In a world destined to be burdened by its own species, hope lay in a so-called hero—an icon, a savior, the chosen one—destined to defeat evil and restore balance. You know, the usual.
So the hero steps forward, faces the mighty villain Kaaboom, unleashes a flurry of powerful attacks, and in the end...
The villain dies.
The hero wins.
Happily ever after.
Is that what you thought I'd say?
Tsk, tsk.
How naïve.
The villain? Humiliated. Destroyed. Obliterated.
Even in death, he wasn't spared.
But that's not even where this story begins.
Ok ok I am talking nonsense.. let's start with the story
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Meet Davein—a more or less innocent, slightly eccentric, and extremely powerful mage. Also known to the world as its strongest protector.
For the past two days, Davein had been working tirelessly on something extraordinary:
A Mana Cube.
Not just any cube—the most powerful mana construct ever conceived.
On the third day, just as the cube's energy began to pulse with unstable brilliance...
a Cat appeared.
A small, adorable creature—curious, furry, and hopelessly attracted to shiny things. It pounced. It purred. It played with the Mana Cube.
And then...
CRASH!
The cube hit the floor.
KABOOM!!!
Half the continent was reduced to rubble.
Gone.
Fortunately, Davein had the foresight—and the power—to teleport the Cat to safety in the nick of time. As for himself?
He survived by casting a 10th-stage barrier spell—mere milliseconds before the blast consumed everything.
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But that wasn't the end.
Enter: The Young Hero™.
He appeared dramatically before Davein, eyes burning with resolve… and then promptly died.
No, really.
The poor guy didn't even stand a chance. Davein tried to explain that a cat caused the explosion. That it was an accident. But the young hero didn't listen. He charged.
And in response?
One 10th-stage offensive spell.
Gone.
"Bro, seriously? Why would you fight a guy like Davein when you couldn't even handle one hit?!"
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Meanwhile, the second Mana Cube—still unstable—began to crack.
The cracks spread.
And once again...
KABOOM!!!
BOOM!
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Thanks! This part is really funny and chaotic—in a good way. You've got a unique comedic voice, and I'd love to help bring that out more while cleaning up the grammar and enhancing the flow.
Here's an improved and polished version of your new section, keeping your tone intact:
It was too late for Davein to cast another 10th-stage barrier spell.
Only one word came to his mind...
"Karma."
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How is that cat still alive?
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Davein slowly opened his eyes.
He was floating in a vast void, surrounded by shadows—except for one figure standing nearby: a radiant, glowing man wrapped in shimmering robes.
"Am I in heaven?" Davein asked, blinking.
"No," the glowing man replied, his voice calm yet oddly disappointed. "You're not in heaven, nor hell, you are in nothingness."
Davein sighed. "Figures. Even hell doesn't want me."
"Oh no, this is my domain," the being clarified. "I am a god. And I've chosen you for a mission. I want to reincarnate you."
"You were a hero," the god said. "The strongest mage of your world. Why would you be sent to hell?"
Davein: "…"
God: "Right?"
Davein: "…"
God: "You were a hero… right?"
Davein "I was called a hero, but I accidentally…"
"Accidentally what?" the god started regretting his decision
Davein gave a weak smile.
"…destroyed an entire planet."
The god started regretting his life
Regret bloomed across his divine face like a dying star.
"But technically," Davein added, "it was because of a cat."
…
God: "…"
God: "I wish I could die."
Davein: "I wish I could live. how about I become a god, and you become a mage?"
The god massaged his temples. He was already reconsidering everything.
"I was this close to sending you back," the god muttered.
Davein smirked. "If you do, your divine mission won't be completed."
"You destroyed a planet! Who knows what you'll blow up next?"
Nice! This scene continues your great mix of sarcasm, godly chaos, and dark humor. I've revised it to make the dialogue cleaner, fix grammar, and keep the comedic tone consistent:
Davein: "I told you—it was an accident…"
God: "What's your name?"
Davein: "Davein."
God squinted. "Hmm. I must've heard it wrong. I thought you said Devil."
Davein: "Understandable."
God sighed deeply. "Anyway... about the mission. You are to kill a demigod. If he grows any more powerful, he could become a threat to all of us—the gods."
Davein blinked. "Then why don't you kill him now?"
God looked mildly offended. "We're not allowed to interfere directly in the mortal realm."
Davein: "So... you're gods, but with rules?"
God: "Divine bureaucracy. Don't ask."
Davein: "Right."
The god crossed his arms. "Centuries ago, that demigod swore that once he surpasses our power, he'll crush us one by one. He's dangerously close now."
Davein: "So you're afraid of a mortal with a grudge and daddy issues?"
God: "He's not mortal. He's a demigod, and a very angry one."
Davein: "And you want me—the guy who accidentally turned a continent into dust because his cat dropped a cube—to deal with him?"
God - "...yes?"
Davein: "Was anybody else assigned this mission before me?"
God: "Yeah… thirteen people."
Davein: "And?"
God: sighs "They died."
Davein: "Killed by the demigod?"
God: "No... the world was too cruel. They couldn't survive."
Davein: "Wait—thirteen people died?!"
God: "Yeah."
Davein: "Did they die all at once?"
God: "Yeah…"
Davein: "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
God: "The people of Acadia somehow found out that those thirteen were sent by me… and, well, they killed them."
Davein: "Just because a god sent them?!"
God nodded solemnly. "That's what I don't understand either."
Davein narrowed his eyes. "What kind of god are you, exactly?"
God: "I am the God of Death."
Davein: "Ah. Makes sense now."
God: "How so?"
Davein smirked. "You seriously expect mortals to worship and respect the one thing they fear the most?"
God: "…"
Davein: "You're literally their final boss."