(Reincarnated as the One Below All.)

Chapter four:

The world breaker. The beast who tore down god's is who I was becoming. Anger personified. The rage of the universe. The king of hell, too strong for death to claim.

I am the One Below All! A green energy wave imploded on me, spreading out visible gamma shockwaves from inside my body to the outside.

Everything went green. My body felt like it was connected to an infinite boiling power source. My nerves felt like they were being exposed to the fires of Hell. I wanted to scream bloody murder, I couldn't. My cracked vocal cords were being remade with a cheese grater.

My bones were drawn past the human limit. I felt them strain and crack and elongate. The strange thing was that it sounded in rhythm like a sick piano piece made of brittle twigs and tendons.

I felt misery and agony, not just pain. No this was more than pain. I had nothing to compare it to. It was like a hit in the ball's with a sledgehammer. Like subbing your small toe against a diamond hard counter edge over and over again.

My muscles vividly expanded and enlarged. The visible mass increased giving me the world's worst cramp. I heard my clothes audibly rip as my body enlarged to gigantic muscular proportions. I began to hear much more than that though. It was like the battlefield was in my head. I could hear the metallic collision of swords. I could hear metal slice through flesh. I could smell much more in the air.

And then my eyes opened up. This was beyond normal sight. It was like wearing telescopes for eyes without the tunnel vision.

I inexplicably adapted to the rapid increase in size and strength and the elevation of my sight that came along the enhanced senses I gained. The knowledge of utilization was instinctual and fluid. I just knew, I don't have to think or calculate. I just knew.

The strength was so much more! It was so so much. I felt it all through me. I felt more alive than I'd ever been. The power flowing in me, like a dam waiting to be released. Like a blocked stream being unclogged. This was what they mean when they said energy coursing through the veins. This was so much power. And anger, rage waiting to be unleashed. I felt it knock against the glass door that was flimsy restraint and limitation. I let it free.

The bastard sword (it's fun saying that) snapped like a twig in my grasp. My hand shot out, grabbing the dogman, wrapping my massive green fingers around it's feeble neck and twisting, it kicked and trashed. Crack, both it's head's fell limply to the side.

The satisfaction mixed with rage was beyond words. I was comparable to reaching a bloody nirvana almost completion. In a more crude sense the satisfaction was akin to fucking Angelina Jolie without rubber, I felt right in place, my existence finding what it truly was meant for. It was everything right and just. I inhaled the bloody night air filled with dripping testosterone, rank sweat and the cries of battle, my eyes darting on the figures around me. I wanted to destroy something. It's all I wanted to do for now to irreparably destroy and let this strength run wild. I wasn't stupid, in fact I became smarter than I was, my mind wasn't overcome by the primal desires or an animals, my intellect wasn't snuffed out. The One Below All wasn't separate. It was me, everything blended together to achieve a perfect mix, the sought for state of instinct, brains and brawn's working in tandem. It wasn't dissociative like Bruce Banner's, no it was an integral part of my being, like my brain was to my body. I wholly accepted it.

The stares of warrior's around me deepened. The monsters inching back away from me, they instinctively knew I was the apex predator, the hunter. The One Below All has no fear, for it is afraid of nothing. As confirmed by my saga. All my fears were conquered like roaches beneath a boot, I have never felt so alive and free... and angry. Hot burning anger that steamed around me. I could feel it in my bones in my being.