Prologue

What the hell happened the thought before looking back in his memories.

His name was once Shaq, one of the best assassins in the world with only few matching or surpassing his abilities. Ever since he was little he would train martial arts with his father who got killed few years later because he was caught up in the drug gang war in the streets. A week later when he found out about it the kid stole his deceased father's gun and managed to get information by acting like a kid, but when he met the bosses he wasn't acting as a kid as he shot each gang boss whenever they met meanwhile the gangsters would run away from fear. That was when he first started killing and it was a pleasant experience that Shaq would remember for years.

He would continue his passion for martial arts even when his father the man he would spend time doing this activity together was dead, he would still continue as his love for fighting wasn't dead and his bloodlust increased ever more so.

Throughout the years he would continue training in other martial arts travelling the world, killing gangsters and mafia whilst robbing them, he'd then give some money back to the locals if he felt generous but most of the time he'd spend that money on his sick mother who started getting sick after his father's death. He continued to do this for few more years, sending money and cards to his mother but she died which put Shaq into further depression as he lost both his parents.

He joined an organisation which recruited killers and mercenaries and sent them out as assassins doing their bidding. Join that organisation, he learned many new things and techniques that were hidden away from this weak, sensitive and fragile world.

Many years later and Shaq was now a high ranking member of his organisation and had fought with other high ranking assassins from other high ranking organisations like his. Shaq was now at the very peak of adulthood and yet he didn't have a wife or a kid, Shaq knew it was to late and also it would get in the way of his work as his family would become his weakness.

Few years later and his name was know throughout the world as a famous assassin. Shaq was tired of finally fighting and regret has swallowed his mind as he didn't spend time with his family and experienced less love in life and more blood. He was doing his final mission and then he'd retire, his mission was to assassinate an evil dictator in the middle east and so Shaq disguised himself as the dictator's soldier and once he was close to the dictator he shot the filth in the head and was going to make his escape by having himself throw grenades (e.g flash and gas not explosives) and at the same time detonate hidden bombs in vehicles meanwhile his get-away ride helicopter also throws gas bombs and flash granades blinding everyone and distracting them meanwhile Shaq escapes with the helicopter. But it didn't work as hundred unexpected snipers that were hidden shot him hundreds of times in just a second. He died.

He wondered how he could have missed the snipers, maybe it was because he wasn't thinking clearly as he used to as his mind is clouded by regret and the desire for love and family.

I SEE YOU ARE A MAN FULL OF REGRETS, RIGHT? WHAT IF I HELP YOU ESCAPE THIS DARKNESS?

"Who are you? And how can you help me?" he asked very very surprised.

I AM THAT WHICH EXISTS YET DOES NOT EXIST OUTSIDE THE EXISTENCE. I GAVE BIRTH TO EXISTENCE AND THE WORLD, I GUESS PEOPLE CALL ME ''GOD'' BUT I DON'T CARE AS I CAN NEVER BE CLOSE TO THEM, MY PRESENCE IS TOO POWERFUL THAT IT WOULD KILL EVERYONE. I CAN HELP YOU, I'LL RESURRECT YOU IN ANY WORLD YOU WANT AND GRANT YOU WISHES.

"You're god...fine I am dead so nothing can surprise me. I want to reincarnate in the world of Zelda. I wish to have Ki and Kaioken, I want to have powerful indestructible weapons but can you make them hard for me to get them, maybe put them in dungeons and different lands. I want the method for mastered full counter which allows to reflect physical and magical attacks. I want a spell book which teaches me about magic, magic theories and mostly magic circle magic. I also want a book that teaches me a the best methods of improving body, mind and spirit. I want an armour making token which allows me to make my armour using any material in existence and customise it in anyway. I want a status screen, a storage ring and a phone that never runs out of energy with headphones and infinite internet." Shaq was half serious as he wanted to see if this being had any limits, plus what if it's some sort of dream.

YOU'RE ODDLY SPECIFIC AREN'T YOU...IT SHALL BE DONE. BEFORE YOU GO - BE CAREFUL.

"What do you mean careful? Is there something or someone dangerous or something. Please explain." Shaq wanted really badly to know so that he'd be prepared for what's to come. But a yellow light englufed him before his dark vision was replaced by light and he heard the being say just final sentence.

CAN'T BE BOTHERED.

"You bastard!" she shouted before his vision fully being blinded by the light with not a speck of black in sight.

"It's a boy. Sir and Madame! And it looks like...he has black hair."