Chapter 1– My Story Begins
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿: 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗖.
The booming cracks of lightning strike resounded in my ears as I did my best to sleep through the storming night. It was hard, even though the sound of thunder was incredibly comfortable to me for some reason. And I knew this wasn't the case before. Before, I was just as wary about a lightning strike as any common man would be. Especially when I knew how close this lightening fell. I knew this fact was something important, but I couldn't care about it for now. Maybe being reborn just does that to you, or maybe it's a trait I've picked up in this life. I couldn't careless right now.
Can't really, when you are trying your best to sleep inside a mud-hut in the middle of a forest. At least my new mother wasn't bothered with it. She probably enjoyed it, considering the small smile on her face as she sat facing the opened door of our little hut.
With a finale sigh I gave up on the impossible task of going back to sleep and got up from my hay-made bed.
"Can't sleep?" My mother's tender voice reached my ears as I stretched my tiny 6 years old body.
I grunted absently in response, still a little sleepy, and shifted my attention to check my status instead.
Mikael
Age: 6
Tier: 1
Race: ?
Level: 60
?: 600/600
Stamina: (500/600)
Health: 570/570
Stats
Strength: 46
Speed: 81
Dexterity: 69
Endurance: 50
Constitution: 57
Mental: 31
Spirit: 60
Points: 30
Skills:
Combat–
Basic Spear-wielding (10/10)
Advanced Spear-wielding (5/10)
The status window was a small blue window that covered a small part of my eyesight completely. When I first saw this window as a baby, I had thought I'd been reincarnated as a gamer. However, over the course of 6 years I've come to realize it was nothing more than a glorified calculator. It didn't give me any perks, or gamer like abilities. If it gave me any experience for killing, then I didn't know 'cause it never showed me. Neither did it give me a dungeon to experiment or grind my levels. It gave absolutely nothing except the basic skills of a gamer; The gamer's mind and body. Oh, and a single fucking point every 2 levels.
Which was why my progress was slow. Incredibly slow. The 60 levels I had right now? They meant absolutely nothing due to my 'Tier 1' status. Every creature and every living being was given a pre-prescribed tier, and the difference between each tier was huge!
On top of that, my mother never let me handle any monsters no matter how much I beg, instead preferring me to learn spear-wielding. Thank God I had at least some talent in that.
"Come here." My mother's gentle voice reached me again. Turning, I saw her patting the open muddy ground, inviting me to sit beside her. The cold muddy floor of our hut comforted me somewhat as I approached my mother. Or well, my mother in this life. Though I was already over my reincarnation status long ago. No point in thinking about subjects that didn't matter.
I took this moment to observe my mother. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful being I've ever laid my eyes on; with high cheekbones, luscious golden hair and the most striking violet eyes I've ever seen. I was 100% sure that she wasn't a human, there was just no way a woman like her existed without getting world-famous. Plus, there was another bigger reason for my belief that she wasn't a human.
I calmly took my place beside her, making sure not to drop my eyes below her face.
The reason I didn't think my mother was a human was because...she was also the most... voluptuous woman I've ever laid my eyes on. Or ever imagined, for that matter. This included all of my anime waifus too. Were we not constantly being hunted like some cheap grimdark movie, I'd have thought that I reincarnated into some A-class hentai world with an incest theme.
I turned my head to stare at the sky then, both of us not speaking anything as we watched the dark night quietly. The flickering of lightning was the only thing that illuminated our surrounding from the pitch-black darkness, showing the dense silhouette of trees, away from the clearing our hut was. A normal human wouldn't have seen much, even with the white flashes of lightning. But we weren't normal, were we? No, of course not. I could see quite clearly even without any help from the white flashes. And I was sure my mother was the same.
"I'm glad you are awake, Mikael. I've decided it is time that you know about your true nature." My mother broke the silence between us.
I turned to look at her in surprise, watching her striking violet eyes staring past the meadows.
"Really? What's the special occasion?" I asked, doing best to keep my excitement down. After living in ignorance for so long, I'd love to get some answers.
Since the day I was born in this world, all I could remember was traveling. From one place to another, from one forest to another. Never stopping, never living. Only running and surviving.
I couldn't blame my mother though. Not when I knew how desperate she was to keep me alive. I may have once thought her to be overly paranoid, but that feeling had quickly evaporated when we were being constantly chased by demons and monsters. It isn't Paranoia if they're really out to get you afterall. No, I didn't blame my mother for that at all.
What I did blame her a little though, was her constant denial to give me any information and thus keeping me ignorant about this world. How was I supposed to help her if i didn't even know what we were fighting against? How was I supposed to survive? Will we live the rest of our lives running from one place to another? Hell, I didn't even know what the fuck I am. Certainly not human, I was sure of that at least.
Aside from her otherworldly beauty and sinful body, there was one more reason why I knew my mother wasn't human. It was a late night and we'd just escaped a particularly disgusting wretch of a monster, only to immediately get trapped by three other beings. I only had flashes of memories of that night but one thing I was sure of was my mother's true form. 6 pairs of raven black wings attached to her back, spread outwards in all their glory. I would've been scared of her form, had it not been the most erotic sight I've ever seen in both of my lives, including my previous one. I felt a little guilty about thinking of my new mother in that way, but what else was one supposed to think when one of the most beautiful and sexiest woman they've ever seen suddenly sprouts 12 pieces of jet black wings while wearing the skimpiest bikini ever? I couldn't even guess how the hell her clothes transformed into that...bikini thing...but still! It wasn't my fault that I thought that way... I still had a mind of a young man afterall, even though my body had been that of a toddler.
"The truth..." She sighed, suddenly looking more tired than ever. I squeezed her hand lightly, just to remind her I was still there with her. While i wanted to know the truth, I knew just how difficult it must be for my mother. There has to be a reason that she so vehemently denied me this knowledge. Afterall, she had never refused me anything in my life.
My mother had always made sure to give me whatever I ever asked for. I wanted to eat something other than forest food? No problem, my mother will risk her life and steal some food even knowing that we'll get swarmed by monsters soon. I wanted to wear something other than torn clothes? No problem, my mother will rip a part of her own wings to craft me clothes if I so wished. I was the center of my mother's world. I was my mother's world, and her sun, her moon, her star. And I knew this. Which was why I never demanded anything of her, and always tried to make her life a little easy, tried to be the adult that I was mentally, even if I wasn't a good son, or a good person in my previous life. Though it usually never worked, for some reason she knew exactly what i wanted, and no matter if I verbally asked, she'd always do her best to give it to me. Which was why I knew she was hurting each time she denied me the information. I tried not to ask her after the first few times, but after six years of blindly running around in the wild? I was getting a little impatient.
"You turned six yesterday." She finally replied, turning to look at me directly with her sharp violet eyes. As the sun's first rays fell upon her face, I could've sworn my mother looked like a truly divine Angel then. "I have no more excuses. It is time you knew the truth."
I had thought that I'd be happy when I heard these words, that I'd want to pump my hands up in joy. But for some reason, all I felt was trepidation. I knew at this moment, that life was never going to be the same again.
Finally...my story can start finally.
"I've thought hard on how I should tell you all of this." My mother started as we sat beside each other at the edge of a lake, gazing at the rising sun's reflection on the water.
"From the start maybe?" I suggested uncertainly. Wasn't that how people in novels ask for information? From the start? Though I had no idea what the start really meant. I just said that cause it felt smart. And I didn't want my mother suddenly changing her mind because she couldn't decide where to start.
"Indeed, I feel the same." My mother nodded softly.
The silence once again took control of the conversation, though I did nothing to break it. I knew my mother was simply gathering her thoughts.
"So, the start. First what you should know about me is that I'm not a human, or a mortal."
Duh.
"I'm... I do not know what I am anymore. But I know what I once was. You have read the books I gave you, yes? The ones with angels and devils? Well, I was...an angel once."
I knew it! Though I made sure not to let my smile overtake me.
The silence once again settled on us. I took a glance at my mother, and was surprised to know that she was staring right at me, instead of being lost in her thoughts.
"What?"
"You do not doubt me?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, a mixture of worry and curiosity.
"No, of course not." I replied truthfully. "You won't lie to me. If you say you are an angel, then you are an angel."
"Simply like that? I do not know if I should feel flattered or exasperated. Have I not taught you to question everything?"
"Oh c'mon mum, I've known you weren't a human since like...forever. Besides, if there was an angel in this world, it'd be you." I replied, smiling cheekily, though I meant every word.
I saw my mother's face lit up like a Christmas tree, a smile on her face so bright that the sun would run away in shame. She looked more beautiful than ever in that moment, and I felt proud that I was the cause of it.
"Hush, you flatterer." She said, though the smile soon dissolved and twisted into a bitter one, and I felt my heart cracking a little. She sighed before replying, "though i'm not an angel anymore, Mikael. I was once. But no more."
I frowned at my suddenly sad mother before replying shamelessly with an air of finality. "Well, you'll always be my angel so you'll just have to make do with that for now."
And with that her smile was back again, and I felt nothing could go wrong in this world.
"Come here, you sweet silly child." My mother suddenly grabbed me before i can get away, and promptly settled me down on her lap. I tried glaring at her but she had her eyes closed blissfully. I tried to squirm my way out of the death grasp, clawing at her hands.
I loved my mother, but yeah, no hugging.
Soon though, I had to admit defeat. She was simply too strong for me. I just settled to glaring as she ignored me, knowing I bit off more than I can chew. Shouldn't have buttered her up too much. I shifted on her lap to make myself comfortable while trying not to press too much against her breasts. It was uncomfortable though, considering how freakishly huge they were, so I had to lay my head on her shoulder to avoid pressing my face in them.
"Now, as I was saying, yes I was an angel. Taking care of the heaven was one of my tasks, and I did that quite happily. I've never wanted for anything, never desired anything other than to serve my father's wishes and care for his creations alongside my brothers and sisters. But we were too few. Too few to maintain the... system...after our father's death."
I was very curious about that last one but made sure to be quiet. I could see her lips quivering at this subject, and I didn't wish to open old wounds.
"So my brother, the eldest of us and our new leader, devised multiple ways to increase our population. See, we are not meant to...ah, participate in.. copulation." She finished, a little distressed at the end with her cheeks flaming.
Was my mother actually blushing? Holy hell, isn't she just the most adorable? Though does she realize that an average 6 years old shouldn't know that kind of words?
"If we do, we will fall from heaven and be disgraced, becoming fallen angels. But my brother created a way which let a select few...copulate, without falling." She uttered the word again as if in pain.
Damn, my mother was too innocent for this world.
"As long as both the participants do it out of pure love, whilst not having a single... impure thought, an angel may copulate without falling, though both of the partners had to do extensive holy rituals before and after that. I never thought about it too much of course, being a seraph and the angel of chastity. But that was before I met him. Before I met your father." She took a deep breath then, as if preparing herself.
"When we first met, I did not like him. Which was rare for me.. But that...person...he was bad, Mikael. A cheater who's unfaithful to his wife, knowing he is hurting her. A rapist who forces himself on anyone he desires. I've judged many a mortal men, and I've seen the dirtiest of them. But I've always pitied them. This was the first time I've disliked someone, and he wasn't a mortal. No, he was the king of Olympus. The king of gods, Zeus himself."
Damn, I was the child of a god? wait, so was I a god too!? Why was I a 'tier 1' being then? The system never gave me too much information, but I knew a god was at the peak of this world. Was I crippled or something? Though my father was starting to seem like a random one-dimensional evil villain. I honestly hoped he got a redemption arc before he became my father. God or not, I did not want a rapist as my father. Too much bad rep.
"He tried to court me and i rejected him. But he was too powerful for the heaven to have as an enemy, though we refused to back down and were willing to fight should he push further. But I did not want that. So, I gave him a chance then. A chance where I did my best to change him, and he did his best to get me out of my clothes."
Lady, why are you telling this to your child? I wanted to tease her, but I was just too invested in the story to break her flow.
"So, we kept going to different places, visiting different mortal sites, and doing mundane things while repeating the same ritual of me trying to change him, and him trying to convince me. He did not force himself upon me once, so I felt like I was making some progress. But then the world war happened in the mortal world, and the real cause behind it was his children. His and his brother's. The demigods. Have you read about the devil ranking?"
The question came abruptly, and I had to think a little to understand what she meant. My mother had written more than a single book for me when I was a baby. One of them described this huge great war between the three factions; Angela, fallen angels, and devils. All of their rankings and power levels were written in detail as well.
"Yeah, I've read the whole war book." I replied with a nod.
"Well, the demigods are mortal, and yet they are considered some of the most powerful species. A demigod from one of the three elder male Olympians can be as strong as a high-class devil while the most powerful of them reached even the ultimate class. And there were dozens of them. The world war was fought between the children of Hades against the children of Zeus and Poseidon. The result had been... catastrophic. Millions dead before the Greek gods finally stopped the madness. Then merely two decades later, the war started again. This time, the results were much more serious. Entire cities devasted, entire countries suffering, just because a bunch of teenage children wanted to know who's father was better. The other pantheons were not amused. They requested the three elder Olympians to not sire children with mortals again if they cannot control them. The elder Olympians brothers surprisingly agreed, swearing on the most sacred river, Styx. The rest of the children were hunted down by the monsters, devils, and other races who wanted the glory of killing such powerful blights. Zeus was devastated, while his queen was overly happy, which infuriated him all the more. I comforted him as best as I can, and it was in this time when I felt maybe, just maybe, I was changing him."
"But it was only after four more decades that I trusted him enough to have a child. I knew it was wrong, he was still married afterall. But he somehow convinced me and I found myself doing it anyway, for I truly thought that he had changed. Truly thought that what we had was love, pure and unadulterated. My brothers gave me their blessings, creating a barrier of holy magic for us to...ahh, use. We were together for more than an year, Mikael. But deep down I knew it wouldn't last. Deep down, I knew our love was not as pure as I pretended it to be. And then it happened. To be blunt, I fell. I fell from grace and from heaven. Even now, I do not know who was to blame; Me or him. Was I simply fooling myself when I thought he'd changed, that it wasn't simply his.. lechery? Or was it I, who had changed instead. I, who grew impure. I did not know, but at that time, I blamed myself. And so I ran away."
"People makes mistakes when they are being controlled by their emotions. I knew that I should join my other fallen brothers and sisters. Azazel will no doubt have accepted me. Perhaps I held some contempt for the fallen, perhaps I was simply not of sound mind. But, as I said, people makes mistakes when they are not themselves. I made mine by joining a devil's peerage–Ajuka Beelzebub's peerage, instead of joining the fallen angels. I was desperate, see? I did not wish to face the goddess Hera. Not because she was more powerful, but because I was ashamed. When I finally found out that I was with a child, I ran away again, thinking that I'd killed you by becoming a devil. But then the time came, and alone in a hut I gave birth to you. A boy, unnaturally quiet, but certainly alive, and very healthy. You were...a miracle. You had the blood of a god and an angel, while also having access to demonic power. It would not have been a problem had you simply been a god; I could've hidden you away from even the most watchful of eyes. But no, you were not a god. You had the power of a god, burried deep inside you, but your soul was that of a mortal. I do not know how my child, but you were nothing I've ever seen or heard. Physically you were, and are, a mortal human, and yet your aura was so intense that it bought unnaturally strong monsters and creature from all around the globe, from all the different pantheons."
Her hands suddenly tightened around me, hugging me close to her chest. "Your father and I had made a promise, long ago, even before you were born. For eight years you will stay with me, in the heavens; for eight years with him, in Olympus; and then you would be free to do as you wish." Her words then became desperate whispers of confession, mixed deeply with self loathing. "Your father sent me a message after he became aware of our plight, saying he will be more than happy to take care of you even before our promise came into play. But I couldn't bear to lose you, the thought itself sends me in deep darkness. And so I cursed you with this life. Hunted and alone. I truly am sorry, child. I know my faults better than anyone else. I know I'm a selfish coward who put your life and comfort at risk, but I did not wish to let you go. I cannot...not so soon." She clutched me even tighter and I could feel her tears drizzling down my neck.
I desperately thought of something to say, something to comfort her. To reassure her that I didn't need anyone else. To give a rousing speech that'll wash away her sadness, but I could think of nothing. So instead of thinking too much, I just laid my hands on her head and whispered, "And I'm really glad you didn't send me away, mother. I'd rather live in the wilds with you than go to some fancy palace or whatever. Now would you please stop crying? cause you are making me feel like a bad son." I finished with a kiss on her brow. Surprisingly, I felt absolutely no cringe. Like, I'm sure I never did anything like this for my first mother. I'm especially pretty sure I never shed tears when I hugged her, as I was doing now.
My mother gave a startled laugh, and I counted it as a win.
"The creator must have rewarded me for my lifelong services to have a son like you." She mumbled in my ears as she rocked me back and forth.
The rain was just starting to fall again when me and my mother finally grew aware of our surroundings. The moment she released me, a blinking window flashed in front of me.
Divine Achievement– Who Am I?
Objective: Find out who you are
Reward: Unlock full Gamer System, Unlock Skill: Observe, Unlock your Powers: Divine energy unlocked, Demonic power unlocked, Holy power unlocked, Angelic wings unlocked, Multiple affinities unlocked.
'Wait what.' I stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds before I comprehended the message. 'So, my powers were locked? Now that made an awful lot of sense. Maybe I could finally be strong enough to survive this world of gods and monsters'. I barely managed to stop the enormous smile threatening to escape me. After 6 boring years we were finally moving somewhere.
I opened my status to check the changes with hurried expectations.
' Status'
Mikael
Age: 6
Tier: 1
Race: God/Angel/Devil Hybrid
Level: 60
Divine Power: 600/600
Holy Power: 600/600
Demonic Power: 600/600
Stamina: 500/500
Health: 570/570
Stats
Strength: 46
Speed: 81
Dexterity: 69
Endurance: 50
Constitution: 57
Mental: 31
Spirit: 60
Points: 30
Skills:
Combat–
Basic Spear-wielding (10/10)
Advanced Spear-wielding (5/10)
Godly Skills–
Air Manipulation (Lvl 2)
Lightning Manipulation (Lvl 1)
Demonic Skills–
[Power of Creation] Passive
[Power of Imagination] Passive
Holy Skill–
Magical Affinity:
Divine Lightning: 70/100
Holy Light: 70/100
Lightning: 90/100
Light: 90/100
I felt disappointed but quickly shook it off. My tier was still mortal tier, but maybe I can increase it after mastering my newfound powers? I now had 3 different types of powers, and my main job would be to learn how to control them. Plus I've also unlocked the observe skill, and I already had someone who's level I was dying to see. I turned towards my mother and–
A spark of pure pain went through my back and spine for a short instant, almost knocking me out.
"Mikael wha–"
This time I had to grit my teeth to stop a scream as unimaginable pain went through the same spot as if someone was driving a hot knife in my spine to carve it out.
"Mum.. something is... my back.." I groaned out between pants, trying to ask for help.
"Hold on, child. I'll–"
I didn't hear the rest as another, superior, bout of pain spread across my back. This time I didn't even try to suppress my scream. I bellowed out to the world my pain as fire lit upon my back. It felt like someone was carving my back out with an axe, like someone was performing the Vikings blood eagle ceremony on me. From the pain hazed mind, I could barely feel something come out of my back.
And just like that the pain was reduced to mere Ambers of what it was, but I can feel an addition weight upon my back. Confused and disoriented, I laid in my mother's grasp, not knowing what the fuck happened. But it became clear as soon as I blearily opened my eyes, even though tears made it hard for me to see. But I couldn't miss the glowing and twinkling words right in front of my face now, could I?
[ Angelic Form Unlocked]– 2-Winged Angel] Level increased by 50
You have entered the 2nd Tier (Superhuman Tier)
"Oh dear." My mother's voice reached my ears and I could feel her hands caressing my back, or my wings specifically. I didn't have time to think more though cause the next moment sent me in deep embrace of sleep as my tired body finally gave out.
AN: This is my first story and I hope you guys enjoy it, cause I've certainly enjoyed writing it. I already have a bunch of chapters stockpiled that I'll probably publish every couple of days. A few warnings though; There will be smut in the future chapters, and the mc is chaotic neutral and anti-hero. And while he wouldn't be OP for quite a while, his progress will still be very rapid. And sooner or later, he will definitely surpass even the most powerful of gods.
Thanks for giving this a try, pls give it a review. It'll mean a lot.