(Sancreed’s POV)

Did you ever have a crazy, lucid dream? Where you could fly, have all the food that you could remember, fight dragons and pilot spaceships at the same time? week, it feels like that right now. You see, right now I am sitting on a bed of which I presumed that I was sleeping earlier.

Red, silky sheets with golden embroidery, a red velvet canopy. An unbelievably soft mattress and pillows, everything looking quite high-class, more than I could ever afford. Looking around, to the stone walls decorated with expensive paintings, high-class furniture with a classic theme and many more decorations in the dorm of tapestries and even a full on statue.

Although I have never seen this room before, I know this place. I look down, to my lap, the legs under the silky red blanket. There, rests a letter. I take it with a trembling hand, a bit scared of what I am going to read.

“Dear Sancreed,” It starts with my nickname online. “as I have told you before, I am a God. One so unbelievably powerful that it escapes most of the concepts that your feeble mind can provide you. When I send you off to your current situation, I barely had time to convey my intentions aside from ‘I am reincarnating you’.

Allow me to correct that and give a well-deserved explanation. You see, after eons of observing the universe in my infinite boredom, I created several realities and universes, as well realities completely unrelated to yours. The one that you find yourself is a shining example, a reality full of magic and monsters, kings and knights, as well peasants and slaves.

But that aside, the reason as for why you are here is, in resume, my complete and utter boredom. You are one of the several trillions of lives that I watch daily. And from the events of your life, aside from the very interesting story with your ex-girlfriend and her mother, the one that I most enjoyed to watch was your D&D campaign, and the adventures of your character Sancreed.

The story of a nerd who, together with his friends, raises above the gods and achieves immorality, creating for himself a floating fortress and an army of summed and created creatures, was quite charming indeed. I’ll have you know, I’ve been a fan of D&D and Role Playing Games from your reality and few others. The idea of making yourself a different person for a different world and reality is quite enamoring.

And now, you’ll be playing that, but on easy mode. I’ve handpicked one of the generic, randomly generated (do not ask about the detail, those were boring billions of years, randomness was a thing I was trying) fantasy world that I have not administrated at all and let other people turn into ‘gods’, although they are not comparable to a fraction of trillions of my power.

There are kings, empires, monsters, demons and angels, as well nomads and other things. And now, I’ve recreated your 20th level wizard, with all it’s prestige class levels and magic, including boons and abilities, as well artifacts and items, including your flying palace! Not only that, I’ve shoved your recently deceased soul in his body!

Isn’t it exciting? I’ve done the same for your friends, putting them in different worlds, as a reward for entertaining me for several years as well! As for the reason, there is none! Go wild! Show me how you will live in this body, how you will change the world or do nothing and laze around all day! I personally wish you good luck and happiness, and with all the care in reality,

Signed, your creator.”

So, it wasn’t a dream, I’m actually reincarnated into Sancreed. I pinch my arm, feeling the normal pain from a strong pinch. Yep, this is definitely NOT a dream. I get up in a hurry, looking down to my body. Fit and young, looking quite athletic. The skin is Caucasian, since when I made him, I didn’t have much expectation.

The beginning was a hardcore campaign, and being a squishy mage wasn’t exactly the optimal thing to survive in level 1, even more with some AoE using enemies. Fortunately, Sancreed, this character, survived well and long, for long 20 years of several campaigns. After all, I passed away from age at 96.

Oh, and Sancreed is my actual name as well, Sancreed Chandler, although this is not the exact name of the character, which is just Sancreed. He said I would keep all my powers, which I know how to use for some reason. Even magic, I know how to use it freely.

It seems that this body came together with the knowledge how to use it, including the amazing amount of artifacts. Not only that, I can remember perfectly everything… and I mean EVERYTHING of my life and items from my campaigns. And the reason for that seems to be my character’s stat of intelligence, that is 48, stupidly high in D&D 5e, the edition that I started playing Sancreed.

Anyway, better start moving a little. I am a bit excited right now, my life was quite uneventful, and aside from a good job and wife, as well kids, it was easy going. And as a nerd, I’m quite excited to see this world of fantasy and do some magic.

But first, getting dressed. I am now only dressed in some black boxers. I walk to a full body mirror, a magic tool that was made by yours truly. What shows in the reflection is how I exactly imagined Sancreed.

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Average height, around 1,70, well-built but not bulky, jus the right amount of muscle. A handsome face, reflecting the 20 charisma that I had, with black hair that goes down my back with purple tips, looking a bit anime, sincerely. It was a joke at the start, but eventually it turned serious as the years went on and I even forgot about it sincerely… that is a lie, I remember it perfectly now, but I remember that I forgot it previously. Don’t judge me.

Purple eyes, result of a magical experiment, capable of True Sight and Darkvision for… well, the reach is until where I can see, no real limitation there. And that’s it, really. I touch the mirror, uttering the magical word.

(Sancreed): “Mirror, I wish my Staff of Fuck Off Magic, my Mega-Set, Heart of Darkness and Tear of Gods.”

I say the name of favorite and most powerful items. The mirror glows faintly with a silvery shimmer, and a silvery mis covers my body. The feeling of clothes covers me, and the weight of the staff comes to my right hand. I grasp the wooden handle, looking at the materializing purple orb and the dragon embracing it.

I look down to my clothes, a mix of butler clothes and a long coat. The ring is a black metal ring, of black vines holding a big blood-red crystal. All of them look exactly like the pinterest images that I sto- Ahem! “Appropriated”, from its creators. Blame my Dm for letting me pick the images.

Heart of Darkness is the pendant, and Tear of Gods is the ring. All of these things have several functions of which I do not wish to go over. I look at myself in the mirror, the exact image that pictured for this character. Imponent and good-looking.

Against about what you would imagine, the face isn’t the same as my previous life. After all, my wife was an amazing artist, and she liked drawing our characters. Wait, didn’t God said that he reincarnated all my friends? Does that mean he reincarnated my wife as well? She entered mid-way through the campaign, so I wonder if she is out there.

Well, I passed away first, and from the group there was only me and her left. I just hope she didn’t suffer from depression after I died, we loved each other a lot after all. 60 years of marriage, and seven children. Of course, a lot of grandkids as well.

Anyway, I just need to find her. Shouldn’t be too hard with the equipment that I have right now. Anyway, I should see the palace… well, as I called it when I made, The Necropolis. Well, we called it the Ramming Castle, since it was a valid strategy that killed a lot of dragons and lesser gods, being splattered on the walls of the fortress.

I approach the window, looking out to the castle below. A massive, sprawling castle, with towers and palisades, a big fuck off wall with towers where massive crystals float above them, everything with the black, red and gold theme. Beyond the wall, that I can see from here from the tallest tower of the castle, a road leading through a verdant plains, to a big town of good looking white houses, made of marble gleaming under the morning sun.

To my right, a massive lake where I know that are several fish, and beside it, a big farm of several grains and fruits, growing enough food to feed a full town and castle. And finally, to my left, a massive forest that spans for a long while before the edge. All of this is sitting on an absolutely MASSIVE piece of floating land. Not only that, there’s enough land underneath the surface for a full underground city.

And of course, there’s a Underdark terrarium inside the island, and a shadow dragon as well just for fun. Now that I think about it, there are a lot of creatures here… whatever, I’ll let the golems that guard the castle and do the daily chores feed them or whatever, since they are ordered to that anyway.

What now? I am a bit lost on what I can do… well, in this case, I should treat it as a session. First, assess my surroundings and get all the advantage that I can from the situation.

As a first act… the throne room, the central command of the Necropolis. Unfortunately, I never got any undead here. That was the initial idea, but undead are too high maintenance, have little advantage aside from shock troops, and I never got along with strong undead.

I make mention to walk to the door, but I stop myself. After all, I can freely teleport around the whole flying island. Since the knowledge is in my head already, it takes me a thought for the teleportation to activate.

It’s a bit weird, I simply disappear from where I am standing, feeling no weight as I travel through space and suddenly stand still in front of the throne. I look around, a bit startled, the massive throne room, with grey pillars, red banners where a black dragon coils around a golden orb. The massive, decorated throne with dragon motifs, with red cushioning and several red gems incrusted on it. As you might imagine, it is an artifact, specially made to control the whole island. I sit on it, looking to the full throne room.

Standards with my symbol are hanging from the great pillars. A red carpet, embroidered with golden strands of actual gold. Oh, and it isn’t stone that is black, it’s a magical mineral called Fallen Ore, stupidly resistant and magical, that’s the material of which the castle is built on. The golden decorations are also gold, enchanted gold.

I give the mental command, and the throne activates. My mind is flooded with information about the fortress, but I am strangely not overwhelmed. Maybe it is those intelligence points. I choose to overlap my vision with the “free camera” that can observe the whole island.

I fly through the plains, approaching the city, seeing the empty marble houses and the blue, clear sky. Uhum, just like the DM described how it works, flying freely without much limitation. I make this vision go to the edge of the island, peering down the edge, I see a vast ocean.

I see, I’m above the ocean right now. I should probably stealth myself wen going above land… nah, fuck it. It will be fun to scare the fuck out the people in the surface. Well, maybe activate the cloud mode, making a floating castle in the clouds. That could be good.

As I get ready to make the castle go forward, I’m startled as something enters my vision, a piece of floating island, with a black tower upon it, slowly drifting around the island. And above the tower, a massive crystal. Oh, one of my elemental towers. There’s six floating around the island, each dedicated to a different element including light and dark.

The primary defense of the Necropolis. Anyway, time to fly. I set the course to east and fly full speed, around 500 km/ph, east. Onward, to new adventures!