In the final moments before the foul rat man exploded warp bombs to destroy our world, mother built a space time portal to send me away because according to what she believes only gods could survive the destruction of the world. Over the past 8 years she have been training me in fighting, cooking, magic and social skills, social skills is a thing mom believed is as important as every other skill. But it’s something I don’t understand why it’s so important, anyway she gave me her bag that was full of stuff she prepared for me. Stuff that includes clothing, preserved food, water and books about minor spells, arcane spells, lore of death spells and space abilities she manifested over the years in case I would need those. Mom said she got the coordinates of a good world that according to her friend would most likely accept me without much trouble. Before pushing me into the portal, mom hugged me tightly and kissed me on the forehead and said she loves me very much and wish’s I would stay safe and happy.

Before I could say anything mom gently pushed me into the portal, before I went into it I saw her crying and I felt very sad like I would not see mom in a long time. I started crying after I passed through the portal. After crying for what felt like hours I looked around trying to understand where I am, looking around I saw starts lots of stars. After looking around at the beautiful stars I noticed I’m feeling slight discomfort while breathing, I guessed there isn’t air in where I am so I started looking for some sort of portal to exit from here.

I flew around for some time finding nothing. Suddenly a big blue portal appeared nearby kind of similar to the portal mom made but bigger, probably a space-time portal I guessed it should be my exit point. Looking closely at it I saw two figures in some sort of metal structure both wearing weird clothing one more colorful then the other. One of the figures looked like some sort of human like daemon Skelton face, “the red skull is a dead giveaway I thought to myself chuckling”. That red daemon thing was holding a sort of blue glowing cube while another figure dressed very colorfully was looking at it shocked. I hurried to the portal as I felt its getting unstable quickly, I didn’t feel like flying in a place where it’s hard to breath.

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I managed to pass through it right as I felt that red daemon figure was being forcefully teleported somewhere, I didn’t have time to laugh at the dumbass daemon for messing with things he didn’t know as I slammed face first into some sort of metal pillar. I held my head in discomfort and complained how careless I was. the energy that was holding the portal was disappearing faster than before and I heard some sort of scream which was that dumbass’s last words I think. The colorfully dressed figure said something to me, I’m not sure what he said but I understood that I don’t know the language he is speaking. He seemed to ignore me sense I didn’t do anything and rushed to a place full of weird tables with stuff on them and what appears to be a big bunch of broken windows. I casted language translation spell as I heard his talking to himself as he did some things on those tables. After about a few minutes I understood the language he was speaking so I decided to be brave and talk to him like mom told me before years ago.