(A.N.: A rather short conclusion chapter with plenty of self-reflection and all this philosphical bullshit that won't matter anyway in two chapter or so because I am a bad writer :(.

One more thing. Jesus! Five 5 star reviews? Are you guys out of your mind?! I won't play the humble pretender and say: "Uhh... don't give me 5 stars!", of course I want 5 stars. But in all honesty my story does not deserve 5 stars, and I don't say this to get any pity from you guys, it's just how I see my story. 

I am mindful of my grammar and try to make some more realistic characters; no emo-edgy-cringey assassins that dual wields; no pessimistic asshole that despises everyone but in the end helps anyway -what a hypocrite-; and no 'loner' and 'loser' that is covertly some super intelligent whatnot-bullshit and can secretly do everything.

That's all from me, I hope you like this chapter, post a comment below and maybe give me a more accurate review. Thank you! :) )

Uncerimoniously I was awoken from my short slumber, groggy and tired, by no one else than my own mother.

"LEO! I told you to clean the house! Are you deaf or what, do you think your father and I are your servants? Get your ass out of the bed right now and help your father carry the groceries upstairs!"

"Yeah, just... *Yawn*... give me a moment."

"Did you just say 'Give me a moment'? Stand up, right now!"

Goddamn, that woman really knew how to piss me off. Alas I love her, be she as loud as she is.

Wobbly and a tad bit reluctanty I tore myself away from the snug combination of down blanket and pocket spring mattress, my eyes shunning the midday sun with restive flutters as it glared down on me.

The room felt different, not in a way one could discern with the eye. My heart felt unrest as I stood above my white table, lovingly patting my companions surface. 

The past events took a tool on my mind, obviously, everyone would expect as much. But the real oddity was that the horror and cruelty I experienced just a few hours prior already devolved into a most minuscle itch at the back of my mind. I felt bad, yes, but that's where it stopped. "Yeah... I killed twenty people, now I feel a bit bad.". Who in his right mind would react like that if not a psychopath.

I grew nervous, hadn't anticipated my own self and morals being corroded to such an extent already, and it was only the well-known stirr of my phone that rid me of the anxiety.

'Relax.,.It's.Normal.

Although.You.Are.Not.Fully.Confident.In.Your.Self.,.Your.Mind.Already.Understood.That.You.Are.No.Longer.Human.

Surely.,.You.Will.Fell.Empathy.For.The.Dead.But.That.Doesn't.Mean.It.Should.Hamper.Your.Judgement.,.Your.Mind.Is.Making.Sure.Of.That.,.Reminding.You.That.You.Are.A.God.Now.'

God was not wrong, naturally. Indeed, deep down I already acknowledged the fact that I am now something far outstripping the limits and boundaries imposed onto those that are humanity. I am not a human anymore, though I was still humane.

You could think of it like that: "You are a human and the rest of humanity goldfish. One day you forgot to feed the little cretins and some of them die off. You won't break down and cry, you would rather think: 'Damn. Tsk. Poor buggers, maybe you guys get into fish heaven, who knows?'". And that's it. It was just surprising how quick this change took place.

Naturally you would consider your family, your friends, those you hold dear, as far more important. They will remain inside your heart as existences that should be treasured, but anyone else? Yeah, you'd feel bad if they died, offer them a prayer maybe, but... well, you stop there and let the matter go.

You are omnipotent but just couldn't be bothered by such trivial matters anymore, humans were seldomly worth more than what they actually are; slightly more evolved primates.

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Surely it came as a shock how apathic I felt considering all those deaths, but I won't deny that their past actions gave me a bit of relief as well. Maybe I would be more devastated if I killed somebody innocent, but the thing is, why should I even do that? I won't ever know how it feels to kill somebody innocent, because, why should I if he is innocent? You get what I mean?

So, yeah, I can't really put it into perspective.

"Are you kidding me?", whilst in my self-reflection my mother peeked inside my room. "I told you to go help your father!", she shouted and I scrammed. She is more of a shark than a goldfish in retrospective.

After helping my old father out with the groceries I was once again seated at my laptop, my fingers entwined and chin resting above I was sinking into deep contemplation.

The first test was to discern whether I have the courage to change one's life for the better. As someone that thinks of life and humanity as such as untouchable, in a sense that no greater power should have the right to interfere, I still buckled under the emotional stress of seeing a beautiful life wilt away. One could say I do not have to bear any responsibility, after all I could just undo all my past actions and deeds, but the last remnants of my human-self tell me otherwise.

Now, the second test was more intriguing. It stoked a fire inside of me that wants naught but to immolate all the evil I have seen and felt for the betterment of this world and at the same time it has shown me just how powerful I am, to decimate dozens of people in the blink of an eye. It was child's play. Its actual goal should be slightly different though.

I believe many of you have heard of the phrase: 'Power corrupts', right? It is not wrong per se but not correct either. Instead of corrupting you, you begin realizing what offers and chances were hidden away from you before. And now with this power you can realize them without repercussions. Power unclouds your real self, this self of you that slumbers deep down and only waits to pounce; the animalistic and visceral side of humanity, the savage inside of you.

And I have to say, the temptation is great. Greater than anything I have and will ever experience. Just the mere idea that I could succumb to all my vice and debauchery for all eternity, live it all out, it beguiled me. Somehow, I knew what God's third test would be, or the gist of it at least. To live like a God, to embrace what I have become lest I won't change for the rest of my now immortal life. Now the question remained, should I do it?

Could I do it?

Yes, I could.

All those dreams and aspirations I have I could finally make true, this indecisiveness from just a day ago came from suspicion and distrust, that my powers do not work, that this is all just a dream and it will sooner than later start crashing down. But the tests have shown me what I can do. I can make this world better, and even though I hate the thought of mingling into other peoples' business, it is something this world deserves, for all the evil and atrocities it harbors.

"God?", I whispered softly.

'Yes?'

"Let's start the next test."

'Of.Course.'

I waited for the cold sensation of an ineffable power, far above me, to grip and suffocate me how it did twice before. But instead I was kept untouched; placidly I kept sitting and waiting.

After insufferable five minutes with a sweat drenched back and my nervousness spiking I dared to speak up.

"Uhm... God? When will the next test begin?", I asked and looked down upon my phone.

Black.

The screen was black.

With a quirked brow I turned the phone on.

'No notifications. Huh...?', clicking onto the messenger I browsed it for any signs of my divine collocutor. It was an intensive search, a vain one.

"OH! That's the third test!", I suddenly exclaimed as epiphany upon epiphany graced me.

"So, now it's all up to me what I can and cannot do, huh..... Lovely.", I snickered and leaned back into my chair. Fun times ahead of me, fun times.

(A.N.: Yup, that concludes the prologue. Seriously, if that wasn't the prologue then what is? Expect way more action and OP'ness -God, that sounds awful- in the next few chapters. I for one am looking forward to it. :D )