I died because of the stupidest reason imaginable. It wasn't from some heroic battle or a tragic accident no, nothing that noble. I was deep into this game called Quest of the Domains, a grueling two-month grind that had me glued to my PC every night after work. The game was addictive, with its sprawling worlds, epic quests, and characters that were... well, let's just say they were designed to captivate in more ways than one. But that late-night gaming marathon wasn't what killed me. No, the real culprit was me the ultimate gooner. Yeah, you heard that right. I died because I couldn't keep my hands to myself while jerking off to those pixelated temptresses. In the heat of the moment, my foot spasmed and kicked the PC tower hard. Sparks flew, the screen went black, and so did everything else. Next thing I knew, I was here.
My vision cleared slowly, like emerging from a foggy dream. I found myself seated on a grand throne, elevated high above swirling clouds that shimmered with ethereal light. The seat was massive, carved from what looked like pure starlight and obsidian, pulsing with an otherworldly energy that hummed through my veins. My hands pure white, almost translucent rested on armrests adorned with intricate runes that glowed faintly. Before me knelt a group of figures, their heads bowed in reverence, but my eyes locked onto the one closest: a woman with cascading blonde hair that caught the light like spun gold, and eyes that burned with an intense, molten amber hue. She was clad in flowing robes of silver and blue, accentuating her graceful form. This was Aurel, the goddess of reincarnation from the game. Holy shit, this was real.
"My lord," she intoned, her voice like a melody echoing through the vast, cloud-bound hall. "As you had ordered, we have summoned the hero and sent him to Domain 5. His name is Alto Kaze."
Alto Kaze? My mind reeled. That was the protagonist of Quest of the Domains the plucky hero who gets isekai'd into the game's world to conquer its seven domains. And here I was, apparently in the body of the one who pulls the strings. I tried to play it cool, channeling every ounce of regal poise I could muster from binge-watching fantasy animes. "Aurel, you may rise," I said, my voice booming with an unnatural depth that surprised even me. It carried the weight of thunder, resonating through the clouds.
She lifted her head slowly, those golden eyes meeting mine with a mix of devotion and curiosity. Her expression was serene, but a faint furrow creased her perfect brow. "My lord, are you feeling unwell? Is something bothering you?"
I froze internally. Unwell? Bothering me? What could possibly bother a god? My thoughts raced No, nothing bothers me. I'm fine. But the words caught in my throat. Instead, I waved a hand dismissively, hoping it looked authoritative. "It's nothing," I managed, my voice steady despite the chaos in my head.
Aurel's eyes softened with relief, but she pressed on gently. "Please forgive my ignorance, my lord. How could anything trouble the King of Gods? You are the very embodiment of creation and chaos the almighty Anuver, the Firstborn."
Anuver? The name hit me like a lightning bolt. In the game, Anuver was the ultimate powerhouse the god king who reversed time itself to give Alto a second chance at saving the world, bestowing divine powers that turned the tide against impossible odds. He was the puppet master, the one who never showed his face but orchestrated everything from the shadows. And now... I was him? Of all the bodies to reincarnate into, why the strongest, most enigmatic entity in the entire lore? My heart pounded or whatever passed for a heart in this divine form. Was this the first cycle of the game's story, or the second, where time had already looped? Alto had been summoned, so things were in motion. But shit, just looking at Aurel kneeling there, her golden eyes wide and innocent, her lips parted slightly in concern... it was stirring something primal. My new body reacted in ways I couldn't control an unwelcome erection straining against the ethereal robes. Focus, dammit. You're a god now, not some basement dweller.
I cleared my throat, forcing my mind back to the plot. I already knew the answer from the game, but I had to play the part. "And where did you send him?"
Aurel tilted her head slightly, a strand of blonde hair falling across her face like a golden veil. She seemed puzzled by the question, as if it were redundant coming from me the all-knowing Anuver. "My lord, it is the Kingdom of the Crimson Moon, which worships Big Sister Moon."
Big Sister Moon? So, Aurel and Moon were siblings in this world? That tracked with the game's lore goddesses bound by familial ties, each overseeing aspects of the domains. Excitement bubbled up inside me. Reincarnating as the strongest being? This was a dream come true. Anuver controlled two of the seven domains outright: the chaotic First Domain, birthplace of all creation, and the enigmatic Fifth Domain, a realm of trials and heroes. In the game, he never dirtied his hands personally; he just empowered players like Alto to conquer the rest. But now, with me in charge? I could change everything. Save the NPCs doomed to die in the story's tragedies, rewrite fates, and yeah... indulge in the perks. You know what I mean the kind of "divine interventions" that involved those stunning goddesses.
A grin crept across my face unbidden, the first real smile I'd felt since waking up here. The clouds around us seemed to brighten, as if responding to my mood.
Aurel noticed immediately, her eyes widening in surprise. She rose to her feet gracefully, her robes whispering against the misty floor. "My lord... are you happy? I have never seen you smile like this. Can I do something for you?"
The words hung in the air, heavy with unintended implication. We were alone now the other figures had dispersed silently, leaving us in this vast, celestial chamber where the boundaries between sky and throne blurred into infinity. I stood from the throne, towering over her even as she straightened to her full height. The air crackled with tension, the swirling clouds casting soft, ethereal shadows across her face. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink under my gaze, and she clasped her hands in front of her, fingers trembling ever so slightly.
I stepped closer, my pure white hands flexing at my sides. "What can you do?" I asked casually, but the words came out laced with a god's authority deep, commanding, impossible to ignore.
Aurel's breath hitched, fear flickering in her golden eyes like storm clouds over the sun. She dropped back to her knees, her voice a whisper laced with desperation. "I... I can do anything, my lord."
A wicked smile formed on my face, the possibilities unfolding like a forbidden scroll. The King of Gods, indeed.