* From that moment I opened my eyes, I realized that my life had really started from zero. I couldn't move my limbs or blink my eyes. I was aware of my surroundings and I could hear everything that was going on. Damn why I find myself in such a state *.

- My Lord. *Said a voice in the distance*. We have tried everything to save your son really we have tried .....

-Go straight to the goal doctor. *Said the man*.

-Well we do not master 100% reconstructive surgery and there may be sequelae or unreasonable side effects .....

- Talk about what's wrong?

* The doctor gradually removed the bandages on my body and I could finally open my eyes. The doctor was very young, which must explain his anguish. As for the man to his right, it must have been my father. He seemed to be in his forties and his expression was rather severe but as soon as the doctor left he smiled at me immediately. His hand slipped through my hair and I had the strange feeling of being warmed up *.

-This doctor did a fantastic job.

-Why were you yelling at him then? *Thought I*.

*He helped me straighten up and I faced a mirror. Indeed this doctor was a genius or should say, this god*.

-What do you think Zell? You are back on your feet. No more traces of burns, except a few traces but it will be fine.

*Burn? And he called me Zell it's not that different from my nickname in the past I'll get used to it quickly. The same night I was back home, finally what was left of it. My father personally dragged me in a wheelchair, leaving no servant near me. Once inside our mansion I was greeted by two people. A tall, older woman who looked like my mother and a blonde little girl with a dog toy in her hand*.

-Big Brother. *She said rushing over me*.

*She will literally be by my neck and I almost suffocate*.

-Stop Asgeir you're going to hurt him. *Said my father in a severe tone*.

- Sorry father. *She said, lowering her head*.

*Asgeir ? Isn't it the name of a Valkyrie. But his behavior was far from it. My mother was very beautiful and too young for my taste. Under other circumstances I might have fallen in love, but it stank of forced marriage. I have been warned not to forget my condition when I come here, but the god has clearly missed his point*.

-Come on Zell I'll show you your room.

*I could do nothing in this quadriplegic state. Neither move my arms, nor legs, nor even wipe my ass. I even had to close my eyes so I could sleep and open them in the morning. In short, I was worse than sucks. To wonder if I was still alive. Later I had explanations, our vacation home had been hit by an enemy raid and my room was hit hard. With a third degree burn I was left unconscious in the hospital for months, undergoing surgery after surgery. But nothing seemed to be able to save me until the day when I miraculously healed my wounds. The doctor couldn't believe I was like new again and as he couldn't explain it to himself he decided not to talk to my father about it. Obviously I remained conscious throughout this period. God damn fucker, it didn't have to be like this*.

* A year and a half earlier *.

* My name is Rezel, a student of history and mainly military history. I love everything related to war and firearms. For me, nothing like war to generate the future of man. I always wanted to join the army, but my mother was fiercely opposed to the idea. As a result, I found myself going to a history FAC to compensate. That day I had an appointment with my best friend Sebastian, also in the same situation as me. We think almost the same he had come from abroad to study but he said he was committed at the end of his studies. It was not going to be easy since in this country black people are not well received in jobs that concern weapons*.

-What's the matter ? * He asked opening a can *. You've been pulling your face for a while.

-Nothing, it's just that sometimes I tell myself that my life is way too simple.

-Lots of people envy you, you know ?

-And precisely. I envy these people for their shitty lives.

-Hey?

* He nearly choked on his drink*.

-I mean, the life I aspire to and the one I live are totally different. I want action to be a busy life, something to happen.

*I leaned against the wall with my notebook on my face*.

-I dunno bro, make some sports.

-Noooo I want something where I put my life on the line. * Say from the back of my throat *. Imagine a world at war where I will be the leader of gigantic armies that I will sweep over the world. Ha, that would be terrific.

-You know war is not often a good thing. And we're both in a good position to find out. *Said Seb*. But the truth is I envy all these guys who risk their lives every day. I even envy them. Some may find it silly but me ....

-Exactly. *I say, sitting up abruptly*. Me, my life, nothing ever happens. I saw that fight on TV, I never touched a weapon for real, I may have the knowledge the practice leaves much to be desired.

-Not necessary. We should go to a shooting range.

-I'm sick of my life. A she has been too peaceful to the point that I sometimes wonder if the war abroad is real. No death of my family by assault, I have never been attacked, I have never fought, I have never killed. I have even walked the black market with my smartphone.

-And what did happen?

-Absolutely NOTHING.

* Seb burst out laughing as I gradually got angry. When he stopped laughing he stared at me seriously *.

-You know war is a terrible thing.

-At the boredom stage that I feel, I want to experience this atrocity.

*I let out a sigh and lay down on the floor*.

-Ha, if only we were in a time like Meiji era.

-What are you talking about *Sebastien said*. Meiji's Japan was too nice Taisho's Japan was better.

- Yeah but the customs of the time were stupid. *Resumed I*. At worst the Europe of 14-18.

-Haha but you're completely crazy. With 10 thousand deaths per day, our life expectancy would be near zero.

-Bah what do you prefer ...

-Something like the Napoleonic war.

-Naaaah too has been. 20 seconds to reload a rifle with 80% of the first line bursting no thanks. But we both know that the best time remains

-China of the Warring States.

*The Synchro of our words made us burst out laughing. After that, the bell announced the resumption of lessons and Seb grabbed his bag*.

-You know if a world like the one you described appears, I would like to live there even if it is a few years. On the other hand .... I like ours just as much.

-Ha, it's not the world that I hate but my life.

*His words were full of common sense. But no matter how hard I scream, nothing will change. When I left, I realized that I had left a precious object on campus. So I got out of college and crossed the highway when a truck hit me .... No that's the shitty version. With my insolent luck, I wanted to die right away but this thing knocked the poor guy next to me. I swear he brushed against me with precision but I felt zero thrill. Sad life that is mine. I stopped at the local cafe and ordered something while flipping through the news*.

-The EU has yet to release a new model of stealth aircraft. What an idea, no one will buy this shit it's a stupid trap.

* While I was alone in my corner two girls came and sat opposite and ordered something. I ignored them as I watched the last ones came out. It was then that a disgusting handsome man dressed like a tramp entered. He reeked of alcohol and tastes were still on his beard *

-I finally found you Miranda.

-That .... Who are you first. *She says*.

-Don't pretend you don't know ....

* He took out a gun which he pointed at her temple. Everyone started yelling in the convenience store except me. A weapon or not with my luck I was obviously going to survive without explanation. Though...*.

-You are boring my boy. * I say without looking away from my computer *.

-Sorry....

* Now that I had caught his attention he stepped closer to me and put his gun to my temple *.

-I said you're boring. The lady said she doesn't know you. If she ditched you, go look elsewhere or drown your grief in Alcohol as always.

* At that time I had to hide the keys to my apartment in my hand *.

-You are looking for the brown one for me. * He said lifting me by the collar *.

-We are not at the cinema here, you ....

* I took advantage of his monologue to stick the end of my key in his eye. I had seen this in a self defense video. Holding the wrench in his fist and punching it caused significant injuries, but this was clearly the eye *.

-Motherfucker...

* I followed with a ball in the eye and he collapsed. I quickly snatched his pistol from him and pointed it at him. What should I do ? Shoot him down on the spot, surely, or *.

-Suspect in fire ...

-Nani ?

* Asshole cop, I got shot in the head by this cop eating a hamburger outside. This fat guy in need of action unable to properly judge a situation stuck a bullet in my head. Sad end that mine I swear to you *.

* Except not actually. I opened my eyes again in an old Greek temple. The place was full of books and I was in togue at the time. Sitting behind a desk a man with golden hair was staring at a map with a magnifying glass *.

-Approach I won't eat you.

* Find out why I approached him more out of curiosity than fear. I saw him staring at the map of our world and putting crosses *.

-This is...

-The map of your world yes. I check off the places where there are conflicts and I install the powder keg. You know what it is, don't you?

-A specific area on a continent where there is repeated warfare. Like Eastern Europe, North Africa, South America, South East Asia, Middle East.

-Exact. You quickly understand yourself. Currently I am just fixing points. The humans of this world no longer need my help.

-Who are you ? *I asked really really curious*. God ?

-God ? Noooo I'm not something that vague. I am the god of war.

-Ares ?

-Call me whatever you want. *He said getting up*.

* He was a head taller than me. His body was muscular but not over the top and he wore leather sandals. His togue covered the left side of his chest showing his abs. His iris was golden but the outline was black*.

-What .... What do you want from me?

-I overheard your conversation with your friend. And I must admit that I have never seen a human who loves war so much. As far as I can remember you are my most faithful believer.

-I don't remember having ....

* He cut me off with a wave of his hand and then continued *.

-I will grant your wish. You are going to take part in a war. A great war.

-A big ?

*He showed me a map of the world a little different from the one I know*.

-At this moment this world that you see there is on the verge of war, the situation look like your Europe before the great war. Only dignitaries are about to sign a peace treaty that will end all conflict on the face of the earth.

-And so that's a pretty good thing. *I say ironic*.

-Idiot. *He said, stamping his foot which made the temple tremble*. I am the god of war did you understand ? If there is no more war humans will stop believing in me and I will cease to exist.

-God exists because men believe in it, eh. But this is only one world. Why so fiercely?

*Ares said nothing and returned to the map grumpily. I scratched my head lightly to think*.

-It's good I'll do it. Under several conditions.

-Speak.

*Ares listened to me very attentively as I dictated them and didn't object to believing that what I was asking was extremely normal*.

-Very well. *He said getting up*.

*Is not to say he was really imposing. His hand rested on my shoulder and he gave me a creepy smile*.

-I count on you to be as good as the mustached dwarf.

-What ... What? Who the hell is that.....

*So began my life in this half-ravaged world. An unhealthy smile then appeared on my face*.

* End of chapter *.