5000 Years Later
Five thousand years after the Ancient Nephilim erased the former kings…
Inside the capital of the Human Empire, a tall young man walked through the city with an ice cream in hand, his face hidden under a hoodie.
"Ahhh," he groaned. "Fuck this sunlight."
Azra was irritated. He never wanted to go outside, but his cute assistant had been forcing him out of his room for six months straight.
Tch. I'd rather play games.
He remembered her scary smile and shook his head.
"Five thousand years, huh… Humans are interesting."
The city before him was nothing like the past. Towers pierced the clouds, their surfaces pulsing with living light. Hovering cars drifted between spires, docking at floating platforms. Above, a train glided silently across the sky, powered by glowing Anima circles.
Fascinating.
Then he looked toward the centre of the city.
A massive statue stood there—a man that barely looked like him, with an absurd title carved beneath it:
THE MAN ABOVE ALL, GOD OF ALL RACES.
"That bastard king," Azra muttered, throwing his ice cream to the ground. I never told him to do this. Why make me the supreme god?"
A deep flush crept up his neck as his eyes lingered on the title once more.
"Who the hell wants a title like that!?"
People glared at him like he had committed blasphemy, so he shook his head and walked away. Roar echoed above as humans ride Dragons through the sky.
He smirked.
I spared their race and let fate decide, and now their human familiars? How ironic. The two races that started that bullshit war are now living together. Fate truly is an interesting thing.
Walking to the left, he entered a gaming store. The smell was strangely nostalgic; it reminded him of a library, with rows of preserved cards standing like books on a shelf
"TCG… should I buy one?"
Next to the cards was a famous online game.
The Swordmaster and the Regressor.
The cover showed a floating man and woman with dark blue hair and eyes, twin siblings.
He picked it up and walked to the counter.
"This, and two packs of those cards."
The young cashier smiled. "Cash or card, sir?"
He handed her his card. She froze.
"…What's wrong?"
"N-nothing… Your Majesty."
"…Ah. Right."
The black card was a royal signet. He waited silently while the guild staff bowed and trembled, then left.
"I just want to play games, damn it…"
56 Hours Later
End credits rolled on a massive TV. The lights were off. Pizza boxes are scattered everywhere.
Azra stretched inside his blanket.
"Hmm… not bad. I see why it's popular."
Watching the post-credits scene to see what all the main and side characters had been up to, I saw a skinny man in a tuxedo appear on the screen.
"Oh, it's him." Azra smiled.
"That guy who kept seducing female characters. The side character at the start… what was his nickname again? oh right, the failed Rizzler and the pathetic gigolo of the academy
Reading the credits, his eyes widened
Job: Gigolo.
"…Wait."
He burst out laughing.
"Pfft—HAHAHAHA! He really became a gigolo!? That's insane."
Ring RIng
His phone rang. He looked to see who it was and trembled when he saw the name.
"Oh shit."
"Uriel—what—"
"You lazy bastard!!! Where the hell are you!?"
"Well, I'm training."
"Training my ass! Get here right now, Your Majesty! Or I'll come to you—no, scrap that, I AM coming!"
"Wait, you don't need to—"
She hung up.
"...Fuck." As he stood up to prepare, he froze. He looked up just as a black light descended at light speed.
BOOOOOOM!
A skyscraper exploded. Shockwaves blasted through the city as the guards activated Anima barriers to protect the civilians.
"What the hell is that!?" someone screamed.
Two otherworldly beings floated in the sky, wearing knight-like armour and red masks.
One descended slowly, staring through a violet barrier into Azra's room.
"Greetings, Azraelion, Anchor of This World."
He raised his hand.
"Blame your fate. The Outer Beings have taken interest in this world."
Space twisted around him— but before he moved, a frustrated scream echoed as if the person he loved the most had died
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Azra knelt beside a shattered device.
"My super limited billion-credit console—NOOOO, MY SOOOOOOOON!!!"
Silence.
Utter silence.
The two Outer Gods stared at him, confused.
"…What?"