The Red Commanders Wordly Adventures

The Red Commanders Wordly Adventures

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The realm of the gods is a complicated dimension. Just like how humans have the hunger and greed for power, the hierarchy, and the concept of nothing is omnipotent. The gods also have some power struggles often among the gods that have existed now and the gods that have existed before. However, much to no ones surprise. A cheeky new little hatchling of a god decided to burn some karma in exchange for something entertaining. It did not move for justice nor did it move for evil. It move just for ones amusement. "The hero, The commander that will never be seen before. The human who twisted his own fate and others. How amusing must he become once I burn a few karma?" The god could not help but chuckle and rub both of it's palms feeling goosebumps. A certain human who had the eyes of both The God of Death and that terribly annoying God of Balance. And someone who change not just his worlds fate but also the others. "Shall I tell his story?" The god snickered as she thought to herself. Yes...A simple reaction would do.
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[rewritten] Cale sat on the couch, utterly done. Across from him sat the culprit of his misery-the God of Death. A commander, Cale? Ha! More like a chubby toddler with baby hands. Cale's eye twitched. "Explain." The god gulped. "Cale, my child... I-I didn't mean to! The intrusive thoughts won..." Cale inhaled sharply. 'Murder is illegal. Murder is illegal-oh hell-i don't care!' Beside him, Angela gasped dramatically, hands clasped together. "Kyaa! Cale-child! You're so adorable! I can't wait to see your cha-ahem, help to that world!" Cale, a grown man trapped in a four-year-old's body, stared soullessly into the void. He needed a nap. Or a weapon. --- Meanwhile, in another world... Og!Cale sat alone on his fourteenth birthday, his only gift being existential dread. Then, boom! A flash of light- And suddenly, on his floor lay a tiny redheaded kid, unconscious and bleeding. Og!Cale stared. His heart skipped a beat. '...Did I just get a son?-No! what am I thinking?!'

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