I woke up and looked around me; it was so beautiful. Is this heaven? I'm not sure, but it feels incredibly comfortable.
"You're awake?" I sensed something powerful from this person.
"Excuse me, may I ask where I am?"
"You are in heaven." Heaven? Indeed, this place is incredibly beautiful.
I walked around for a moment, observing heaven from every corner. It felt so comfortable. What made me worthy of all this? Am I a good man, too good to deserve this? But wait, if I'm in heaven, there should be angels and God too.
I saw the person smiling at me, their face radiating brightness. I prostrated myself and paid my respects.
"I meet God." God smiled and touched my shoulder. I was incredibly nervous, so nervous that I stuttered.
"Stand up, let's chat." I conversed with God in heaven. God explained that I died sacrificing my life for my wives, who were on the verge of death. God was pleased with my courageous act and brought me to Heaven. Is Jesus here too? Impossible, but I'm grateful enough to be here.
"For your bravery and sacrifice, I grant you 7 wishes." I was very surprised to hear that, 7 wishes directly from God? I thought for a moment first.
"I don't have my true form. Can I replicate the appearance of Dark Link, but with human ears?" God smiled and pointed to a river. I looked into it, and my appearance became Dark Link with human ears. I looked like a younger Sephiroth with red eyes.
"6 more wishes." I thought again. Since these wishes were completely open, maybe I could ask for anything.
"I want a dimensional pouch in the form of a tattoo on my back, and this tattoo will be my communication channel with you." I felt a sting on my back. A tattoo with the Sword of Olympus and the words "Heavenly Marshal" in Latin—cool.
"5 more wishes?" What else? I have many desires, but God remained calm and patient, waiting for me.
"I want to be able to understand, comprehend, and become fluent in all languages." I felt my tongue burn for a moment, and then I heard whispers here and there. I heard the voices of heaven's angels. Their languages were quite unique, and I could understand and speak them fluently just by hearing them once.
"4 more wishes?" I thought for a moment. I really want to go to a game world, to have a game system within a fictional fantasy, even though I'm already in the realm of fiction. I am meta-fiction, a player from the fictional world I adventure in.
"I want a Game System and Mechanism engraved into my existence, so I can be considered a game character that I directly play, like VR, right?"
"An interesting request, granted." God gave me a PS2-model Memory Card. I was confused.
"Insert it into the back of your neck." I remembered how Master Chief inserted Cortana. This save data vanished when I followed God's command, and an interface appeared.
[Save data uploaded.... connecting to user..... complete]
"Save data? Cool." I looked at my interface, which was empty.
"I haven't filled it yet, have I?" I had expected this; empty save data. I would need to fill it again someday.
"3 more wishes?" I thought about sacrificing my life on the brink of death. My wives must have been devastated by my death.
"Can I convey a farewell message to my wives?" God looked at me with a radiant smile.
"Of course, please do." I took a deep breath. I had to resolve myself for this, no ambiguity, straight from the heart.
"Forgive my departure, my wives. I know you are deeply devastated and saddened to hear of my sudden death without telling you first, but I assure you, I willingly gave my life to you. I entrust my legacy to you, and know this: I love you, even if we are separated by an impenetrable barrier. But know, my wives, I will watch over you from Heaven. Sincerely, your husband, Valtor Ismael." God sent the message, then looked at me seriously.
"2 more wishes?" What could it be? Truly, I was very confused about what advice or impressions I could receive.
"Can I meet Satan?" God pointed behind me. I turned and saw Satan. I got jumpscared really hard.
"Hello!" Satan waved his hand. I looked at Satan—ominous yet cool.
"Satan, the devil, the legendary being. I am your biggest fan after God." Satan chuckled at that. We shook hands.
"Nice to meet you. You are very brave but also quite selfish. I like your actions. So, what is your last wish?" Last wish? What could it be? Ah, right, maybe that's it.
"Can I stay in Heaven for a while, interact with its inhabitants again? Then, I beg you, punish me in hell until all my sins are cleansed." Satan and God exchanged glances. God nodded, and Satan patted my shoulder.
"Alright, to hell first. I and the demons in hell are ready to torment you, but remember. It hurts, a lot."
"That is why hell exists. Let's go!" I knew this would be bad, but what else could I do? Sin is sin. Acknowledge it and accept the torment in hell.
We arrived at the gates of hell. Large, rusty iron doors stood majestically before me, carved with faces contorted in pain. The scorching heat made my skin feel like it was burning just by getting close.
I stepped inside, and the sight within was horrifying. Flames blazed everywhere, creating a grim atmosphere filled with screams of agony. The ground was made of hot stone, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur.
Satan led the way, passing rivers of lava and steep cliffs. At every turn, I saw demons ready with their instruments of torture. They smiled cruelly, gazing at me with hungry eyes. But I kept walking, knowing this was part of my redemption.
"Ready?"
"Yes," I took a deep breath, and with that word, I surrendered myself to the torment that immediately crashed down upon my body and soul without mercy. Every suffering I felt pierced deeper than before, as if tearing apart the innermost parts of my sinful self.
I felt a scorching heat on my skin, as if burned by hellfire. Every incision and cut reminded me of my countless sins. This torment was not just physical; every suffering evoked memories of my mistakes and sins, creating an endless cycle of pain and regret.
The sounds of roars and screams filled the room, but no single sound could match the cries from within me. This pain was too real, too profound, and I knew this was a fitting punishment for my unforgivable sins.
I felt myself dragged into an abyss of misery, my soul torn apart by every torment inflicted upon me. Memories of the past haunted my mind, depicting every evil act I had ever committed. I was haunted by the shadows of those sins, reliving every person I had hurt, every promise I had broken, and every lie I had told.
In the darkness that enveloped me, I felt myself losing my identity as a human. I became a shadow of myself, trapped in a cycle of pain and regret. My body trembled, blood flowing from wounds that were invisible yet felt so real.
Every passing second felt like an eternity, and I began to doubt if I would ever escape this hell. It felt like I was condemned forever, without end, without hope.
However, amidst this darkness and pain, one thing remained. I couldn't avoid the reality that I deserved all of this. In the unbearable suffering, I found a little solace in the understanding that this was the justice I received for all my sins.
With every gasped breath, I realized that this punishment was part of the journey I had to endure. I didn't know if I would ever find forgiveness or peace, but for now, I could only accept this suffering as part of the atonement for my countless sins.
Thus, I continued to endure, trapped in an endless cycle of pain and regret. Time seemed to stand still, and I myself lost count of how long I had been here, stuck in various forms of immeasurable torment. From every level of hell, I experienced every form of torture described in sacred texts, every detail feeling so real and profound.
Every day, every second, I was plagued by pain that not only tore at my body but also ripped apart my soul and mind. Each torment had a different intensity, from the most physical to the most psychological. In this suffering, I was as if led through various aspects of hell, each offering a unique and terrifying type of torment.
However, amidst all this darkness and misery, I tried to find a positive side. In the noise of screams and despair, one thought emerged: "Hell is incredibly painful."
There was a kind of understanding in this suffering. Although it didn't lessen the intensity of the pain, I began to understand that every torment had a purpose, and that existence in hell was part of a process. This torment, though horrific, offered an opportunity for reflection and perhaps a way to redeem myself.
I thought that even though hell is a place of suffering, it is also a reflection of the actions and decisions I had made throughout my life. In this torment, I gained a deeper understanding of the nature of sin and punishment, and perhaps, this was a way to process and confront all the wrongs I had committed.
With this feeling, I found new strength to endure. Although every day felt like an eternity and was filled with immeasurable pain, I tried to stay positive, trying to find meaning behind this suffering.
But it was all worth it. I had experienced all the torment in hell, so any suffering I received would make my mind as tough as steel—no, beyond anyone's mind.
"How was it?" Satan approached me, sprawled and covered in wounds.
"I deserved it. Thank you." Satan laughed and patted my shoulder hard.
"Relax, return to Heaven." I was escorted back to Heaven, then saw God sitting on his magnificent throne.
"Last wish... what do you desire?" What could it be? I must think clearly about this. Do I need to take a trip to another world? Nah, I want to stay here for a while.
"Can I stay here for a while? I want to get to know the inhabitants of heaven and hell better." For some reason, God smiled; something was odd, but I didn't want to bother with it.
"Very well," I sighed and bowed to God, accepting my destiny with complete sincerity. After that, I lived here, feeling like a second Adam. Am I the second man created? I don't know, but I feel comfortable in this place.
My days in heaven were spent conversing with angels. They were so friendly and full of love, as if every word that came from their mouths was a melody that soothed the soul. Our conversations often revolved around the wonders of the universe, divine wisdom, and boundless compassion. Every chat brought invaluable peace and knowledge.
However, my insatiable curiosity led me elsewhere. I decided to visit hell and converse with Satan and the demons there. A rather unusual step, perhaps, but I felt the need to understand all aspects of my current existence.
When I arrived in hell, a different atmosphere greeted me. There was no fear or terror as one might imagine. Instead, I found that Satan and the demons were very chill. They weren't as bad as depicted in horror stories. We conversed casually, discussing various topics from their perspective. They also had their own wisdom, though different from what I heard in heaven.
These conversations made me ponder, did I deserve all this? I, a human full of sins and mistakes, was given the opportunity to speak with divine beings and demons, gaining insights from two different sides. Did I deserve to be here, living a life full of such profound knowledge and experience?
In my contemplation, I realized that perhaps this was part of a journey of redemption and understanding. Every encounter, whether with angels or demons, was an opportunity to learn and grow. Perhaps, in accepting and understanding all aspects of my existence, I could learn how to fight.
"Fight?" I looked at Satan and God with enthusiasm. They nodded in agreement, and with that, preparations for my training began.
"Alright, training will commence," Satan said with a meaningful smile. He pulled me to Hell, the place where intense training would soon begin.
This training system was simple in concept, yet its difficulty levels were tormenting. In hell, the training I underwent under the supervision of Satan and the demons was like preparation for life-and-death combat. Every day, I was tested with various physical and mental challenges that made my body burn with pain, but at the same time, strengthened and solidified my techniques. This training not only honed my fighting abilities but also my endurance and courage to face anything.
On the other hand, in Heaven, the training given by the angels and God was calmer and more focused. Every movement and technique taught was filled with tranquility and wisdom. I learned how to use power in a more harmonious and effective way, how to control emotions and thoughts, and how to find balance in every battle. The training in Heaven taught me not only to rely on physical strength but also on inner and spiritual power.
The fusion of both training styles offered an extraordinary experience. In Hell, I was forged into a fearless warrior, while in Heaven, I was taught to be a wise and compassionate soldier. These two worlds, despite their differing approaches, contributed immensely to shaping who I am.
Whenever I returned to Heaven after grueling training in Hell, the angels greeted me with care, tending to my wounds and fatigue. In Hell, the demons pushed me to persevere, never to give up, even when the pain felt unbearable.
With the angels' knowledge of magic and human technology, I could apply and implement them in Hell as a training ground. This, combined with humanity's collective knowledge of magic and dark arts, proved incredibly helpful.
Demons and Satan provided me with various weapons, from normal to abnormal. I had to master them all progressively. My focus was on progress and, more crucially, control.
Everything came down to control—the ability to manage my actions when a situation arose. Don't hesitate, and always trust your instincts and intuition. That was the advice from both demons and angels in combat.
Strength, abilities, magic, weapons—these are merely tools. How you control that power is paramount. Without control, you'll be engulfed by it; it won't be you mastering it, but the power that will take over you.
Training in Hell taught me to face various situations with calmness and courage. Each day presented challenges that forced me to think quickly and act with precision. The demons pushed my limits, while Satan observed my every move, ensuring I learned from my mistakes.
In Heaven, the angels guided me to find balance. They taught me serene techniques, demonstrating how to use magic and technology harmoniously. They showed me how to maintain focus in every action, how to synchronize inner strength with physical power.
The blend of Hell's intense training and Heaven's wisdom created an unparalleled combination. I learned to control every element of my power, understanding how each movement and decision affected the outcome of a fight.
Over time, I began to feel a transformation within myself. I didn't just become physically stronger, but also wiser and calmer in confronting any situation. Every challenge became an opportunity to learn, every defeat a valuable lesson.
With a newfound understanding of control, I resumed my training with renewed vigor. Now, I was learning about the One Man Army concept. This training was significantly harder than before, requiring me to be highly responsive to attacks from all directions.
On the other hand, the angels focused on training me to concentrate on a single point amidst numerous distractions. This was quite challenging, as I frequently failed. Focusing on one point amid so many distractions was mentally exhausting, but I knew it would be worth it.
The One Man Army training in Hell was about endurance and rapid response. Satan and the Demons created scenarios where I was attacked from all directions, leaving no room for rest. I had to learn to react quickly, utilizing every strength and ability to survive and counter. Each day, this training intensified, pushing my limits to their very lowest.
In Heaven, the Angels adopted a different approach. They created an environment where I had to concentrate on a single point amidst various distractions. Sounds, lights, and movements were simulated to divert my attention, yet the objective was to remain focused on a single task or target. This training centered more on mental control and the ability to maintain composure amidst chaos.
Initially, I often failed. My mind and body were out of sync, and distractions easily overwhelmed me. However, with the guidance and encouragement from the Angels, I began to discover ways to calm my mind, ignore disturbances, and direct my energy toward one goal. This process was incredibly draining mentally, but I felt progress every single day.
God commanded me to rest for a while, and I complied. During this break, I engaged in self-reflection, particularly regarding my development and my ultimate purpose here.
Having lived in Heaven, I realized that no earthly paradise could compare to this place. The celestial maidens were extraordinarily beautiful, and I confess, I was deeply captivated by them. They were also willing to be my partners, but I felt humble and unworthy of wives like them, especially given their immense number. God approved of me taking wives from these celestial maidens. So, the crucial point is, no earthly heaven would be worth as much as Heaven here. No matter how beautiful women in the outside world are, they wouldn't tempt me. Moreover, with the exceptionally handsome angels, I received perfect care from them. The celestial maidens also helped me become more charming and handsome.
Having been tormented in Hell, all forms of physical, mental, and psychological pain in the world are incomparable to what I experienced here. I might become a bit tougher and less empathetic, but this experience was worth it. The torture methods in Hell helped me understand torment profoundly. The Demons in Hell, just like the angels in Heaven, were more active and assertive in tempting. This helped me build exceptionally strong willpower. However, this also made me literally denser, not because I expect women in the world to fall for me just to chase the "Irregularity" I possess.
With my combat training, I fear nothing I face. Even though I might encounter gods, I have personally seen and met both God and Satan. I am neither intimidated nor will I retreat, even if my adversaries are omnipotent beings. But one thing is certain: they may be omnipotent in fictional worlds, but I am a human from the real world. I can be considered meta-fiction or a being superior to them. I can do what I want. Coupled with the game system, which is a game-changer, it is now undeniable that I am considered a fan-fiction character.
That's the ultimate conclusion I can draw from this.
I then continued, this time with even greater seriousness and dedication. The most important thing was ensuring this training would be profoundly beneficial in the long term.
One Man Army had reached a stage where I could simultaneously combat millions of superhumans with a variety of attacks that I admitted were quite challenging to face. However, with the angels' training to focus on a single point amidst thousands of distractions, I finally gained invaluable insight from this experience.
The core of focusing on one point is to "eliminate" the source of my enemies' power, making it easier to defeat them without extra effort. So now I reversed this approach: I focused my vigilance, understanding, observation, comprehension, and learned my enemies through continuous trial and error.
With this method, I could leverage every moment to gain valuable information about my enemies. Every movement, every attack, every tactic became data I could analyze and use to my advantage. Over time, I grew increasingly adept at identifying their patterns and weaknesses.
It took a very long time, but I finally managed to focus on a single point amidst all the distractions. In its implication, even if a single enemy possessed abilities, powers, tools, weapons, partners, and companions they adventured with, I only needed to eliminate one critical point that could destroy everything. That was the most effective method provided and emphasized by the angels.
Meanwhile, the utility of One Man Army lay in how quickly I could analyze, assess, and learn my numerous enemies, specifically targeting the crucial point I had focused on. I utilized and employed trial and error in these battles as a "testing ground."
This training enabled me to swiftly identify the primary weaknesses of enemy groups, and over time, I learned how to neutralize them with maximum efficiency. Every battle was an opportunity to practice and refine this technique.
As a result, I could face large armies and various threats with newfound confidence. I fought not only with physical strength but with keen intellect and well-thought-out strategies. I became adept at using every piece of information I gathered to my maximum advantage.
Train, rest, train again. This cycle continued, and sometimes I paused to listen to profound wisdom from the angels and God directly. Plus, I now quite understood the system of God's Faith, thanks to God and the angels.
Furthermore, I also understood the system of Satan's Cult. Basically, Satan was quite calm and relaxed about it because he could also be considered the opposite of God, even though in essence Satan was also God's creation. The important point was that I gained knowledge on how to worship correctly so that I could connect with the deities of the worlds I adventured in. God didn't mind me choosing religions and beliefs in the worlds I visited, merely as a formality, but I still held firm to the belief that the God I worshipped was the one now giving me this lecture.
Satan also gave me some tips and tricks for deception and some insights into distrusting God's teachings. In this case, the deities of the worlds I visit. I could make them turn their followers' faces away from the God they adored and worshipped. This trick was quite insane, but I could learn it just in case it was needed.
Now, my One Man Army training reached the realm of primordial beings, creatures born from the beginning of creation and equal to the creators of the very world. This battle was fierce, time-consuming, and exhausting.
Even though the "one pointer" from the angels didn't guarantee victory, even if the probability was only 1%, the indomitable human spirit was no joke. I kept pushing forward, and the demons' training made me incredibly stubborn about it.
In this realm, every movement and decision had to be made with absolute precision. I faced entities that could manipulate reality and possessed almost limitless power. Each of their attacks could destroy worlds, and I had to evade or parry while seeking an opening to strike back.
I remembered the lesson given by the angels: focus on one point amidst thousands of distractions. In every battle, I sought their weak point, a small opening that could be exploited to defeat them. This training was not just about physical strength but also about mental and spiritual fortitude.
Meanwhile, the lessons from the demons taught me never to give up. They taught resilience and persistence, even when facing seemingly invincible foes. They showed me that with enough determination and the right strategy, even gods could be conquered.
And I forgot to count the time. After fighting, meditating, and communicating with all the inhabitants of heaven and hell, my being began to form beautifully. Perhaps because of all this, my quality could be said to be extraordinary. Divine quality and abilities beyond even gods, surpassing primordials and even God himself—the "God" here refers to the deities of the worlds I would adventure in. But most importantly, my physique was well-formed, my fighting techniques were excellent, and my instincts and intuition were incredibly refined.
I sat under the Tree of Knowledge, the tree from which Eve took the forbidden fruit. This fruit smelled incredibly fragrant, and moreover, God allowed me to eat it. Perhaps I would be cursed and cast out. I hesitated and declined the offer.
"It's alright, eat it, but just one fruit." I took it and ate it.
After eating the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge, its bitter and sweet taste flowed through my body, as if filling every cell with the essence of knowledge itself. Drastic changes began to occur. I felt an incredible energy and a dramatic increase in awareness and understanding of everything.
My body underwent a transformation. Every muscle and bone felt stronger and tougher, as if sculpted by divine hands. My mind and soul felt sharper and clearer. My instincts and intuition became more precise, able to perceive things I couldn't understand before.
With this new knowledge, I began to comprehend many things I could only imagine before. My fighting techniques became even more perfect; I could predict enemy movements with extraordinary accuracy. The magic and technology I learned from the angels and demons became a harmonious whole, creating new abilities that even surpassed what I had imagined.
I sat under the Tree of Knowledge, reflecting on the transformation that had occurred. I felt like Adam, but with far broader and deeper knowledge. God observed with a smile on his face, while Satan looked at me with a satisfied sense of pride.
"Welcome, you are part of us," God said with a tone full of acceptance. I wasn't banished like Adam and Eve? I should be grateful for that.
"Can I come back here again?" I asked the question I most wanted to know.
"Of course, whenever you want. The tattoo on your back is proof that you are an inhabitant here. No creature can copy that tattoo," God replied, making me happy to hear the good news about my tattoo.
"Plus, you could say you don't need to abide by the system of sin. If you feel guilty or feel something deserves punishment, go to hell and be punished. That's all. If you want to rest for a while, here, in heaven," Satan said. I was even happier to hear that, but the important question now is, what's next? Should I leave like some fan-fiction characters? To other worlds just to adventure, create memories and experiences?
"I guess you want to go to other worlds like a fan-fiction character, right?" God asked with a tone full of understanding. I couldn't lie. A monologue with God and Satan, who basically knew everything, was unavoidable.
"True," I answered honestly. They both looked at me gently.
"Alright, God will be the Game Master, and I will be the Moderator. The application is quite simple. God will literally create game mechanics for you and guide you through that save data system. My task is to oversee your adventure and manage conflicts, like missions, quests, or tasks. Not always will God and I interfere with what you want to do; it depends on how you act. Is that sufficient?" I was very happy to hear this explanation. With God as GM and Satan as Moderator, I felt like I was at the top of the hierarchy.
"With such a system, God can regulate and change the laws of that world to suit my context as a fan-fiction character. Satan can give me tasks, missions, or commissions if needed, but it all depends on me. Are these tasks mandatory or universal, correct?"
"By implication, yes," God replied with a nod.
With the system set up, I was ready to step into a new world. With God as GM and Satan as Moderator, I knew the next adventure would be a unique and challenging experience.
I could explore new worlds, undertake exciting missions, and face various conflicts, all with the freedom to choose my own path.
"So, when can I start?" I asked with high enthusiasm.
"Soon. Choose the world you want to visit, and I will prepare everything," God answered with full seriousness.
"And remember, every decision you make will affect your storyline. Use your freedom wisely," Satan added with an important warning. I nodded, understanding the weight of the responsibility on my shoulders.
With great excitement, I began to plan my next adventure. Which world would be suitable for it, and I wanted to start with a game world. The question was, what game?
What type of game should I choose as a starting point? I couldn't possibly pick a super difficult game to begin with. I needed to choose something that would offer a challenge yet still allow for significant progress.
Everything has a first time, even though I've done Training and Tutorials here with the support of the GM and Moderator, you could say I'm a PTW player and Beta-tester in the context of games.
If I'm using the Angel and Demon background, I need to have a crucial idea for it.
"Want a suggestion?" I looked at Satan and nodded.
"Please suggest."
"Why not pick something simple first, Minecraft?" I opened my eyes wide. Minecraft was incredibly useful; why didn't I think of such a simple game?
"You're right. Minecraft. Thank you." Satan nodded and gave me an intriguing interface.
[43th Scenario : Starting Point]
Category: Chain Main
Description Of Scenario : You will send to Minecraft World, in this world you Have Creative Aspect where what you collection is infinite usage and allows creativity, as you can made many stone builds and amazing things. but the World is On Survival which must collect resources, build structures, battle mobs, eat, and explore the world in an effort to survive
Difficulty: Hardcore
Clear Conditions :
To Complete 43th Scenario, Is entirely depend on you. if you want to go, you can Log out by asking God or Satan.
Devil Deal : Special Scenario Event that benefit you in many way by following this Option >
A. Build your first House, Reward : New Attribute
B. Successful Trade with other Villager, Reward : New Artifact
C. Defend your House from Pillager, Reward : New Attribute
D. Defeat Ender Dragon, Reward : Pandora Box
Grail Quest : Exclusive scenario event that grant you three wish upon success >
A. Complete Devil Deal.
Time Limit : None
Reward : New Power.
Failure : None
I pushed aside any thoughts of my 43 previous attempts here; every single one was worth the time.
"Power? Is that an innate strength I possess?" I asked, full of enthusiasm.
"That's right. Attributes are your inherent genetics, or rather, your physiology, which harmonizes with your strength, abilities, skills, artifacts, magic, and various mechanisms. All of it is connected within the Save Data you possess." I instantly felt excited hearing that; I need to be more diligent in my actions.
"Send me now." God smiled, and with a wave of His hand, I felt a powerful energy surge through my body. In an instant, I felt myself transported to a different place. This new world felt alien yet full of potential adventures waiting to unfold.
I stood in the middle of a vast field, with trees and towering mountains in the distance. Fresh air filled my lungs, and I felt a new strength coursing through my body. I knew this was the beginning of something great.
"Welcome to your new world," God's voice echoed in my mind.
"Yes." I began my first game, Minecraft. I hope I survive here