After Steal made his way out of the guild, he tripped on something on the floor, the small goblin clattered to the pavement before scrambling back up and looking at what tripped him.

His black, beady eyes gazed upon something beautiful. Pristine in it's splendor, a curved, black-bladed katana lay on the ground. The goblin's green hands clasped around it's hilt as power seemed to surge through his body, the little green goblin's skin dyed purple, black flames erupting from the blade and wreathing his body in an oddly cold inferno.

You Have Acquired: ????????????

Dai yami no taiyo o korosu ankoku no ha - Dark blade to kill the sun of the great darkness

STR + 999999999999, DEX + 999999999999, AGI + 999999999999, FRT + 999999999999,

INT + 999999999999, WIS + 999999999999

SWAG + 999999999999

Steal's mind seemed to burst, instantly he knew all that there was to know about the universe, and thus his body shaped itself to the ultimate form. His skin turned to a pallored white, he grew a long head of silken black hair as his body morphed to that of a human, his genital changed with it. His unaturally black hair seemed to shift again, streaks of blue, green and red forming around it's tips. His chest swelled to the size of two watermelons and his hips narrowed. He could feel his nose be pierced by something, and watched as a number of metal rings formed, two on his lips, two on his nose, and one somewhere considered a little more private.

His ascension was almost complete, but not quite. his ragged clothes shredded and seemed to vanish into the air in a cloud of dust, replaced instead by leather gloves, black skinny jeans and a low-cut shirt that referenced a band that was far older than he himself. Thick layers of shadowy make-up settled around his eyes and lips, making them look far more sunken than was needed.

The great blade had completed his transformation.

At long last, he had become perfect. He had become flawless and ideal. He had become a big tiddy goth GF.

Steal saw a young girl in the road, a van about to strike her down and he jumped ahead of it, pushing her out of the way as it's bumper struck him, crushing his skull underneath it's rear wheels as he fell.

"Hello there Steal...I'm god, perhaps you've heard of me, no, not one of your world's insolent upstarts, I rule over all, and for no real reason, I have taken an interest in you. I shall return you to life, in another world. are you ready for your own isekai light no-.... shitty anime adapta-... death mar-... fuck... umm, are you ready to forge your own path in a new world Steal?"

The magnitude of this offer was too great, the possbilities endless. There was only one way Steal could reply to this strange voice, speaking to him in an otherwise empty and silent black void.

"GRAKAKAKAKA"

It would appear that God took that as a yes, as Steal felt an odd sereness wash over him. He felt his body crumble, his mind fade. He felt an odd warmth, listened to panicked sounds that beat against him dully.

For months this was all he could experience, a warmth that became more familiar, it felt like he couldn't live without this warmth

And then he was taken from that warmth, loud voices, screams, liquid splashed to the ground and ever so slowly, he was dragged with it.

This was the birth of Hiro Takanaka. a young japanese boy, with no memory of his previous life as a goblin in a fantasy world.

August 6th, 1945.

The now thirteen year old Hiro looked to the sky one last time, a dot in the sky plummeted from the clouds.

One second.

The boy ducked behind a wall as the sirens blared in his ear.

Two seconds.

A heavy thud, a sound that ruptured the boy's ears and made him burst into tears. Even the blaring sirens couldn't be heard.

Three seconds.

Krakoooom.

A sound incomparable to a bomb, incomparable to a rolling storm or gunshot.

The first thing that went was Hiro's sense of vision, the next his smell, the next after that his sight, and finally, his touch, his body was wreathed in incomparable pain.

It hurt.

It hurt.

It...

Darkness again.

Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, they were gone.

So was Hiro.

A voice spoke out to him

He'd forgotten all about it. It hadn't forgot about him, a voice in the darkness.

"Well, should have expected that, tell ya what, how about I said you to a fantasy world? yeah? sound good? you can be a goblin and shit."

Hiro responded with a viscious snarl, there was an odd serenity to the darkness, he could cower and cry later. But this fucker had no right to make ill of his death or joke.

"Fakku ofu!"

The unknown voice replied to the angry child's snarl "not like you have a choice, seeya Takanaka... ah, it's Steal now, you little green fucker."