I want to give whoever thought it'd be a good idea to send me here a serious beatdown.
I've seriously had enough of this cosmic standup comedy show that my life has become.
I've achieved Transcendence, and become a swordmaster, hanging up my own 10 stars among the many that litter the night sky. Yet, it still isn't enough.
My stars are starting to fade.
My body is starting to shut down.
I am going to die once more.
The battlefield of stars is a cruel place. Forgotten constellations roam this vast expanse of land, dragons and demons run amok, and the stars are no longer simple decorations or celestial bodies.
The stars are your enemies.
They are Swordsman who can cut down mountains with a mere gesture, Mages who can bend the world to their will, inexplicable entities that can turn you into clowns or exert authority on the fundamental laws that hold up our world. The supernatural are the norm in this messed up world and to climb to the heights I have, you have to become truly superhuman.
I had been reborn here as a child belonging to the noblest house of Olsen. I had been born and raised to be a swordsman, knowing nothing but the song of steel and the honor and traditions that come with chivalry.
At first, I had been excited, after all, who wouldn't be in this world of swords and magic? As time passed, as the wonder of this new world started to wear thin, the crushing weight of reality finally started to sink in.
When I had perhaps been about 15 years old, a colossal crimson dragon besieged our house.
My father, brothers and uncles fought valiantly. My mother, sisters, aunts, and cousins fought alongside, or stayed behind to protect those unfit for this grand battle.
Although calling it grand would be an injustice to the brutal massacre that unfolded before my eyes.
My Father and mother were burned to ashes in the dragon's molten breath, my brother and sisters were rended to pieces by its claws and crushed by its tail. My aunts, uncles and cousins didn't stand much more of a chance, all simply buying precious time for me and what little remained of the once noble house to escape the disaster.
Within a mere 15 years of life, I had become orphaned by fate.
I realized that day that in order to survive in this world, one had to transcend what it meant to be human. Through magic or the sword, you had to claw your way to the top of this world's food chain.
Maybe if I had been stronger that day, I would've been the one fighting that dragon alongside my family. Although, I probably wouldn't have survived.
I trained and fought for 30 years, become a sword seeker then eventually a swordmaster, transcending what it meant to be human with the sword in my hand.
I continued to fight grander and grander battles, my achievements manifesting in the form of shining pearls of incandescent light, and I eventually found myself on the battlefield of stars. This unfair playground of the constellations had become my home for the last 300 years of my life. I fought against those whose stars have lost their light, I fought against knights who've contracted demons, I had even fought against demons who "became" knights.
Fighting had become my language, my swordsmanship became my voice, my battles becoming my conversation.
In this supernatural battleground, this twisted amalgamation of laws, authorities, and concepts, I had felled thousands. My stars increased in number until I had become a grand constellation capable of holding back the forces of the beyond alongside the knights of the round table.
The witch of the fallen
The cursed dragon
The betrayer of the Round table
These beings had waged war on the round table and I, they had waged war on humanity.
We had all fought valiantly, the successor of King Arthur guiding us to victory, but it wasn't a victory without sacrifice.
Many of us had died. The casualties became too many to quantify. Hundreds of stars fell from the night sky and faded into obscurity.
My life truly had no meaning at this point, in my path to transcendence I had forsaken what it meant to be human. I had no friends, no family to speak of, I had never lain with a woman, much less ever held one in my heart.
Translation: I had no friends or family, and I was a kissless virgin till the end.
You would've thought that in my 345 years of life I would have achieved more socially than I had in my past life, but survival had always been my priority, and I always thought that I would've been alive after the conflict to make good on that faraway dream.
Now here I lie, next to the fading corpse of the cursed dragon, with nothing but regrets and wistful dreams occupying my mind.
If I had another life, I'll make some friends, probably.
If I had one more go, one more chance, maybe I could even find love.
"Like that'll ever happen."
I smiled bitterly, reflecting on the flaming dumpster fire that is my social life.
"At least I went out with a bang, slaying this fucker and becoming an 11-star constellation."
It wouldn't matter in the end anyway. I was super dead. Ultra fucked to say the least.
The Cursed dragon's breath possessed a potent corrosive property to it, my stars weren't able to provide me enough protection to fully stave off its effects.
Sure, this fat cursed travesty of a flying lizard hadn't been able to score a hit on me, but his breath had spread his "Curse" around our battlefield.
My identity, my celestial authority, my history, and even my very concept had been eroded to the extent that I would cease to exist in a few mere moments.
Basically, I had died to this mother fucking colossal shit eating dragon's shitty oral health.
I looked up at the night sky one last time, it lacking many of the stars that dotted its celestial canvas when I had first arrived in this messed up world, and smirked.
I stuck my finger out to the stars in the universal sign of friendliness and peace (?) and closed my eyes for the last time.
That was how Alfmalfa Olsen, the Star of Solidarity had met his end in the world of constellations and knights.
And
It marked the start of his new journey in a world of treachery and peril, a world of disaster, dreams and nightmares.
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