My Word Is Law
My name’s Falcon Jostar. I’m twenty-three. I lived a pretty normal life back on Earth—college dropout, part-time job, kind of just drifting like most people my age.
Then one night I went to sleep and woke up in a world that clearly wasn’t mine.
There were trees the size of buildings, two moons in the sky, and nothing around me but silence. That’s when I heard a voice in my head. It said I was chosen by Heaven and gave me something called the Son of God System. I didn’t ask for any of it, but now I’ve got this power called Mandate of Heaven that lets me bend reality by will. Sounds fake, I know. But it’s not.
People here use magic. There are elves, dwarves, beast folk—stuff out of games and books. The thing is, the world is a mess. Feudal systems, warlords, monsters roaming around, and nobody really questioning how things work.
I’m not planning to sit around and wait for something to happen. I’ve got an idea of what I want to build, even if I’m still figuring out how to do it. It’s not gonna be a regular kingdom. It’ll be an empire.