At the age of 27, I became a Vice-Admiral of the US Navy and because of this, my crewmates and even the government has eyes on me. I was feared for my unbelievable talent to grow stronger.

Normally, at the age of 27, you would only get the ranking of Captain or Commander. But me, I was feared. So the Government assassinated me.

[YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN AS A PLAYER!]

I woke up in an unfamiliar place with thousands of people, like me, who was confused. All of us believed we died and now here we are. In a place we don't know, a clothing we don't own, and a weapon that we are specialized at. For me, I thought it was supposed to be a gun, but weirdly, it was a sword.

A man with elongated nose and wearing a tuxedo, appeared in the middle of the place that we arrived in. He told us about our situation, that we have now died and this place is called the Tower to GodHood.

It seemed like when you die, you go here. this is what Heaven is; and this is what Hell is too.

This tower was made in order for a new God to be born and only a few out of the thousands of people here are to continue to the next floor of the tower.

When you are killed, your soul was to be disinegrated into nothingness; and when you are alive, you become one of the few candidates to be a God. One of the few millions of the candidates, to be exact.

Hell broke loose as the mission to reach the next floor began. Thousands of people were killed and only hundreds survived. I continued to reach the tower for a reason to live, for a reason to become like a God.

In my mind, there was no stronger motivation than the will to become the highest ranking of Humanity. It was a harsh journey, but I gained comrades along the way and lost too. I discovered the secrets of the towers, from weapons to armors and to hidden and forbidden magic. I knew them all.

For more than hundres of years, I swept blood throughout the tower as I began to become more powerful than the Gods imagined. I became too strong, in fact! That they were observing me from afar.

It was a journey of loss and gain as I slowly lost comrades, I gained power; and finally. The time has come as I stood in front at the Gate of Olympus in the 100th floor. I was going to become a God!

Until.

[You are too dangerous to be a God!]

I felt a sharp pain entering at the back of my body and leaving at my chest. I lookded behind as the 9 Gods of the Tower stabbed me from behind using the 9 Divine Artifacts.

It was too late for me. Even I can't survive a tool said to have killed their father. In a matter of seconds, my years of harsh and dangerous journey was destroyed by the very beings that appointed me to reach the top.

I was angered and I screamed my last words at the end of my lungs. I announced!

"YOU PITIFUL GODS, I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS! I WILL KILL ALL OF YOU, WATCH ME! I WILL RETURN!"

Betrayed and Backtabbed not once, but twice. I was at the epitome of my anger and even in death, I knew this anger will not quench.

And with one last breath of anger...

I died...

Or so I thought...

[YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN AS A PLAYER!]