Joseph Amida lay upon the ground, his black hair blowing gently in the wind. His multicolored eyes displayed utmost peace and tranquility. He lazily wore a kimono, so that half of his well toned chest was displayed. His skin was of a pale color, and his face would drive women mad. He stood at a rather tall height of 6"3', and unconsciously gave off the feeling that anything near him would be cut into non-existence. He lay in a grand forest, with trees that seemed to climb into the heavens themselves.

"It is very peaceful on this planet, nothing is here to disturb my familiars training." He glanced to the left, and saw his 4 familiars diligently training in a mock battle. The first was a beautiful red phoenix, which gave off a feeling of immense heat. It gave off an unconscious feeling to worship it, as though it was a powerful deity. The second was a pitch black snake, whose very being delt like it did not exist. It gave off no presence, and almost seemed to force you to forget about its existence. Next was a majestic golden dragon, whose scales shown in the suns magnificent rays. It radiated a feeling of royalty, and seemed to demand respect in its presence. Last was a large white wolf, which had chains around its limbs. It gave off a ferocious aura of blood lust, and made you feel as though you were being tortured in its presence.

Seeing their progress he nodded in satisfaction before drawing a long sword. It was beautiful, and gave off a regal yet domineering presence, fit for an emperor. It's hilt was made out of a beautiful gold, which seemed to shine as bright as the stars themselves. In the pommel was a single gem, a dazzling blue amethyst which seemed to be made of pure water. The blade was made of an unknown metal, but it gave off the feeling that it could cut through anything. The sheathe depicted a women of unmatched beauty, arms outstretched with water overflowing from her hands. He drew the sword, and took a deep breathe.

He slowly got into a stance, and held his sword firmly. The stance was the pinnacle of perfection, not a single weakness to be seen. This was the stance he had perfected once he had made it to the pinnacle of the sword. This was the result of his entire life, an unmatched sword style that could rule the heavens. He gave off a domineering aura, which made his familiars freeze in combat.

He made a single slash, for that was all it took. One single perfect slash that had ended all of his battles. For a moment the world seemed to freeze, the universe seemed to halt to witness the utter perfection of which was just displayed. Uncountable tree's were sliced perfectly in half, not a single one had escaped the perfect slash, for nothing could.

He gazed out at the destruction and sighed, before snapping his fingers. A light breeze seemed to sweep over the land, restoring the forest to it's former glory. This was his power, the unmatched power only gods could possess. His eyes widened but a fraction, before returning to their normal state.

"Someone is trying to initiate a summoning huh? Well, who am I to refuse some fun?" He smirked, and let out a loud laugh. He snapped his finger, and his four familiars disappeared, recalled back into his soul. He stood up, and snapped his fingers once more, unsummoning Excalibur and causing a spear to appear in his hand. A large blue pentagram covered the ground around him. It was filled to the brim with complex runes and symbols, beyond his knowledge of mage craft.

"Hm, this one is made from mana, so its probably one of the mages worlds. Well, more fun for me then!" he laughed, and was engulfed in a bright light. Once the light died down, he immediately scanned his surroundings using his Divine Ki. It picked up a person behind him, so he promptly turned around. Before him sat a beautiful women, probably the most beautiful he had ever seen. She had long silver hair that fell to her waist, and cold silver eyes to match. Her skin was a flawless pale, and her her body was perfect. Her lips were thin, and seemed naturally to be a light shade of enticing red. She was wearing a rather revealing grey dress, which had a slit at both thighs, giving off a generous view of her slender thighs.

He notices an abundance of Divine Mana within her, roughly a tenth of his own Ki. Having such an amount was indeed nothing to scoff at, considering his was the largest in the known multiverse. It seemed she was also a practitioner of the sword, if her large amount of sword Mana was anything to go by. It was roughly a twentieth of his own, quite an achievement considering the amount of time needed for such a thing. He drew his secondary weapon, a spear. Though he was nowhere near as proficient with it was he was a sword, he was still miles away from most anyone else who wielded said weapon.

She calmly stared at him, and gestured for him to take a seat across from her. He lowered his spear and sat down, summoned a glass of water and promptly stared back. This turned it into a staring contest, seemingly lasting hours. Finally the women broke off, with a faint blush adorning her cheeks.

"H-Hello great warrior, my name is Celestia. I beseech you, please save my world from the demons who are trying to destroy it!" She got out of her chair and kowtowed in front of him. Needless to say, Joseph stood there speechless. Not twenty seconds ago, she was radiating an aura as cold as ice, and had the feeling of an untouchable beauty, a cold empress. Now she's desperately kowtowing in front of him.

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"The races I created used to live in harmony, like I created them to. Then an evil god came and defeated me. He twisted the demon race into an sick and psychotic race, and sent them to war with the other races. The other races were influenced by them, and started becoming greedy and evil. Now all but the Angel race has been taken over. The god sealed me here before he left, so that I couldn't fix my world."

Joe nodded, contemplating the situation. If what she said was completely accurate, then this was a classic case of someone not to powerful trying to make themselves feel big by picking on someone less powerful. His eyes glazed over as he had a flashback of a...less than fortunate time for himself.

Celestia's POV

I scrambled back, cold sweat running down my back. Why? The man in front of me had started releasing horrendous amounts of divine Ki. If that wasn't enough, it's purity was far above anything I've ever felt. There wasn't even a single impurity left, which should have been impossible. He seemed to regain his senses, and promptly reigned his tyrannical Ki in.

"I apologize, I was reminiscing upon an unsavory time of rather large proportions. Anyway, I suppose I could help you out." I jumped in joy, a happy expression taking over my normal stoic visage.

"That's great! I'll put you with the other summoned heroes. They are high school students from a place called Earth. They will be very weak at the start, but they will grow in strength greatly as they go along. They are going on an game like system, like the rest of my world. Are you familiar with the concept?" He nodded his head, and began to speak.

3rd Person POV

"Yes, I traveled to Earth not to long ago. Quite the drab place, yet so interesting at the same time. They had fun games, and their imagination is great, yet their own system is shackling them. I imagine that you will give them a boost compared to the average citizen, yes?" I raised a curious eyebrow.

She put her hands on her hips as if I had said something very stupid. Her eyes gave off a look of annoyance, and her Ki unconsciously flared.

"Of course I will give them bonuses. How can they save a world if they're no stronger than those inhabiting it!?" She shook her head, and sighed loudly.

"Anyway, what class do you want. Its obvious that most lasses would give you no improvements in power if its weapon related, and you don't seem like someone who likes to sit in the back either."

I thought long and hard before I remembered the perfect idea.

"I wish to be a summoner, who can summon heroic spirits. Just like Em*ya Shi**u from F**e. Can you do that?" She nodded and snapped her fingers.

"It is done, I will now teleport you with the other heroes. They as well have been briefed on what is required of them. Those who wished it had their memories wiped, and were sent back. In truth, with your power you could most likely easily accomplish this alone. However, its to late to send them back, as they have already been assigned a class." She started nervously rambling about what she had done. Seeing this, Joe walked up to her. He wrapped his arms around her, in an attempt to comfort her. He knew how it felt to be so close to losing something precious, except his was already lost.

"Don't worry, your world will be fine. I'll make sure of it, okay?" He gazed down onto her icy silver eyes with his own golden and silver. She hesitantly nodded and stepped away. She took a deep breathe, and let out the most beautiful, pure smile Joe had ever witnessed. He smiled back, and a bright light over took him.

He opened his eyes, and found himself surrounded by an assortment of boys and girls around the age of 18. He counted 14 girls, and 7 guys in total. Around them was a large hall, filled to the brim with mages. One in particular caught his eye. It was an old man dressed in white priestly robes. He gave off an aura of wisdom, and power that didn't belong to his visible age.

The teens around him were all speaking to one another, already separated into their different social groups. Then they started taking notice of him. The girls squealed and undressed him with their eyes, while the guys glared at him with jealousy. He ignored them all, and focused his gaze on the one he labeled as the king.

He wore a plain silver band as his crown, and had a large Nordic style sword and shield leaning against his throne. He had handsome features, and bright blonde hair. He had a large scar on his right eye, which seemed to have barely missed blinding the man. He wore heavy steel armor, and seemed more like a general than a king.

Around him were an assortment of nobles. They were dressed in lavish clothes, and gave off an air of arrogance. Unlike their king, they gave off a feeling of being more of the type to sit in the kingdom during wartime. However, two stood out from the rest. Two girls stood on either side of the king. They were both unmatched beauties.

On the left was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair. She gave off a fierce aura, and a sword was sheathed at her side. She wore leather armor, prioritizing speed over protection. Her eyes were a crimson red, and glared at anything they met. To the right was a an elegant girl with long blue hair. She had a black headband and wore a blue dress with slits on both sides. She had a rapier sheathed on her side, and I could just I could just barely make out a hidden dagger on a hidden sheathe on her leg.

The king stood from his throne, and gave a warm smile, despite his intimidating appearance. He opened his arms in a welcoming gesture, and spoke.

"Welcome heroes, chosen by our goddess Celestia. Welcome to my humble kingdom of Ymir. My name is King Odin. We are glad you are here to stop the vile demons. They are destroying our towns and villages, murdering our citizens, and plundering our trade with our neighboring races." At the mention of their kingdoms neighbors, the nobles eyes showed disdain and hate. The two girls however, showed no change of emotion.

"If you would all be so kind as to line up and touch the orb Pope Charles is holding, I would appreciate it very much." He gestures to the priestly man from before. In his hands was a blue orb, which seemed to be filled with an ethereal mist. This had trouble written all over it...