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The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
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~ A Primordial Vampyres Omniversal Adventures ~

A/N ~ News about updates can be found in the Auxiliary Chapter called 'not a update'. Enjoy my first work. ~ Drake Zoraiz was a ordinary young black man, maybe with a little more of an realistic view of the world than most of the people. He had been living his life in the world as an mercenary, until he was left for dead after a truly brutal mission where everything that could go have gone wrong, does. As an atheist for most of his young orphaned life, he was not expecting anything waiting for him after his death. Especially not the endless void he found himself in or that of visage of the beyond beautiful; and radiant figure of a goddess, who offers a chance of boundless adventure and endless battles to become more, to show up and say. "Drake Zoraiz, it is time to choose..." ~ Planned World's (in random order) Homeworld ~ A Song of Ice and Fire ~ Bleach ~ Overlord ~ DC/Marvel ~ Harry Potter ~ Jujutsu Kaisen ~ Highschool DxD ~ Highschool of the Dead ~ That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime ~ ect. to Fin. ~ Disclaimer ~ This is a fanfiction inspired by the works of [Author/Creator's Name(s)], including [specific source material, e.g., A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin]. I do not claim ownership of any original characters, settings, or lore created by the respective authors. The only elements I claim as my own are original characters, plots, and interpretations that I have added to this fanfiction. This work is created purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for commercial use. All credit for the original material belongs to its respective owners, and I encourage readers to support the official works. ~
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