BANG! BOOM!
The young man kicked the corpse in rage, and the corpse flew with insane speeds at the wall, which promptly exploded.
Triston took a deep breath.
After kicking the corpse, the young man seemed to feel better, and an evil smirk appeared on his face.
"You should've seen him when he came into my palace like he owned the place," the young man said.
"Back then, I was looking rather favorably upon him since he managed to become quite powerful. I assumed that the other paths to power would recover with time."
"However, that idiot just had to act like he owned the place and told me to make space for him."
SHING!
The naked corpse appeared in front of the young man again, uninjured.
BANG!
Another kick, another explosion at the wall.
"Just like right now, I kicked him around the room until he eventually died," the young man said with a genuinely malicious grin. "It took hours, but he still eventually succumbed to his ever-increasing count and severity of injuries."
Triston remained completely silent.
This guy was dangerous!
The young man took a deep breath and looked at Triston again.
"Anyway, that's where you come into play," he said, "someone that has the guts and drive to become truly powerful."
"I will send you into my world with a body that is unable to practice Magic. However, you are a person that wants to become more powerful, someone that chases power. If Magic doesn't work for you, you will find another way."
"And that's your entire job," the young man said with a smirk as he sat down on his throne again.
"Simply be yourself in my world. Do whatever the fuck you want. It doesn't matter because, in the end, you will chase power no matter what, and you will have to do it with something that isn't Magic."
"That's all you have to do."
Triston thought about the young man's words as he furrowed his brows.
Becoming as powerful as this God in front of him?
That didn't sound bad.
A world where people actually truly fought each other?
That didn't sound bad.
Being able to feel himself becoming more powerful and being able to push himself to his limits yet again with a new body?
That didn't sound bad.
However, Triston still sighed.
'I want to actually go through with this, but it somehow feels weird since it feels like I didn't have a choice in the matter.'
"Pfft!" the young man spat with a short laugh. "No choice? That's your issue?"
"Alright, then let me give you a choice."
"Go back to your world and join the afterlife or come to my world. You can decide for yourself."
Triston thought about his old world and his family that he had left behind.
He missed them.
However, he had already died.
There was no way that this God would resurrect him.
He had lost them anyway.
Triston sighed again.
The God had given him a choice, but it wasn't truly a choice since Triston's decision had already been made before the choice had even existed.
"Finally done with those useless thoughts?" the young man asked with a smirk.
Triston looked at the naked corpse for a second.
Then, he turned to the young man and nodded.
A new life was about to begin for him.
"Not so fast!" the young man shouted. "Don't get ahead of yourself. Before you join my world, I need to give you a helping hand."
Triston's left eyebrow rose. "A helping hand?"
"Yes," the young man said with a satisfied smirk as he leaned back.
"I have three presents for you that will make your journey to power far easier."