Gods Conqueror

Prologue

In a normal neighborhood in a normal house there was the most abnormal old man laying on a bed; if you listened you could hear a faint wheeze as he breathed. On each side of the bed sat 2 men respectively. Though there were no tears the atmosphere was somber. As the two men looked at the old man they could tell his breathing was getting softer and softer; His eyes droopy almost fully closed. The 2 men knew these were the last moments they would see this old man alive.

My name is Deon Ferraro I have spent my life with only 1 goal in my mind, and that was to be the strongest man in the world. As I lay here on my soon to be deathbed I rethink back to my life. I had sacrificed everything family, love, money everything people crave I willing gave away for strength. In the end I got what I wanted I even surpassed it; at my peak I was capable of dodging bullets fired from a distance of 15ft. I was capable of killing anyone with a single finger, yet with all this strength I was getting to old to use any of it. There was no immortal elixir in this mundane world I lived I could hunt for to live longer; So knowing my strength would only decrease I did what any master would do I looked for disciples to pass my knowledge onto.

This way even if I were to die at least my accumulated knowledge would still be passed down. At least that is what I thought, as I set out to search I found to my disappointment humans where weak. In the end only 2 men could said to barely be acceptable. I wouldn't have even choose them if they weren't the only 2 I could find with a least that much potential. So despite not being perfect I took these 2 kids in and I taught them everything they could handle. In then end neither of these two could even learn any of my secret techniques, though they were strong enough for this world.

Alas back to the present day of me waiting for my death to take me as a look onto these 2 boys I have raised and taught. The end is close I feel my body starting to shut down, If I were to die right now I would never have had told these boys the truth. So with that in mind I open my eyes for what is to be the last time and speak for the first time in a long time.

"Boys of mine I have raised you from childhood to manhood, I have taught you everything you know and trained you to the best your bodies could handle. Though I love you like your where my own blood children there is something I must confess. When I was looking for people to pass my knowledge to I decided to take in a couple kids and train them from childhood like I have done. I went from orphanage to orphanage looking for people with potential to learn my arts. In the end I picked you two. Unfortunately never did I find kids that fit my requirements so I went with the best I could be. So know I tell you this as my dying words. You never could make me proud you both are weak as any other human."

Both men’s faces are in a total look of shock. They are the top martial artist alive right now and this old man says they are weak? The old man cracked a smile as he closed his eyes, he knew what these 2 are thinking. That is why they are weak they are just satisfied with their current strength they believe that this is the limit they do not even desire more strength. That is enough I thought as I closed my eyes, the people in this world are so weak let death take me away there isn't even any excitement left in this place.

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With that thought I, Deon Ferraro closed my eyes for what is to be the last time in this life. My heart is stopping I take my last breath and everything goes black. I looked around it to dark, even if my eyes were closed there is still some light. Here light is nonexistent, as I was looking around there was a blinding flash of light and I was floating in a blue sky below me an endless sea of clouds'. Confused I look around my surrounding finding to my entertainment that I can fly, I must be an incorporeal form. As I look up I see what I can only describe as an angel; looking down at me he speaks in the most soothing voice I have ever heard.

"Mortal that obtained strength when none was offered I commend you, and so does my master. My master is very pleased with the life you have lead and thus will fulfill and single wish of yours whatever it shall be for god can do all."

As I sat here shocked trying to process what just happened the angel is patiently hovering above me with unreadable facial expressions. As I came back to my senses I think back to what the angel said. I get a wish, he said anything I wanted and god would grant it. I was never a religious person I believe humans should use their own strength, and work to get the job done not ask help from a god. Thus with that in mind I came up with a wish that won't be cheating, but will help me gain more strength.

"Angel if any single wish shall be granted I have one. I wish to be reincarnated into a word where power rules and the strong strive. I want be reborn with all my past memories in a world where handwork and training can bring one to the top of the food chain. A world of fantasy beasts and magical creatures capable of destroying cities without trying."

With that said I stopped talking and stared at the angel hovering above me, while I wait for the reply I fly upwards towards him so I can look him straight in the eye and say.

"Be warned though angel if your god grants this wish know I only allow myself to be the strongest. If your god is so powerful that he can grant me this wish I will keep training till my power ranks above his."

When I finished speaking the angel looked right back at me into my eyes. His face is blank, but weirdly enough there seems to a fire burning in his eyes. After 5 minutes of this stare off for the second time the angel speaks, but this time the voice that comes out is completely different. The voice that speaks contains power his tone steady fast.

"I hear your wish and warning, and grant upon you a second life on a world where mortals can become a king, emperor, and even a god with enough effort. In return I wish for you to keep your word gather your strength find me and show me your power!"

As the booming voice fades out I once again am surrounded in darkness. No matter how long passes the darkness shows no sign dissipating. I just float here waiting for a voice a light something to show itself in the darkness. After what felt like an eternity a light appears. I start floating towards it, after awhile I got there and after a nasty squeezing feeling I take my first deep breath of air in what felt like eons. For the first time sense I entered the darkness again I hear a voice speaking.

"It’s a handsome baby boy madam."

End of Prologue