1 Chapter 1

World Peace—could we really achieve it? Turns out, we did. January 1st, 2020, marked the moment when World Peace was declared, and all the world's governments united to advance humanity. Every global issue seemed to find resolution, and Earth blossomed into a utopia. Fast forward several decades, and I was born into a world that had enjoyed 150 years of uninterrupted peace.

It was a beautiful morning when the news broke—a seismic shift that sent the entire world spiraling into chaos. Reports flooded in: all nuclear missiles from across the globe had been launched. Panic gripped humanity as nations braced for the worst. The perpetrator remained unknown, but one thing was certain—peace was shattered, and the "Apocalyptic War" began. The long-dreaded Third World War had become a horrifying reality, far worse than anyone had imagined.

Amidst the conflict, the United States faced a critical shortage of soldiers. Desperation led to a drastic measure: the reinstatement of the draft. Age became irrelevant; once you turned 10, you were conscripted into the military program. From a young age, we were groomed in military schools, trained in every skill necessary for combat. At age 20, we officially joined the army, each striving to be the best.

After four years of intensive training, graduation day arrived. I emerged as the top student, earning the nickname "Kira." But this achievement brought no celebration; instead, it marked the beginning of my isolation. Branded as an outcast, even among my own platoon, I endured daily harassment from my General and the fear of my enemies.

Over the next decade, I rose through the ranks, reaching the esteemed position of Marshal by age 25. Entrusted with leading my own team, I drove them relentlessly, pushing them beyond their limits until we became the most respected branch of the military. Little did I know, the very individuals I trusted would soon betray me.

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold as I received the mission briefing from my commanding officer. "Kira," he began with his usual authority, "we have a critical assignment for you and your team." His words carried a weight of impending danger, quickening my heart as he outlined the details: a raid on a Korean outpost. Despite the gravity of the task, I steeled myself for the challenge ahead, nodding in acknowledgment as my mind raced to formulate strategies for success.

With my best soldiers, Hyper-Monkey and Viper, we set out under the cover of darkness, our footsteps echoing in the still night air. Anticipation mingled with tension, every sound seeming to foreshadow the trials awaiting us. As we approached the outpost, adrenaline surged through me, sharpening my senses to a razor's edge. But nothing could prepare us for the chaos that erupted as we breached the perimeter.

Gunfire erupted in a cacophony of sound, bullets whizzing past us with deadly intent. Seeking cover, we moved with fluid precision amidst the chaos, yet even the best-laid plans faltered in the face of unforeseen circumstances. Suddenly, my trusted comrades turned on me, their guns aimed with lethal intent. Panic seized me as bullets tore through my flesh, agony consuming me in its fiery grip.

As darkness closed in, I found myself standing before three colossal beings, each seated upon magnificent thrones that seemed to transcend reality itself. The man on the right flickered like flames, his purple eyes piercing through the haze. In the middle sat a figure of light, golden eyes gleaming with an otherworldly radiance. And on the left, a being resembling Cthulhu, his form shrouded in shadows, his gaze unsettling with fourteen glowing red eyes.

"Hello, Kira," the old man spoke, his voice carrying a weight of authority. "We welcome you to our council room. We are the Titans of Creation. I am God, I am the Creator of your Universe, to my right is Khaos, and to my left is Azathoth."

Azathoth nodded, his tentacle beard swaying. "The reason you're here is quite simple, young mortal. We govern the entire multiverse, and we need help in one of Lord Khaos's worlds."

God waved his hand, and a hologram video materialized before me, depicting an apocalyptic world overrun by demonic monsters. A flaming god-like being laughed amidst the chaos, while many humans lay dead, recognizable by their orange and purple shirts and weapons at their sides. "What you see here is Ragnarok, a cataclysmic Apocolypse that will destroy that world if this worlds Perseus Jackson doesn't exist."

Frowning, I interjected, "Hold on, you mean the same Percy Jackson that Rick Riordan wrote about?What do you mean if he does not exist?"

Khaos nodded slowly, "Yes the same one, well more like a multiverse version of him. In this world Percy Jackson has the chance to be born from any of the sons of Kronos or he will die from all the godly energy inside him."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Sally Jackson was raped by the three drunk gods, and those fools put way to much divine energy to her, usually a demigod has about 50% or less divinity but the amount they gave almost killed her, luckily she survived."

"How much divinity does this version of Perseus get?"

"99% will be divinity" God responded.

"Due to the gods' divinity, they aren't bound by the same laws as humans, and Sally had gotten pregnant with a child that bore the mixed DNA of the three gods," Azathoth explained. "His body is going into an overload and it put the child in a coma when he was born; he is currently at Death's door."

"So what am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Perseus is going to die, and when he does you will take over his body, living his life. You will keep all your memories and we will give you panmnesia so that you will be able to remember and recall absolutely everything. You will become as strong as possiable so that you can stop the Apocolypse that is to come in the future," God declared. "We will send you on quests when we need you to do something, upon completion of these quests we will reward you with items and weapons to help you get stronger. So one day you can overthrow those Olympians."

"Hold on, what!" I exclaimed in shock. "You expect me to go and overthrow the Olympian gods? Do you know how hard that will be? I never killed a god before."

"You don't have to kill them, if you can get them to change their ways and be better or can get them to become loyal to you that will count as overthrowing them."

"So I know how this works. Usually I get a wish or some ability to help me," I responded. "So, what will you three offer?"

The Titans nodded in unison. "We will offer you four wish's," God explained. "Though if we refuse to grant an ability you have to select another."

I took a moment to contemplate my wishes. This was a hard choice. What would be the perfect wish?

"For my first wish," I began, "I want to be free from the control of the fates, infact I want to outright control them."

Azathoth nodded approvingly, "Easy wish to grant, I think those three need to see how it is like being controlled."

"For my second wish," I continued, "I would like to be able to grow withought limit."

"Sure, why not." Khaos agreed.

After some thinking I spoke up. "I would like the ability to take the powers of those that I kill, I would like a way to know what abilities like a voice in my head or something."

Azathoth's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "What an interesting wish. The wish will be granted, let us see how strong you become."

"I agree, brother," God responded. "Now what is your last wish?"

"I would like to have an Online shop where I can buy different weapons, items, etc with money." I declared after some consideration. Any chance you can transfer the money I made in my old life into the shop so I can start out with some funds?"

"Yeah we can do that. Now are you sure those are the four wishes you want," God acknowledged. "Once you are reborn you won't be able to change them."

"Yes, these are the wishes that I want granted

"Then so be it!" The three Titans of Creation stood and raised their hands. "We are the Protani's, the Titans of Creation, the overseers of the multiverse, the governors of life and death. Good luck in your new life!"