The biggest lie in every fantasy novel is that the "Chosen One" actually matters. Spoiler alert: they don’t. The only thing that matters is the guy who typed the words, the guy who decided gravity exists, and the guy who gave the villain a tragic backstory just to pad the word count.
That guy is me. I’m Arthur. I’m the God of this world.
And currently, God is handcuffed to a jagged rock, bleeding from the nose, and about to be decapitated by a level 90 Demon King with a bad texture pop-in on his left shoulder.
"Any last words, worm?" the King bellows.
I look at the rusty axe hovering above my neck. Then I look at the floating blue dialogue box that only I can see.
[System Warning: Admin Privileges Unstable. sanity_level: 12%]
"Yeah," I wheeze, staring directly at the pixelated sky. "Check your patch notes."
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