He sprinted to the nearest building as the sight he saw chilled him to the bone...A RAGING THUNDERSTORM FILLED WITH A COUNTABLE NUMBER OF TYPHOONS...there were five which looked as if the fingers of god...
However by some fortune he picked an ice cream parlour for the building to dart towards as if a beacon of hope. Why was this fortunate? Simple, he loves ice-cream...Well that and the giant solid steel freezer room they had.
Still he chose to take all the ice cream he could grab before shutting himself into the freezer.
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"Damn cockroach, not only does he dodge the soul circle, but a damn semi truck as well!! how much of a cockroach can a mortal be?!?, couldn't even kill him with the storm hand...eh I still got plenty to throw at em' ".
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[8 hours past]
Surrounded by a mountain of empty ice-cream containers and his panic chilled away, he notices a dramatic change...aside from his now stuffed stomach that is.
The cacophony of sounds produced by the storm had vanished and the temperature suddenly had a dramatic increase in temperature...he walked over to the door and immediately got blinded not only by the dazzling light but a sweltering heat too...
As much as he wanted to continue to reminisce about his life and junk, he ran out of millisecond of his heart attack, so a quick and simplified version of his cockroach li- I mean genius aversions of death and shows of his brilliant splendor.
The mysterious entity he nicknamed 'bitch', had sent him to the Sahara desert after the storm, he ended up walking for days, surviving solely on cactus water and melted leftover ice-creams, he manages to make it to a small and humble town, where he managed to trade his watch for a camel and directions to the nearest city.
riding west until then, managing to barely survive from some provisions he 'borrowed' from the town.
when he got there he began his journey of greatness.
trading his fully grown and healthy camel for two baby camels of opposite gender, he worked part time whilst looking after them, once grown he bred them and sold a couple of them, then he continued building an organisation of camel breeding where one could buy camels of any age or rent them along with a guide to accompany them on their travel.
He had countless camels and people under him, even branching out his business to many different areas, even opening a mining branch and solar farm. he lived like a king, known as 'camel king' to many..he wasn't proud of that name though.
The mysterious being checked back on him after waiting a couple years and realising a lack of deadness, once he saw he was alive and actually living better than most on earth, he cursed loud enough to make a deaf person hear it, whilst plotting a new strategy.
This happened multiple times, and if you wonder why the mysterious entity didn't just German suplex him to the pits of hell...that could be based on pride,idiocy or something like having fun..who knows?
Camel king, primal god, subzero hero, Atlantic navigator...and finally the one true immortal.
All titles he gained from the people for his achievements in different absurdly unforgiving environments and each thing which made a certain someone transcend rage and become a Buddha, only to go back in a second once they realised they're too prideful to change or break as the result of some mortal being, yet this only furthered their rage into a sea of eternal wrath which still couldn't kill a cockroach.
people thought of Dexter as a god for all he's done and sure as hell he was treated as one.
though that can't help him cheat death.
"Damn it, I'm really gonna die.."
[Dexter 107 years old,has passed]