I finally reached my goal after getting stuck on this accursed realm summoned by corrupt people who only wanted to use me in war and escaping them. Many things happened, and it all happened to me. From meeting a dragon and making a deal with her since she saw the potential I become a dragon myself, and like that, I was hated by all. Inquisitions were made and I killed them I outlived my dragon teacher and that is an achievement itself when entire kingdoms are putting up bounties high enough to persuade lower gods. The rule of ‘what doesn't kill you makes you stronger’ works well for me I learned almost all magic I could get my claws on from blood and soul magic to time and space magic searching for a way back to earth even if I will still be a dragon I can at least be the ruler of it and at least I had a goal instead of doing nothing.

     I must have attracted the attention of the highest god at some point because he teleported me and my scaly hide into a white room like the one I met that goddess that summoned me. I eventually killed her by the way still getting the useless that realm is a one-way door line.

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     (God) ”Well Rexen the Dragon God you caused a lot of trouble for me and frankly you invertedly pushed it onto me because gods control something and if that god dies it is pushed to a higher god and so on, so I give you four choices. One, you could try to kill me but I highly doubt you could. Two, you go back to the realm and live your life without gods attacking you as long you don't purposely attack them again then I will kill you. Three, you could go back to your home realm with your memories wiped like as nothing happened. And the final most interesting one I cause a magical apocalypse two years after your disappearance with you as the highest god controlling it and overlord of the monsters. What shall you choose? I will also add infinite popcorn and soda to the fourth one.

     I think of this for a while as I feel the pressure keeping me muzzle closed release and I say.

     “I choose the last, this will be fun”

     (God) “And it shall be” he says as I disappear.