“Hmm that one seems good” A true god whispered into the cosmos.

Upon that Wisper countless gods ranging from low to supreme all appeared at once to observe the unusual spectacle that was occurring on a developed world with all its gods long dead.

One of the seven supreme gods in attendance roared out “It’s been quite some time since our universe had an occurrence like this”. Referring to the fact that most planets never recover after their gods battle to mutual destruction.

In a soft but projected voice the true god that initiated this event said “As stated by our universes true god council in an occurrence where a planet is found to be suitable for ascending the gods of the surrounding sectors should receive the first opportunity to gather forces in said world. Upon this rule as one of the three true gods of the Lonsphereverse I witness and enable peaceful cultivation of forces in this world.”

As quickly as they came all the gods in attendance disappeared without as much as causing any disturbance to the surrounding space.

“Fred, Fred, Fred!!!” someone was calling.

Silently the young man got up. Observing his surroundings he caught sight of the voices source, Freds younger cousin Tom.

Replying to Toms disturbed and urgent face Fred asked “Tom is it the police again”

Shaking his head Tom answered “no its Alib and his gang”

“Shit” Although Fred’s clam demeanour was broken upon hearing the news, he grabbed his most impressive birthday present that he got when he turned 15. A large hunting knife it was a gift his father bestowed him soon before his and Freds mothers untimely death.

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Alib a thirty-two-year-old man was the leader of the largest gang in the area and often got into confrontations over territory. Fred on the other hand had a small but strong gang that he made when he was sixteen with a total of eight members including him, seven of whom knew martial arts, the odd one out was his one-year junior cousin Tom who was concurrently much better at making deals.

“Tom get Rob and Tim from out the back and come quick” Fred ordered.

Bolting off through the dilapidated warehouse Tom made his way to Robert and Timothys rooms, heading the opposite way with his ginormous six-foot seven frame corded with muscle was Fred a seventeen-year-old monster.

The voices of Alib and his gang was now audible even in the warehouse, driving Fred to hurry to the entrance. Peaking through the entrance Fred could see the glint of weapons.

“God damn it” Fred cursed, knowing why Alib had come.

Originating from the street a quiet but commanding voice could be heard “Hurry and stay quiet we need to sneak up on them if we are to get rid of their gang tonight, they’ve started to cut into our profits, so we better get rid of them now”.

After getting confirmation from Alib’s voice Fred hid in the darkness and got ready with his hunting knife to defend his territory and survive in this cruel world.

“Ahhh” one of Alib’s gang members screamed into the night, after that member fell to the floor another man started screaming. Fred gruesomely tore through the gang members inside the dark warehouse, slitting throats and cutting off limbs.

“Fred” Alib shouted, while readying his handgun is Freds direction.

As Fred turned to face Alib time stopped and a bold voice shared “Fred Hordson, I am the supreme God of war Wrath do you accept my boon or take death”.

Fred not understanding what was occurring replied with “neither”.

“Have fun with death than mortal” Wrath concluded, and time resumed.

Bang! Fred fell to the floor drowned in blood, confused and angered. Fred recovering from his shock rose to his feet and leaped onto Alib, causing them both to fall and start wresting on the floor.

Quickly Alib was overwhelmed and Fred plunged his knife into Alib’s chest sputtering out his last words Alib said “I knew we should have got you strait away” colour draining from his face Alib collapsed.

As Fred tried to stand, he fell again and again bleeding out from the bullet wound he previously suffered, time froze again.

This time a new voice spoke “you seem to be worthy, I guess I could sponsor you”.

But before Fred could do anything he blacked out, leaving his fate into the hands of the unknown voice.