As the crowd looked at a field with devastation on one world, in a small pocket realm full of mist, a being awakened. That being was none other than Miles Burke.
"WELCOME." A loud, firm, yet calm voice spoke throughout the misty columns of stone. "I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU. COME, SIT ON THE STONE PEDASTAL IN FRONT OF YOU."
Miles did as instructed. As he did so, the mist surrounding him let up and a short, pudgy male angel appeared. "Congratulations!" A high pitch squeal was coming out of its mouth.
"You managed to beat over nine-hundred and ninety-nine of the driverless trucks we sent out. In fact we lost count!
As such, you're title to so many privileges that we've lost count. In fact, you'll pretty much get the whole package.
Laser eyesight, super memory, Unbeatable magic, super fast regeneration, et-cetera. In fact, you have so many reincarnation abilities lined up that we ran into a dilemna.
Any world we'd send you to would have irreparable damage caused by the sheer power we'd be giving you. One step from you and the world'd explode!
So. I talked to the big boss guy upstairs, and He says that we can give you the one taboo no-no that's never gone out to anyone ever.
Congratulations! To short out all of the small, meaningless abilities, you are getting... ...drumroll please... Immortality!
Waaaaah! It's so awesome, right?! I can't stop thinking about it. You're the only one across every world in the spectrum to have the Golden, Long-Sought After, Unassailable Length of Life.
So. Whatcha think? I know you must be super excited..." As the little pudgy ball of cuteness rolled around in excitement and incessant language, Miles thought to himself.
He thought of all the things he had left behind. His brothers, his coach; his followers at school. His mother, his father. His bratty little brother. Of all these things he thought.
But to him, he knew that what he had received was special; an appointment, a summons. To be a hero was his fate. But he would indeed miss the life he had had.
"So yeah, anyways," the droning exuberance continued, "since you're immortal now, we can't have you just up and dying on your home turf, now can we?
As such, we did our best to save your final moments in the heart of all of those at the arena. Your legend will continue forever. Don't worry. They'll always remember you.
Even if you can't be there physically, you'll always be in their hearts.
So about that Immortality trait, yeah?
Basically, your body will always sift through whatever matter it can to stick together and go back to your basic position.
You can still be burned, banished, tortured, dropped from really high heights, feel pain, get stuck in jail, get your teeth knocked out, drown, once again I mention failing at flying, get choked, whipped, struck with violent force by ogres with blunt clubs (or by a horde of orcs,) and more.
However, you should know that you'll eventually be all-okay again.
Furthermore, your body will stay fully-grown at the ripe age of 18 years old.
Any questions?"
"YEAH." Miles replied. "Where the ever-living pit-mites am I?"
"You're currently in the 9th layer sub-realm of a smaller-sized pocket realm called Florence. It is used by the Transmigration Authority to send HEROES to places that desperately need them. We take the best people from the best backgrounds and through them amongst the wolves so to say.
By the way, since you're invincible now, we've decided to send you to the hardest world of all. Your mission: to save it. Whoooah. Gave you the chills too, right?"
The chubby naked shortie with wings covered his pudgy wittle arms.
"Anyways, I think I kinda sorta like you, mister. You know, in a gruff, manly sorta way. I'll give you a freebie, on the house on your way through the door. Here you are, sir. Have a great subspace travel trip! We use only the BEST portals!"
As soon as the incessantly high-pitched pubescant voice stopped just, well, being LOUD, a noise whirred from behind Miles.
As if it was in a dubstep song, the portal started whirring and bobbing to the sound of the wind. What wind, you ask? The wind of a thousand furies, of course.
As it crashed upon Miles, he felt as if he was about to throw up. As he got sucked in to the raging cesspool of wind and magic, three things happened.
First, he got sucked in to the white light.
Secondly, he heard a voice. It spoke softly, "Congratulations! The baby angel likes you! You've received a buff: Not-So-Hungry Pill. You will not be hungry for 3 days after entering your new world."
It was pointless. Miles sighed very dramatically.
Thirdly, there was a quick-speaking, deep voice. "Find my inheritance. 'Once the awakened steps from fire to grass, may he walk 100 yards in the direction of the red boots. There, may he find a cave. By mushrooms may he be made into more.' May it be so."
He slowly fell backwards into the portal. It sucked him whole, and he drifted for tens of thousands of years across the space-time continuum before getting sucked into a summoning portal.
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A dark man in a dark dungeon succeeded. After the full 10,000 souls had perished in the vacuum of his blood chalice, he had finally summoned a hero. With the body of this hero he would be able to conquer all the lands that lay before him. He chuckled madly.
Elsewhere, a young maiden was showing off to her little brother. "Check out this magic spell my tome just added! It's called Magic Transversal: Warp Steal!"
She waved her wand mysteriously. "Boop!" She tapped the air lightly, a mischevious grin laiden upon her face. Her little brother, Miggoro, laughed.
A shiny light appeared in front of them. The evil-looking white rat that had been sitting underneath a cedar disappeared. In it's place was a large, muscular, white man, with long, luscious blond hair, and a telltale clump of darkened fur around a long, bony pottusion.
The man was looking at them curiously.
"Dawaaagh!" The girl screamed. She was unused to such things.
"Spell: Zap!" Miles was hit. Zzzzt. It didn't do much.
"Spell: Zap!" It still didn't do anything.
"Spell: Zap! x18" Finally, the man went down. "What should we do with him?"
"Well, big sis, we could always sell him. You know that mom could use the money..."
The girl pondered through her morals. While selling the guy was wrong, her mom was sick. If they could get any money out of it, she might get healed of her long-standing Quiffles.
Quiffles normally came in the winter. However, it had an issue where it could stay much longer than normal.
Quiffles normally attached itself to the non-magic wielding population. However, when someone who just started using magic, or had low mana count, got the Quiffles...
Quiffles could be exacerbated by mana. As such, the Quiffles would become long-lived, and drive a person to death. The Anti-Quiffle formula was super expensive. As such, the poor Wentos family had no luck.
"Asteria?" Her little brother asked. "Can we do it? For mom?"
"Sure." Her morals gave into her love.
So it was that Miles found himself loaded upon a slave caravan, rambling slowly towards an auction house to be sold like a banana to an angry, spittling, pack of horny baboons.