setting up, the sound of other kids rushing in echoed through the hallway. Sister Maria gave me one last glance, eyes narrowing. "And don't you dare switch the sugar for salt again, Valin."

I gasped dramatically, clutching my chest. "Would I do that? I'm hurt you'd even suggest it!"

"Try me."

I couldn't help but grin as I grabbed the pitcher of water. One harmless prank never hurt anyone… But this time? Maybe I'd behave.

For now.

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1999

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I'd begin walking around, I had just woken up a few moments ago, so I was still quite tired.

I had expected to be woken up loudly by one of the other kids, or even Sister Maria's usual loud shout of "Valin, up! Now!" But today, the orphanage was unusually quiet. Peaceful, even.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I wandered through the hallways, my bare feet padding softly against the wooden floors. Morning light filtered in through the tall, dusty windows, casting golden rays on the old, weathered walls. It was rare to have a moment like this, where everything felt still.

At ten years old, I was far stronger than any of the other kids, and, if I were being honest, stronger than most adults I'd seen. My compact yet muscular frame wasn't bulky, but toned, like someone who spent years training in swimming or martial arts, though I'd done neither. I'd caught my reflection in the mirror enough times to know how I stupidly good I looked. Golden hair, bright golden eyes, and a face that was unfairly mature for my age. It wasn't surprising that strangers mistook me for a teenager.

Standing at 5'1, I was quite a bit taller than most kids my age, even a few older kids. Not that I was complaining, it made it even more fun to tease them, especially when I beat them in games and such.

"Hello their Good looking, always a pleasure to see you in the morning~" I said to myself in the mirror with a smirk, chuckling to myself as I continued walking.

Yawning, I stretched my arms over my head, my golden tail swishing lazily behind me. Even after all these years, no one else seemed able to see it, as though something supernatural hid it from their view. I'd stopped questioning it a long time ago. Just another weird part of me, like my unnatural strength.

"Where is everyone?" I wondered. Normally, by this hour, the other kids would be running around, yelling and causing chaos.

I turned a corner, only to freeze when I heard something unusual. It sounded like, a weird squelching noise, like meat. The smell too, it smelled like copper...

I peeked out my head, almost throwing up what little food remained in my stomach.

There, in the common room, was a pale, tall man with black hair, hunched over Sister Maria.

He was eating her...And not only that.

The room was littered with small, lifeless bodies-the children I had grown up with. The kids who played tag with me, shared stories around the fire, and teased me endlessly about my golden hair and weird habits. Their eyes stared blankly at nothing, their faces frozen in terror. Some were crumpled against the walls, others sprawled across the floor, and all of them..gone.

A/N: Hope yall enjoy! Also I'm back! Sup!