It all starts spinning

It was and it always has been death.

Back then I was the past death that spurred me into motion. Now it's the future death that moves me.

It lies in the face of what I believe somewhat.

See people always tell you that mortality is a blessing. Because only when you have limited time can you decide how to use it.

But I think that's wrong. Because i've seen mortals who never ended up doing what they wanted too with their time.

But almost everyone I've met who's been through hell. Been through hopelessness. All of them have proclaimed that their right where they want to be.

In my own world it's not death that spurs you to live your life. It's pain.

But despite that here I am. Living in the name of death.

At the moment I stood upon the shoulder of a titan made from muscle.

It had to tower at least forty feet into the sky. And it made great crashing noises with every step.

If you couldn't already tell. I was on Craig's shoulder.

We were headed to the kings palace. I had no choice but to take on the hounds if I wanted to make a perfect world for Craig in such a short amount of time.

What I was trying to do should be impossible. But I had to do it. It was either that or let Craig die hopeless.

"What is that thing!" Yelled one of the people below.

"I'M THE WEAKEST MAN ALIVE!" Bellowed Craig.

People went from watching in confusion to fleeing in terror.

"The weak man has come to punish us for our sins!"

Yelled a beggar who was then crushed under foot.

"Did you just kill him?" I asked Craig

"No. My muscles will just spit him out the other side. He'll be fine."

I nodded.

"Good."

Finally after a few minutes of walking we arrived at where the king was giving his speech. We were lucky that the king was preaching at the same time that my execution was supposed to be happening.

"Everyone! I am pleased to announce that the man who caused the crop plague is dead!"

People began to cheer.

*BOOM*

And then they began to scream.

"I didn't cause the crop plague! Your uneducated farmers did!" I yelled.

"Sound the horn!" Yelled the king.

"People. Stop running."

Luckily they stopped.

*chooooooooou*

And at the same time the horn played.

"Everyone. I'd like to become your new king. I swear I can remove all the—"

*crack*

Blood and muscle spewed in every direction. Craig seemed to have vanished with but a single blow.

Who was the source of this blow?

Simple. It was none other than the good old arch granny.

"I'm sure you have great things to say. But at the moment your my enemy."

A fist flew into my face. And once more I was unconscious.

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Half assed. That's my problem. I've always been half assed.

I'll complain about someone not loving me when at the end of the day I will have never done anything to fix it.

I can't do that anymore. I WILL NOt let my children grow up without a father.

I know from Craig the path the father of my children will be going down.

World conquest. To create a proper nation he'll have to find a way to take down the mist wall. Through my research I know that the only way to do that is with the artefact at the end of the world.

The solution is quite simple.

I'll get to the end of the world before him and take the artifact for myself.

I'll make myself so strong that he can't possibly fight me for it. Then I'll force him to live with me. With my kids. It's either that or fail.

After a while of staying with me I'm sure my charm will erode him.

Then I can give my children a happy life with a loving father

"Kids. I'm going to take you to stay with your aunts for a while. When I'm back daddy will be with me."

The children fussed a little but I still got them to go.

I meanwhile walked to the beach. I would swim through the mist wall.

No one would stop me.

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I stood in front of the unconscious form of Nathaniel. Ever since his lover. My grand daughter had died he had a different air about him.

Before he had been brash and willing to cut through anything. A warrior.

But now he had the aura of something much more terrifying.

An emperor.

If it were not for the blackmail I would have surely followed him.

Even with the motivation not to follow him I still felt slightly swayed. It was terrifying

"Haaa. Sometimes I regret immigrating here."

I couldn't bring myself to give out killing blows. I walked up to Greg's body and stuck a piece of wood in his mouth. Not the manly kind. There was no manly wood stuck in anyone's mouth.

I turned around and walked away.

"Are they dead?" Asked the king.

I did give the king the respect of a response and instead continued to walk..

I needed to find my grandchildren. If they could give Nathaniel some aid for long enough to give my son a fighting chance at freedom then that would be helpful.