Not much happened this week. Just kidding. It all started with me waking up in a weird palace room. I looked around for a while, confused. "Where the f*** am I?" I muttered. Suddenly, I heard chattering behind me. Turning around, I saw a bunch of squirrels sitting on seats. One large squirrel, with a deep voice, said, "Prepare to meet your maker, human, for I am the council of squirrels, and you have brought down one of our most sacred trees."
I looked at the squirrel, baffled. The poor squirrel's home was destroyed by a flying pelican, a vivid memory of his dear home being smashed by that bird. "How could you dare destroy my home?" one of the squirrels sobbed during the trial. "Why are there talking squirrels? I don't think I'm in the right universe," I said, bewildered.
"Silence!" the large squirrel commanded. "For your punishment, you will be sent to the eternal realm of invisible scarf demons."
My mouth twitched. "Okay, now you're just making up nonsense. I don't even think my brain could come up with this. I mean, I've created a lot of chaos, but I never thought I'd end up here. Did I hit a universal button in my sleep or something?" I sighed, twitching my lip. Suddenly, the large squirrel headbutted me, and I fell into a pit of scarf demons that attacked me. Then I woke up. Thankfully, it was just a dream.
I looked around my homemade cabin inside the Camp Half-Blood area and sighed with relief. "Well, what I'm going to do next is equally crazy," I thought. I looked outside and saw a living drawer. One of the cabinets opened, and a voice said, "Oh look, my test subject! You make great experimental material." Suddenly, I was attached to a catapult with a bunch of needles. "What is even happening?" I yelled as the catapult launched me. I saw World War II primitive monkeys and a weird demon cat. "Okay, now this is just crazy," I said as I woke up again, feeling like I was going insane.
Finally, I had the bright idea to use my Mangekyo Sharingan to dispel any illusions. I woke up in a dark, misty room. "Well, it seems the gods got revenge on me for pranking Aphrodite. I guess they put me in some kind of sleep paralysis," I thought. "Anyway, I decided to use Flying Thunder God and teleport out of there. I think I should leave quickly, but first, I need to cause some absolute chaos."
I decided to destroy the mist and wipe everyone's memories. "Don't you just love it when I do something off the walls crazy?" I thought to myself, preparing for action. I went to my system shop, spent a bunch of coins, and bought perfect illusion mastery and intermediate sealing techniques. I combined them with my insane plot armor to unlock the mist, covering the entire planet and causing worldwide chaos. With a devious smile, I continued my horrible work, torturing anyone who messed with me, even if it was just a tiny bit.
I even destroyed an anthill that bit me using Fireball Jutsu, which I bought on the spot. The world was basically an apocalypse, and I was quite bored, so I clicked the "Send to a different random universe, no choice" button and teleported away.
The dimension of Percy Jackson I just left was in utter and terrifying chaos, but who cared? Ethan's the main character. He looked around and saw he was in a fantasy world. He opened the item shop, bought Fortnite building edit skills with the experience of a pro builder, and with a magic blueprint and pencil, he started cranking some 90s. It was a bit strange in a fantasy world—giant pillars of really fast building at absurd speeds.
Ethan was having the time of his life, cranking 90s, pulling out a shotgun, and pumping some poor owls. Don't worry, shotgun kind, and of course, he was using the double pump method from OG Fortnite because he could just buy that. He was trashing all these noobs when some guy with crazy spells came over and said, "You evil villain, I will destroy you!"
I just 360 no-scoped him after doing some crazy trick shots. Too bad for everyone around me—they couldn't see it since I basically boxed them like a fish and then pumped them in the face.
I got a bit bored and decided to start filming myself going around a fantasy world, acting like a live streamer, and destroying a bunch of noobs using Fortnite abilities. I hacked into the game, after all. As I continued this journey, a whole bunch of things unfolded. A crazy army of owl people attacked me, but I went full Madara on them and went ham using Fortnite abilities like inventory spares and similar techniques. Using my Sharingan in tandem with my other abilities and copying theirs, I almost felt bad for them—but it was surely fun destroying them.
[A quick author's note: I don't really know how to do a fighting scene, so you might not see that for a while. If you do, it's probably going to be a bit cringe.]
He continued being a one-man army until he was done battling. There were builds, guns, ammo, hundreds of dead bodies, and him covered in blood with scarlet eyes looking around in amazement. "Well, that was exhilarating." He basically looked like a god of death standing in front of hundreds of dead bodies with terrifying eyes and a creepy smile. He left one single survivor to be traumatized forever, sending a message to anyone who might bother him in the future.
After that, he decided to become the king of this world. He farmed materials using a pickaxe from the item shop but quickly got bored and decided to get an auto farmer from some random game. It farmed plenty of materials for his building, working 24/7 with no break. Using wood style, he built a crazy tower almost instantly.
Once his palace was constructed, he went around destroying anyone who refused to follow him. "Too bad, I guess you're in my kingdom now," he'd say. If you didn't bother him, you wouldn't get destroyed. There was this guy named Bubba Bowie, claiming to be the god of this world. I just air-quoted and slapped him. "I rule this world," I said. "Now go make me a comfy bed."
A person trying to entertain me to avoid having his town destroyed nervously agreed. "If you bother me, I will destroy your town and everything around it," I warned, leaving a cartoonish trail of destruction. I laughed at the chaos I had caused.
Suddenly, a young knight came in, acting like the main character. He ranted about how I destroyed his family and killed the only person that meant anything to him. I didn't care enough to listen. "Get out, or I'll box you like a fish," I said. He pulled out a staff, and a purple spear came at me. I kicked it away, losing my leg in the process, but it flew back at him.
We fought for a bit. He wasn't bad, but I was absurdly strong at this point, basically playing with him. I boxed him until he was exhausted from using all his staff abilities. Laughing in his face, I told him to get stronger and kicked him out of my castle.
After that, my bed finally arrived. The person who brought it looked in fear at the blood trails and weird structures I had created. I put my blueprints and stuff into my inventory, looked at him, and said, "Finally, my bed." I put it in my room and laid on it for a nice rest, awaiting a new day of tyranny.
[Authors note PS, thank you to Reggie's cookies By the way, I tried their cookies. I like them very much. The cinnamon roll cookie is my favorite and my second favorite is dark chocolate chip.]