Chapter One
What is Love? What is Hate? Is Hate just another form of Love but somewhere different on the spectrum? Why does a person feel "negativity" when dealing with Hate? Well… what if Hate and Love didn't exist. All that exists is your enjoyment, whatever enjoyment comes from. You are a god. You choose what is right or wrong. You can choose what you're doing right, or wrong, but others don't have to agree with you.
Sceptical?, I thought so.
Well look back at all of these questions and you will realize that those are what life is. So why doesn't everybody call themselves a God and do what they want. Because not everybody is like Nux. Nobody is like Nux… at least not exactly.
This is the story of Nuxtaku, the man that loves Hate. Almost impossible to defeat, I mean how do you harm someone who is harming themselves constantly. He is invincible. He is God. Actually add this in too, "This is the story of the man that believed so much that he became".
So the whole story starts off with a 20 year old nux walking down the street before getting hit by a truck Ha! You thought this was going to be an isekai? Well you were right. But he survived the accident. But, he still got isekaid when he woke up the next day. I really don't know how to explain his start in that world. And I am not going to. But it was sort of like going to a school where you didn't know anybody, it was your first time there, and you came half-way through the school year. Basically what I'm saying is that he was a lonely, confused and insecure Nux. He had no friends, he was stuck in this random ass world full of who-knows-what and what-knows-who. But eventually he made some friends. And his personality changed. And his social status changed.
-10 years later-
A man came into the bungalow dressed in purple and yellow robes. He announced, "Sir Nuxanor D Quixote, I humbly present to you the following, a piece of skull of King of Alphanheim, Lardia. I come with more good news, preparations for war are well underway just as you requested". The skull was large with a large hole in the back of the head. "I see, lay the skull on top of our flag holder and put the old one next to my throne like the ones before. Oh and also… bring me Gracia, he and I have some particular business that we haven't taken care of", requested Nux.
"Understood, oh and I apologize for not mentioning this before but Gazen the former prince of Jotunheim formally surrendered in the other war.", said the man.
"Well, it's not good news but at least we can focus on waging this war to the fullest of its potential."
"Indeed, I shall now go back and report to Garcia immediately", replied the man as he walked off pushing the throne rooms doors open.
"Wait," said Nux, "Take money from the treasury and don't forget to buy you and your family some extra food. Winter is coming, you are well aware of how many people die from starvation every year. Right, Prancer?" Prancer nodded and he smiled. The lord had worried about him.
The war of Alphanheim had been waging for approximately 3.5 days, to Nux's inconvenience. He had waged 450 different wars on different nations. Only winning the latest 50, Lord Nux is another example of how mistakes help a person grow, though they helped Nux a bit too much. After losing so many times, he had grown a feeling of challenge, of intensity everytime he lost. He also obtained this feeling from the intensity of having your life on the line for something. A mere 3.5 days would never satisfy Nux. He yearned for at least 2 weeks of warfare. So far Nux had complete control as ruler of 2% of the known world.