Somewhere in the modern world called Earth, buried in the chaos of everyday life, there stood a college. Class was in session. Students stared blankly at the professor, who droned on about microeconomics or political systems—honestly, no one cared. Except one student stood out.
Damien Cross.
Red hair that looked like it had stolen the hue from the sun itself. Eyes a fiery blend of red and gold that made people hesitate when they met his gaze. And in the middle of a lecture about global policy, he was casually munching on a bag of spicy chips, feet propped up, eyes half-lidded.
He wasn't just ignoring class. He was devouring the chips like they were the key to his survival.
"Ugh... these chips... perfection," Damien muttered under his breath, flicking a crumb off his shirt. "Crunchy. Spicy. Addictively divine. If I don't get more of these, I might actually start a war."
A few minutes later, class ended, and Damien strolled out of the building like he owned the whole campus. As usual, he walked alone—by choice. His earbuds weren't even playing music. He just didn't want anyone bothering him. In one hand, the half-empty bag of chips. In the other, zero concern for anything that wasn't food, sleep, or chaos.
"Man, what am I gonna do when I get home? Nap? Eat? Nap while eating? Multitasking genius," he muttered with a smug grin. "Also, these chips are ridiculous. I swear, whoever made these deserves a monument. Perfect ratio of heat to crunch. Honestly, they should be illegal. I'm halfway through this bag and I'm already thinking of marriage."
By the time he hit the street, he'd finished the chips. Damien stared into the empty bag with a face of genuine tragedy.
"No... Noooo... Traitors! All of you crumbs! Why didn't you multiply?"
He crumpled the bag and shoved it into his pocket. "I need more. This... this is a crisis. I can't go home without snacks. That's basically emotional torture."
Crossing the street with casual confidence, he made his way to the corner store. He'd known the owner since he was a kid—Mr. Tanaka, an old dude who always kept Damien's favorite snacks in stock.
The bell above the door jingled.
"Yo, Tanaka! Tell me you've still got the good stuff!" Damien called.
Mr. Tanaka looked up with a knowing grin. "Ah, Cross. Thought I smelled trouble. Back shelf, last row. Still got a few left."
"Bless your ancient snack-hoarding soul," Damien said, heading straight to the shelf. "You've saved lives today. Including mine. Again."
"You've been coming in here since you were barely tall enough to reach the counter," Tanaka said, shaking his head. "You still owe me for that one time you 'accidentally borrowed' three candy bars and swore it was for science."
Damien shrugged. "Hey, I was eight. My hypothesis was solid: 'Will eating all of them in under two minutes make me a superhero?' Spoiler alert—it didn't. But I did vibrate for six hours."
Tanaka chuckled. "You haven't changed."
Damien gathered three bags of snacks and plopped them on the counter. "Because perfection doesn't need adjusting."
"I swear, you've probably eaten more chips from my store than any three other customers combined."
"That's because you keep the premium goods. Plus, if I don't buy them, someone else will. And then I'll have to commit unspeakable acts of vengeance."
"You're a menace."
"I'm a culinary visionary."
Damien handed over the cash and waved as he left. "See you next snack-crisis."
Back on the street again, snacks secured, Damien munched happily.
"These chips? Even better than the last bag. Spicier. Like tiny explosions of joy. This is the stuff of legends. I swear, if the gods exist, one of them is the patron deity of spicy snacks."
As he passed the local park, laughter rang through the air—kids playing catch, yelling with glee.
"Throw it here!"
"You missed, doofus!"
"That's not how you spiral it!"
Damien smiled slightly. He wouldn't admit it, but seeing kids being kids always warmed something in him.
Then time slowed.
A ball bounced into the road. One of the kids, giggling, sprinted after it.
And a truck—speeding, reckless—turned the corner.
Damien's eyes widened. No time to think. Just act.
"No... no no no—MOVE, kid!"
He tossed his snacks aside and bolted.
Faster. Faster. Come on. Don't let him die. Not like this.
His legs pumped. Air burned in his lungs. His heartbeat roared in his ears.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" he screamed.
The kid froze.
Damien lunged, grabbing the kid and throwing him clear.
And then—
Impact.
Pain. Sharp, brutal, immediate. The sound of metal twisting. Glass shattering. Bones breaking.
Time fractured.
He hit the ground, eyes wide, mouth open, air gone.
Thoughts flickered in his mind, like dying embers:
I did it. I got him out. Good.
That truck... damn. Came outta nowhere.
My body... can't move. Everything hurts. My snacks... I never even got to eat the second bag...
Guess this is it. Figures. Damien Cross, college dropout snack lord, goes out saving a kid.
He laughed once, breathless. "Well, crap."
Then everything went black.
He stirred.
The ceiling above him was… black? Not dark. Not dim. Just endless blackness. Empty. Hollow.
"What the hell…?" Damien sat up, looking around. There was no floor, no sky, no anything—just void.
"Am I dead? Yeah… I think I am."
Then came the memory—flashes of the park, the truck, the kid's terrified face. The crunch of metal. The pain. The fire in his body. And the silence that followed.
"I died," he whispered. "I really died."
His fists clenched. His temper boiled.
"I DIED SAVING A KID! And no one's even here to say thanks?!"
"HELLO!!!" he shouted. The word echoed into the nothing. "IS ANYONE OUT THERE?!"
Silence.
Just as he was about to scream again, a voice slithered into the void.
"Well well… what do we have here?"
Damien spun around. "Who's there? Show yourself!"
The ground beneath him rumbled. Cracks spiderwebbed outward. A red glow shimmered beneath his feet.
"What the—?" he said, backing up. "Is the void… breaking?"
Fiery flames shot from the cracks, surrounding him in a blazing ring. Damien threw up his arms, bracing himself.
But the fire didn't burn.
He opened his eyes.
The void was gone.
He stood in a magnificent domain of fire—molten rivers, crimson skies filled with stars and drifting planets, a horizon that shimmered with heat but glowed with beauty.
"Okay. Either I'm dead… or I'm dreaming in 4K Ultra-HD hellfire," he muttered.
The ground beneath him was obsidian, cracked with glowing magma veins. The sky looked like fire and night had a baby—burning constellations, drifting stars like embers, planets hanging heavy and beautiful in the distance.
"...Okay. Not gonna lie. This place is gorgeous. Terrifying. But gorgeous."
He turned, eyes wide, trying to take it all in.
Then, a voice echoed again.
"Welcome to my world, Damien Cross."
He turned.
A grand staircase led up to a throne of obsidian and fire. Upon it sat a woman—no, a goddess.
Hair like molten lava, flowing and alive. Eyes like living flame. She wore a robe of shifting red and gold flame, her bare feet leaving scorch marks with every subtle movement.
A smirk curled her lips—dangerous, playful, divine.
Damien's jaw dropped. "W-Who the hell are you?"
She stood, the flames parting for her like loyal servants.
"Hello, my little flame," she said with a voice that cracked like embers and echoed like thunder. "I am Ignara Vermilion. Goddess of Fire."
Damien blinked. "WHAT THE HELL?!"
Damien Cross stood frozen in front of the throne, staring wide-eyed at the fiery goddess. Confused, shocked, overwhelmed—it didn't even begin to cover it.
Okay. What the actual hell is going on? Damien thought, his breath shaky. Why am I standing in a volcano palace talking to a literal goddess of fire? Did I fall into a coma? Get possessed? Eat a cursed chip?
"I... what do you mean I wished for this?" he said aloud.
The goddess giggled, a sound like crackling embers.
"No, this is real, my little flame," she said, her eyes flickering with divine mischief.
Damien's heart thudded. She... she can hear what I'm thinking? Oh, that's just perfect. Mind-reading goddess. This is fine. Everything's fine. I'm definitely not freaking out.
He took a shaky step back. "Why am I here? Are you seriously some kind of fire goddess or is this the world's most dramatic fever dream?"
Ignara's smirk deepened. "I am very real, Damien Cross. And I brought you here because I was impressed by your final act."
He narrowed his eyes. "You mean... saving that kid?"
"You threw yourself in front of a speeding truck," she said, voice soft. "You didn't even hesitate."
Damien's fists clenched. "I did it because someone had to. That kid didn't deserve—"
"You did it," Ignara interrupted gently, "because you couldn't bear to watch another mother suffer. Like you did. Watching yours die in that hospital bed."
The words hit him like a punch to the gut.
His breath caught. "How do you know about that?"
"I've been watching you," she said, her expression tender. "I've seen your anger. Your pain. How you fought, how you raged, after losing her. That was when the fire started growing in you."
Damien looked down, jaw tight. Memories flashed—his mom's pale hand in his, her smile weakening, the machines beeping slower each day.
I couldn't save her, he thought. I was helpless. I just sat there and watched... watched her fade.
"I was angry," he said aloud. "So angry. At the doctors. The world. Myself. I hated being powerless."
Ignara approached, her steps graceful. "And yet, you found the strength to protect another."
Damien glared up at her. "So what? I'm dead. She's still dead. How is any of this supposed to be alright?"
Ignara's eyes sparkled. "Because I'm giving you another chance. A second life. And power. Power like you've never dreamed of."
His heart skipped. A second life... with power?
"What kind of power?" he asked.
"The power to make sure no one else suffers like you did," she replied. "In another world, you will be reborn. With the fire of a god."
Damien looked at her, stunned. "You're serious?"
She nodded. "It looks like I finally have your full attention, my little flame."
But Damien, despite his growing trust, furrowed his brow. "Hold up. Before you stick godly napalm into my soul, I want to know more. What kind of world am I going to? And what's the magic system like?"
Ignara's smile widened. "Clever. Good. You're asking the right questions."
She raised a hand, and swirling images of stars and floating continents appeared in the flames around them.
"The world you're going to is called Veyruun. A world of gods, monsters, and magic. But unlike your Earth, mana flows like rivers through everything—air, stone, blood, dreams. It's wild, primal, and very much alive."
Damien watched the flames take shape—mages channeling the elements, beastkin running through forests, giant creatures looming in storm clouds.
"There are five major schools of magic," she continued, "Elemental, Arcane, Spirit, Blood, and Celestial. Elemental is the most common—manipulating raw forces like fire, water, earth, and wind. But within each school are hundreds of specializations, tiers, and affinities."
"So it's not just slinging fireballs?" Damien asked, intrigued.
"Oh no," Ignara purred. "It's creation and destruction. Shaping reality. Drawing power from emotion, memory, nature. The strong can burn cities with a whisper. The weak can barely light a candle."
Damien grinned. "Sounds like chaos. I love it."
"In Veyruun, your magic won't be learned—it will be you. You'll be an Infernal Vessel. You won't use mana. You'll generate it. Your anger will feed your spells. Your determination will stoke your strength. The more intense your emotions, the stronger your magic becomes."
"Sounds dangerous."
"Exactly why I chose you."
Damien tilted his head. "So, this world—Veyruun. Full of magic, monsters, and madness. And I get dropped in like a walking firestorm?"
"More like a nuclear phoenix," Ignara smirked.
Damien laughed once. "Okay. Now I'm in."
Ignara stepped closer, her chest beginning to glow—not just red, but supernova gold, laced with streams of divine heat.
Damien's eyes widened. What the hell is happening to her?
She slipped two fingers into her sternum, parting divine flesh without blood—only light.
"IGNARA!! What are you doing?!" Damien shouted.
She pulled free the Cindervessel—a core of pure flame, shaped like a tear, shimmering between crimson, gold, and void-black. It pulsed with his breath.
"This is the Flame of My Heart," she said softly. "Take this flame, Damien Cross. The first fire. The last. The one even gods fear to hold."
"What... is it?"
"The Cindervessel – my soul made flame. It will fuse with yours. Your mortal core will be replaced with divine fire. You won't cast fire — you are fire."
His thoughts raced. This is insane... this is terrifying... this is everything I've ever wanted.
The Cindervessel floated toward Damien, almost reluctant… then suddenly lunged into his chest like a sentient comet.
His body lifted off the ground, arms spread, mouth open. Fire erupted from his back, spiraling upward in a cyclone of divine flame.
His veins glowed like magma. His eyes snapped open, blazing with ignited constellations. His heartbeat echoed like thunder, shaking the realm.
His scream wasn't pain—it was overload.
I feel everything! he thought. Pain. Rage. Joy. Grief. Every fight. Every failure. Every moment of love. They're all here. And they're BURNING.
Flames roared around him, rewriting his soul from the inside out. His bones cracked and reformed. His blood ignited, becoming fuel. Every scar, every emotion, transformed into power.
A glowing rune branded itself over his heart—Ignara's divine crest, flickering like a living flame.
Then—
Silence.
The fire collapsed back inside him.
Damien hit the ground hard, steam hissing from his skin. His breath left glowing embers. His aura radiated warmth and danger.
He was no longer mortal.
Ignara watched, pride burning in her gaze. "Beautiful. My little flame... perfect."
Damien rose slowly, his fingers trailing fire. He looked at his arms, at the smoldering heat pulsing beneath his skin.
"I feel... powerful. Like I'm barely holding back a sun."
He clicked his fingers. Fire bloomed. He formed a phoenix, then spun it into a serpent, then made it explode like fireworks.
Ignara laughed joyfully. "You really are mine now."
Damien grinned. "And I love it."
"Are you ready for the new world?"
"Hell yeah."
"Then go. And shine."
She raised her hand. A magic circle flared beneath his feet, ancient runes glowing with emberlight.
Damien gave her a smirk. "See you around, goddess."
She smiled. "Make them burn bright, my darling vessel."
The circle pulsed. Light exploded. Damien vanished.
A few moments later, in a distant realm...
A glowing magic circle appeared in the middle of a lush, glowing forest. Trees stood tall with golden leaves. Crystal-clear streams glided through mossy rocks. The air smelled like cedar and fire lilies. The sky above was filled with two suns and a crescent moon.
With a sudden burst, Damien appeared within the circle. His feet hit the earth. The light faded.
He blinked. Looked around.
"…Whoa."
Veyruun.
Birds chirped in strange melodies. A deer with antlers of shimmering light darted through the trees. The wind carried whispers of magic.
"This place… it's beautiful," Damien whispered. "So alive. It's like the world's breathing magic."
He looked down at his hands, fire still softly curling around his fingers.
"A new life. A second chance. With fire in my veins."
He smiled.
"Let's begin my new adventure."
He stepped forward, through the glowing forest.
The forest of Veyruun whispered with life as Damien Cross strolled through, leaves glowing faintly golden under twin suns. The scent of moss and fire lilies filled the air, and birds with glowing feathers darted between branches. Magic wasn't just in the world—it was the world.
Damien took a deep breath, the warmth of the air feeding his core like he was inhaling mana itself. His fingers trailed along tree bark that hummed under his touch.
"Alright," he muttered, "so I'm alive. Again. Reborn with powers from a fire goddess. Not the weirdest Tuesday I've had."
As he walked, he couldn't help but think about one thing.
If I'm in an isekai world now, I gotta have a status screen, right? I mean, that's rule number one. I used to read manga like this all the time as a kid...
He scratched his head and laughed quietly. "No way this actually works but... screw it. Worth a shot."
He looked around—no one to see him act like a weeb—and mumbled, "Open status."
Suddenly, a fiery crimson light ignited before him.
"WHOA!" Damien jumped back as a holographic display burst into existence, crackling with embers and outlined in molten gold. The air shimmered around it.
He squinted and started reading.
[STATUS SCREEN]
Name: Damien Cross
Age: 19
Race: Reincarnated Human (Flamebound)
Level: 1
Class: Flame Sovereign (Overpowered Fire Mage)
Titles: Reincarnated One, Chosen of Ignara, Ember of Calamity, The Living Inferno, Worldbreaker (Dormant)
HP: 2,500 / 2,500
MP: 12,000 / 12,000
Strength: 180
Agility: 220
Endurance: 300
Mana: ∞ (Overflowing)
Luck: 777
Charm: 300
Normal Skills
Fire Affinity: MAX – All fire magic is enhanced by 300%
Appraisal – Can scan enemies, items, and magic
Battle Focus – Slows perception during high-stress combat
Heat Sense – Can detect life through body heat and flame signatures
Blazing Grasp – Ignites enemies with physical contact
Heat Resistance – Complete immunity to heat and flame
Elemental Awareness – Can feel all nearby elemental forces
Mana Regeneration: High – Recovers 5% MP per second
Ability Skills
Emberflash – Long-range fire-speed dash that burns space itself; lets Damien traverse cities in seconds
Cinder Armor – Auto-generates armor of molten ash when below 30% HP
Flash Flare – Creates a blinding explosion of light and heat
Burnout Punch – Converts mana into raw firepower for a physical strike
Flame Absorption – Recovers HP/MP from nearby fire sources
Magic Fire Skills
Fireball EX – A fireball that could level a fortress
Flame Lance – Piercing jet of concentrated flame
Crimson Vortex – Summons a fire tornado that burns magic itself
Ignition Field – Ambient area becomes overheated — weak enemies collapse
Molten Shackles – Summons chains of lava to bind and burn enemies
Unique Skills (Blessing of Ignara Vermilion)
Cindervessel Core – A living divine flame fused with his soul; grants access to high-tier and forbidden fire magic
Soulburn – Bypasses resistances and burns the soul
Phoenix Rebirth – Revives once per day in flames upon death
Emotion Ignition – Damien's fire spells scale based on his emotions (rage = massive AoE; sorrow = blue soulfire)
Flame Sovereign's Presence – Passive intimidation aura against enemies and divine recognition by fire spirits
Sovereign Flame Domain – Damien can temporarily convert any battlefield into a domain where his fire magic becomes absolute
Weapons
Blazefang – A dagger of ever-burning heat, evolves with use
Items
Flame Pendant of Ignara – Protects Damien from divine detection (unless she wants to watch)
Fists of Fire – Barehanded strikes ignite targets on contact
Damien stared at the screen, mouth slightly open.
"Holy… these stats are insane. I've got infinite mana?! Max fire affinity? I'm a literal flame demigod at level ONE!"
He scrolled through the screen, eyes wide.
"Soulburn? Phoenix Rebirth? Sovereign Flame Domain? Bro, I'm busted. I'm overpowered-overpowered. I'd be the final boss in a normal game... and I just started."
The thought made him laugh. "No wonder Ignara was smiling so much. I'm not just her little flame... I'm a walking apocalypse."
He closed the screen with a flick of his hand and began walking again.
The trees parted around him as if recognizing his presence. The wind carried warmth wherever he stepped.
"Alright Veyruun," he said, eyes burning with determination, "let's see what this world's got for me."
He cracked his knuckles, fire flaring briefly from his fingertips.
Damien kept walking through the forest of Veyruun, sunlight filtering through twin suns above the tree canopy. The leaves shimmered gold and violet, rustling softly in the breeze. Birdsong echoed from unseen perches, and the air smelled like warm cedar and something sweetly unfamiliar—wild mana.
As he stepped over twisted roots and passed glowing mushrooms sprouting along the path, his mind wandered.
This place... it's like a fairytale and a fever dream fused together, Damien thought. And here I am, casually strolling through it like some overpowered anime protagonist. First I get isekai'd, then meet a literal fire goddess, get gifted a nuclear flame core, and now I'm monster-hunting like it's Tuesday.
He smirked. "Alright," he muttered to himself, "this is all great, really. Scenic. Magical. But I need to test these powers out. And what better way than blasting something ugly?"
He walked deeper, brushing aside low-hanging branches. Mana-rich plants pulsed faintly under his feet. Occasionally, he'd toss a spark of flame just to watch the forest respond—like the entire place was alive and watching.
There's gotta be monsters around here. Every isekai's got 'em. Goblins, wolves, slimes… I don't care what. I just need something that screams when it burns.
An hour passed.
"Still nothing... Not even a flying chicken demon or something?" he groaned. "Did Ignara drop me in the peaceful forest expansion pack?"
He paused beneath a massive tree, its bark glowing faintly red.
"Alright. Heat Sense," he said.
The world changed. Red hues bled across his vision, outlines and pulses overlaying the forest. He scanned slowly. Heat readings flickered—small animals, insects...
Then—twenty larger signatures.
Damien's grin returned. "Jackpot."
But then—DANGER.
A sensation clawed at his spine. His body tensed.
Eight arrows tore through the air.
But Damien vanished, a blur of speed.
The arrows shattered the ground behind where he stood.
He reappeared farther away, arms crossed.
"Well well... Looks like I've got company."
The bushes trembled. Leaves parted.
Goblins.
Short, gnarly creatures with green skin and sharp teeth. Some rushed him with rusty daggers. Others perched in the trees, bows and jagged knives drawn.
Damien sighed with a wicked grin. "Classic. The tutorial mobs have arrived."
"Appraisal," he muttered.
Species: Forest Goblin
Level: 3–6
HP: 180–270
Skills:
Pack Tactics: Bonus damage when attacking in groups
Night Vision: Enhanced vision in darkness
Crude Shot: Fires arrows with reduced accuracy but random bonus effects
Ambusher: Higher crit rate when undetected
Damien chuckled. "Underleveled. Underarmed. Underestimated. Bad combo."
The goblins snarled. Four darted forward, shrieking.
Damien's body ignited in swirling flames, dancing around him like a living storm. His aura surged.
Then something changed.
Behind him, a massive phoenix of flame burst into existence—its wings fanning wide, eyes burning with ancient heat. The ground trembled. The air distorted.
The goblins stopped short, visibly terrified.
"What's wrong?" Damien said mockingly. "Too hot for you?"
One of the goblins let out a furious screech and lunged again, and the other three followed suit.
Damien raised one arm, fire coiling in his palm.
"Let's turn up the heat."
"FIREBALL EX!"
A massive orb of fire, glowing brighter than the sun, erupted from his hand. It twisted in the air like a meteor and collided mid-air with the four charging goblins.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The impact created a blazing shockwave that uprooted nearby trees. Leaves disintegrated, bark exploded from trunks, and a wide crater of scorched earth carved itself where the goblins had stood.
When the inferno faded, the only evidence of their existence was molten ash swirling in the breeze.
Damien stood, awe and joy mingling on his face.
"I just... erased them. Not beat. Not defeated. Erased."
He slowly turned toward the remaining sixteen goblins.
They stood paralyzed—half in fear, half in disbelief. A few dropped their crude weapons. One fell to his knees, whimpering.
Then behind Damien, the phoenix flared again.
Its wings spread high, casting fiery light over the forest. Flames dripped from its feathers, and its screech echoed like the roar of a dying sun. Trees bent from the pressure. The air itself seemed to bow.
Damien grinned and slowly raised his hands, flames gathering like loyal soldiers.
"Who's next?"
The goblins screamed and turned to run, bolting in all directions through the forest.
"Leaving already?" Damien said with a laugh. "We were just getting warmed up."
Four flames hovered behind him, spiraling like fire spirits.
"Fireball x4."
The orbs launched.
One fireball curved toward a group of three goblins. It struck the ground beneath them, detonating with a thunderous roar. The explosion lifted them into the air like ragdolls before consuming them in a dome of flame.
The second struck a fleeing goblin climbing a tree. It exploded in a spray of molten bark and green gore, the entire tree collapsing in flame.
The third fireball followed a zigzagging goblin with terrifying accuracy, bursting in midair above his head, sending a tidal wave of fire downward that scorched a wide path.
The fourth caught five goblins together as they scrambled into a ditch. It struck with a whoomp and then detonated with enough force to crater the land, fire licking the sky as smoke poured into the canopy.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The air filled with crackling fire, the scent of scorched earth and burning foliage. Trees were reduced to charred stumps. Craters glowed red with molten rock. Even the wind fled.
Damien stood in the middle of the battlefield, his arms lowered, the smoke curling around him.
He surveyed the carnage.
The once-beautiful forest clearing had become a smoldering ruin. Burned stumps jutted like broken bones. Craters smoked. Ash blanketed everything like snowfall.
And not a single goblin remained.
"…Okay, yeah. That was definitely overkill," he muttered. "But DAMN, that was fun."
He raised a hand. "Fire Absorption."
The scattered flames snaked toward him, vanishing into his skin.
A ding echoed in his mind.
Level Up!
Current Level: 4 → 7
New Stats:
HP: 2,500 → 3,400
MP: 12,000 → 15,000
Strength: 180 → 210
Agility: 220 → 260
Endurance: 300 → 340
Mana: ∞
New Skill Unlocked:
Inferno Burst – Unleashes a radial shockwave of exploding flames around the caster, scales with current HP loss.
Damien grinned. "New levels. New fire. All from roasting goblins. First day's going strong."
He looked up. The sky was growing dim, colors bleeding from orange to purple. Stars blinked into existence.
He breathed in the cooling air. "Let's see... died yesterday, met a fire goddess, got godflame jammed into my chest, nuked a forest full of goblins, got a level-up montage, and now it's bedtime. Not a bad first day in a new world."
He wandered for a bit, finding a cozy hill between two trees.
"This'll work."
He gathered firewood from the unburned side of the forest, arranged a neat firepit, then squatted down.
"Let's light this up."
He snapped his fingers. A tiny spark danced up.
He flicked it toward the firepit. Flame bloomed instantly.
"Nice and cozy."
He sat with his back against a tree. Firelight flickered across his face, warming his skin.
He let out a long sigh.
First day in another world, he thought. I died saving a kid... met a literal goddess with lava hair... and now I'm sitting under stars in a magic forest, wielding the power to destroy armies. This... is wild.
He yawned. "Kinda want snacks though…"
His eyes fluttered closed.
Within minutes, Damien Cross, Reincarnated Flame Sovereign, was asleep by the fire.
To be continued.