It was pitch dark outside and a heavy rainstorm had come over the town. On the second floor of a medieval house, lay a boy in his wooden straw coward bed. Frowning, tossing and turning. Sweat ran down his face, as he dreamt.
In his dream.
On a boat in the sea, many gold-armored men knelt, as they watched a handsome long haired, gold-armored man standing at the head of the galley. As he spoke to them with a loud stern tone.
' Men do you see that over there in the north!' He pointed his short sword to the dry desolate sandy shore, where they could see a house. Then he turned to them and continued.
'Remember men who we are! We are no mortal men, we are the chosen, we are lions!' After his sentence, he looked with pride over his men as the men cheered and hit their shields.
Then he continued and pointed his sword once again at the shores and spoke.
There waits your price! So what will you do? What do lions do?'
With this, the men got up and started to chant ' Take! Take! Take! Take!'
The boy Marino stood there in awe, when the leader looked at him and asked. 'And what will you? Are you a boy or are you a lion?'
The world turned to black. Next, he saw an open desolate shore. There Marino sat on the ground when he saw in the distance on the hill above thousands of 2 meters tall armoured men charging towards him.
Seeing this he's face turned to shock as he kicked the sand with his hands and feet, trying to flee as far as possible. Shit shit shit I'm so fuking dead he thought as he fled.
Then he's back hit something hard, almost as if hitting a solid rock. He stopped and turned his head to look at what he had hit. There he saw the handsome man with his long blonde shoulder-length hair and golden armour standing there looking at him with he's yellow eyes. Then the man asked with a proud and arrogant tone of voice. 'Where are you going boy the battle has yet to be even started?'
Next Marino said with awe and fear in his voice. ' I'm leaving. There's no way that I can beat them.' with hesitation he continued. ' I'm no warrior.'
The man looked at him as he said with a serious mocking expression. ' And that is why nobody will remember your name.'
Marino looked at the ground in dismay and humiliation. What is that he desired? Why is it that he was so afraid? Then suddenly a deep mocking voice rang through he's mind. ' Coward, weakling, ohh you fearful insignificant little boy.' This dark voice echoed through his mind all the time getting ever louder.
'Shut up shut up shut up! I am not a coward!' Marino yelled with hes hands on he's ears and head on the sand. Until he heard the voice laugh mockingly ' muhahaha ha haa.' And then the echo stopped and the world became deathly quiet. Next, he heard a thud. A sound of something dropping Infront of him. Lifting he's head he saw a crystal vile with black liquid that was surrounded by a haze of red mist inside of it.
Next, he heard the blonde-haired man speak.
' Take it. If it is fame and glory you crave. Remember only through strength can one gain power. Remember this power is not something that is given. It must be taken through force.'
Unconsciously Marino took the vile in he's hand's and examined it. It felt warm to the touch. There was something comforting, hypnotizing about it drawing it to him begging him to consume it to take it for himself. But at the back of he's mind, he could feel a part of him warning him, screaming at him not to take it. In he's heart he knew this was wrong for all transactions come with a price. And nothing is free. He hesitated.
Next, the golden-haired man spoke in a stern and authoritative tone of voice.
'Take the vile, drink it's context and unlock your true potential. Ask yourself this, are you a boy or are you a lion?'
As he sat there contemplating he saw the group of 30 men without fear charging straight to word the army of thousands. As they charged he could see no hesitation in their step's they truly had no fear of death did they. Next, he could see the two force's clash. Swords cut through shields, shields sent men flying the thousands of men were being cut down.
This was no battle, no it was a massacre. The 30 men were like farmers cutting through wheat. Marino watched vile in hand in awe. There in the center, he could see the blonde-haired man fight. Gone where he's sword and shield. He was just using he's fist's that struck the men like hammer blows crushing their heads and body's. With one swing he struck a heavily armored 2-meter-tall warrior in the chest, creating a massive dent in his armor and sending him flying. From he's left he grabbed an incoming blade with he's bare left hand. The blade struck the palm of his hand, like a blade striking rock. In the next moment, the blonde-haired man struck the armoured man in the face with he's right fist. The armored man's head exploded as it and the helmet were sent flying.
Seeing this the man on the blonde-haired man's right panicked and turned around trying to run. But it was too late he's shoulder got grabbed by immense force and in the next second a fist came through the man's stomach. The man coughed out blood as the light started to fade from he's eye's.
The blonde-haired man lifted he's victim in the air and ripped him in half, dropping blood and guts all over he's handsome face.
Marino just sat there with he's mouth open. What the actual fuck? He thought to himself. Next, he saw the man start using the remainder of his victim as weapons. 'Wow, that's that's fuking awesome.' Marino yelled in excitement.
Then Marino remembered the vile and without hesitation, he drank it in one gulp. Marino started coughing and making puking noises as he struggled to keep the drink down. It tasted like piss mixed with old socks but it didn't matter. Now he was willing to do anything in order to be like them. Finally, he would get he's isekai power's that he yearned for secretly.
Next, he's vision went dark followed by a intense pain in he's eye's. He's eye's felt like they were on fire. He's eyes started to bleed as he yelled in pain, hands covering he's eye's. Unknown to him he's eyes started to transform. In the middle of hes red eyes came black lizard-type irises and yellow pupils formed in the middle of it.
Taking he's hand's off he's face he was relieved to see that he's vision had returned and much sharper than ever before. He's eyes were like binoculars able to see the smallest of details in the distant battle.
Next, the pain started again but this time not in he's eye's but everywhere. Marino screamed once again but as he screamed he's voice gradually turned deeper and deeper. He grew up to 3 meters tall, ripping he's clothes apart as he did so. He's skin turned red and his body turned muscular. He could feel immense pain above he's ears as he held he's head. Then he felt two thick bony horns start to grow from above he's ears. They grew 45 centimeters long, pointing straight Infront of him.
Marino was amazed at he's changes. He's teeth were like a shark's but hard as steel same with he's nails on he's hands and feet or in he's case claws would be a more appropriate of a name.
Marino laughed like the evil demon he had become with he's deep menacing voice. 'Ha ha haa. Finally, I have done it I have become an overpowered god. Or should I say, demon god. Now all will know and respect the name Marino Colombo!'
With this said he started to walk toward the battle field with an evil smile on he's face. That is when he noticed something that was bothering him and making him uncomfortable. He saw he's massive horse like 14-inch-long meat stick. This put a smile to he's face as he said. ' Prepare yourself women of the world your new husband is here! Hahahaha. Although I wonder if anybody will be able to take it hahaha!'
Without a second thought, he conjured some massive plus-sized black underwear made of dark magic and put them on. After which with a smile he ran to join the slaughter.
As he and the 30 golden armored warrior's pushed the army back. With nothing more than he's massive feet and hands Marino stomped and crushed he's enemies into meatpaste.
They climbed over the coastal hill overlooking the beach which was littered with corpses, blood and guts. Standing on top of the hill Marino saw an endless wave of men and horses as far as the eye could see coming towards them. Seeing this he smiled and opened he's arm's welcoming them to their certain doom.