“Dear Diary,

It’s been 18 years since I first reincarnated into this world. I never actually believed that it could happen to me. Me, Cain Sunders, isekai’d. I used to love novels and anime about people who’d be brought into a new world, usually by the legendary power of the ‘Truck-kun.’

Luckily that wasn’t me, I always found that to be incredibly boring and overused. Instead, I came here a totally original way, by getting stabbed protecting someone. Yep, no one ever got isekai’d by that way at all. Totally unique to me.

Still, even if it wasn’t unique, my life here is so much better. In my old life, I was living better than most isekai protagonists. I wasn’t some loser virgin, I actually had sex quite often. I didn’t have a dead end job, I was a famous actor who knew people, attended all the parties.

But despite all that, I wasn’t happy. Life was boring compared to fiction, I had to suffer through women complaining and directors telling me what to do. My favourite characters fought dragons and ruled as kings. But now, that me. Or at least I will become that.

Another thing that is totally unique to me is that when I reincarnated, I became completely overpowered. This is of course a world of swords and sorcery, and I reincarnated with the Omni-System. It made all my stats infinite, granted me complete immortality, and came with a shop where I can purchase literally anything from.

You might think that I would have to complete missions to earn points and buy things, maybe I’d become one of those sex starved losers who have to get a bunch of women, never know real love, and get points through dominating them. Losers.

Real men like me have a system with infinite points. I did say I could buy literally anything. In fact, it’s how I got this mansion I lived in. And sold for some nice starting money.

Anyway, I shouldn’t write here too long, the readers in real life will get bored, yes that’s right, I even have 4th wall awareness. But I don’t like using it as Omni_God2000 is much better at telling a story than me.

But before I get back to my regular, overpowered isekai protagonist life, I should say this, while I am completely broken, I will progress at a slow rate. It’s something me and Omni_God2000 have discussion at length. Yes, I can even come into the real world.

The reason is simple, I’m immortal. Even Midgiri couldn’t truly kill me, so I’m going to enjoy life and not chase power. That said, it’s definitely not gonna take me ages to do stuff, I have infinite time but the readers don’t. Think of my story as a nice slow burn where even things that seem insignificant can, and probably will, have massive effects on the world called Bradir.

Bradir, nice going Omni, it’s not like you’ve tried making stories with that world before but given up. They better be rough drafts for this story.

Anyway, best get back to my life. Hope you lot enjoy,” Cain wrote as he closed his diary and tucked it away in his bad and picked up the knife and fork next to him.

He was currently sat in the Boar’s Inn, a small tavern on the main road between the city of Ingrisia where Cain was coming from, and the capitol city of Deumiom, where Cain hoped to enrol in the luxurious Royal Magic Academy.

In front of him was a plate that looked old but clean filled with vegetable soup. It was cheap, and while Cain could easily afford the most expensive stuff with his 200 gold he got from selling his mansion, he heard that this soup was legendary among travellers and even royals would stop at the Inn as they travelled to eat it.

And as soon as Cain grabbed a nearby spoon and tasted it, he could see why. The flavours filled your entire mouth and complimented each other. The broth, that was filled with flavour, quickly sunk to the back of your mouth and made sure all your taste buds got this divine gift.

It was no wonder that even royals, with the best food available, came here to eat whenever possible, the food was beyond delicious.

As Cain savoured ever spoonful of soup, he overheard a conversation between two men that was behind him, a conversation that would quickly ruin his night.

“When the boss gives the signal, we move. It’s our job to kill everyone in this corner and then help with any stranglers. It’s time that chef gave the boss what he wants. And then when the boss is done, he said we’ll get a turn as well.”

“I can’t wait, she’s so pretty, I’ll make sure she has my baby and then kill her.”

Cain, letting out a sigh of annoyance, wiped his spoon with a cloth he had before neatly organising the cutlery around his plate, making sure the knife and fork was slightly pointing outward from the table and over the edge a little.

“Fine, but I better get a free bowl of soup for this, or I’ll spread horrible reviews about this place,” Cain muttered before a loud band sounded as the door burst open.

“Kill them all. Get me that woman,” A rather ugly man with rotten teeth shouted as he entered the Inn accompanied by 20 men. Around the room, 8 other men stood up and drew their swords.

‘So, 29 in total including these two muppets behind me. I do hate to kill, but they are the ones who want to slaughter innocents, gang rape a woman, and one even wants to impregnate her. I’d be doing the name of ‘good’ a disservice if I let them live,’ Cain thought as he swiftly stood up and spun around as the men that was sat behind him finish drawing their swords.

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The whole Inn was still stunned by the sudden invasion, but by the time the patrons had figured out what was going on, Cain had already grabbed the necks of the two men and slammed them into the table with enough force that made the carefully positioned cutlery penetrate their skulls and brains, killing them instantly.

When they fell to the ground, Cain lowered himself and pulled out the knife and fork, making the dead men’s heads spew out blood and reveal the brain matter which was now making its way onto the ground.

“Wow, these two killers and rapists had brains. That is honestly surprising. So, gentlemen,” Cain said to their leaders band with the knife and fork lifted in the air, “Who’s next?”

After Cain asked, two flames came from his hand and quickly melted the knife and fork which melted onto the ground and caused small pockets of smoke to rise up.

The leader of the bandits became filled with shock and a little fear. “You... You have magic?”

“Yep. I also hate men who gang up on one defenceless woman. So I guess this works out nicely.”

This caused both caution and hope in the patrons as someone that could use magic was always a sign that things was about to go one of two ways. Salvation, or damnation. No grey line between the two.

Magic wasn’t limited per say, but it did take great effort to master. Anyone could do it, but if you try on day one to summon a meteor storm, don’t be surprised when you become the most wanted on a kingdom, and that’s suggesting you have enough natural mana to not die from even attempting such magic.

That’s for most people, for someone who has purchased from his system the skill [Innate Knowledge], all he had to do was understand the basic principle of something, and he immediately knew everything of the topic.

So when Cain  learned a basic fireball when he was 3, he mastered fire magic completely. Of course, no one here knew what he was capable off, which is what made them so cautious.

“Get him, there’s no way he can take us all, even with magic,” The leader shouted. On his orders, the men all charged and Henrik, hoping the old ‘Strength in Numbers’ tactic would be enough.

Cain, however, who had mastered all martial arts after learning a basic fist strike, could see the flaws in all their movements. His natural instincts kicked in as he started dodging, blocking, parrying, and redirecting all the bandits attacks. He made it look like that Jackie Chan karate kid movie scene where he just made all his opponents beat each other.

A few times, he’d slam one or two into tables or kick a nearby chair into one of them men before rolling onto a table and spinning around, kicking anyone within range. Thanks to his infinite strength skill, just one hit was enough to kill them.

The patrons were all shocked, and the women a little turned on, by the man who was effortlessly beating these bandits senseless. After the table spinning, there was only one left except the boss who was now filled with pure fear.

The last grunt tried looking for the nearest exit to run for his life but before turn his head twice, Cain grabbed by the neck and raised him into the air. The man, struggling for breathe, let out a gruntled, “You won’t kill me so easily,” Before reaching into a hidden strap on his pants and pulling out a dagger, before thrusting it into Cain’s neck.

In an almost anticlimactic way, Cain’s body fell limp to the floor.

The man who was raised into the air fell to his knees and gasped for breathe, proud of being the one to kill such a beast as Cain.

“I.. killed him? Me? HAHA, I killed him, I actually killed him. Boss, look, I killed him,” The man said as he looked to the bandit boss, only to see him still full of fear.

“What’s wrong?” The man asked.

Maybe it was because he was depraved of oxygen, maybe because he wanted so bad to believe he won, but the man didn’t see as he turned to his boss, than Cain stood up with no mark on his neck where the dagger had sliced.

“What? How? I killed you.”

Cain could do nothing but smile at the man.

“Yeah, sorry to get your hopes up. I admit, it was a it cruel. In truth, I wanted the attack to land so I intentionally lowered my defences. See, I recently mastered time magic, the magic that is said to be the ultimate magic. And I wanted to test it.

For ages, I’ve had this spell, Chrono Anastaysis, active on my body. What is does is simple, if I die, which can only happen if I allow it, then my body gets reverted back in time to a point where I was alive, and I’m restored."

"How? How can someone so young have a spell so powerful? It’s not possible,” The bandit leader shouted as he realised how bad he messed up.

“Yeah, your luck must be bad. I’m only here one night, and you attack on that night. If you waited a day, you’d have won and no one could’ve stopped you. But you had to come tonight, and ruin my meal. Oh well, at least the ones dying are bandits and not these innocent bystanders.”

After saying this, Cain reached down for the last grunt who was still lying on the floor in fear, lifted him up again, and snapped his neck like a twig with no hesitating.

“So, you want to try and run? Or you gonna make this easier for us both? Please choose the easy one,” Cain genuinely pleaded.

The bandit, seeing how Cain was so intent on no innocents dying, grabbed a young girl who was sitting at the closest table, and put his sword to her throat. The girl tried to struggled but quickly stopped as he screamed into her ear and she could feel the blade draw blood from her neck.

“Please don’t hurt me. Just let me go, please,” The young girl cried, her eyes full of tears.

“I’m walking out of here, or this girl dies. You want to be a hero so much, be the reason this girl dies, I dare you,” The bandit leader says, believing he has the advantage.

“You just saw me rewind time on my dead body, and you think taking a hostage will save you? You’re not the smartest apple are ya? I’ll tell you what, let the girl go, and I’ll end it quickly.

Because I’m not letting you go. I know the look on that face, it’s pure lust. We both know you won’t let her go if I back off and we both know the horrors you plan to put her through before death. So, let her go, I’ll beat you to death with this spoon,” Cain said as he picked up the spoon from the desk.

“You’re threatening me with a spoon?” The bandit asked, almost amused as if he’d forgotten the thing he has seen Cain do in the last few minutes.

“Yes, I’m threatening you with a spoon. Now let her go,” Cain ordered.

“That’s almost funny, clearly dying must have scrambled your senses, if I am to die. Then this girl is dying with me,” The bandit leader said with a grin before he tried to cut the girls neck but couldn’t move his arm.

Cain, moving at speeds that no normal human could see, had moved to them and was stopping the muscular bandit with no effort. He slowly forced the man to let the woman go and she ran into the arms of a older woman on the same table as her, likely a mother or aunt.

“What, how are you this strong? You don’t even have muscles.”

“Yeah, muscles are for meatheads. So, ready for the spoon?” Cain asked with a grin. In a split second, Cain had whacked the mans head so hard, that the spoon caused his head to go flying through the air, sending it miles, deep into the forest.

Cain then turned to the other patrons who were all understandably scared and shaken from what just happened and all the dead bodies and blood.

"Sorry, guess I just made you all vegans, didn’t I? Apologies, allow me to clean up my mess,” Cain said and with a wave of his hand, the bodies and blood that covered the floors and walls were gone. He’d used Anti-matter magic, a magic that was exclusive to him through the system.

“So, could I have some more soup?” Cain asked with a smile on his face.