I apologize for any mistakes in my spelling and grammar, English isn't my main language. I am no professional writer, but I kind of had this urge to write a story, and this story had since long swimming in my mind. SO I decided to post it here. Please give me some feedback, thanks.

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Dear Diary,

This would probably my first and last entry…

I would like to write a lot but firstly, I apologize if my writing is kind of hard to read or understand, since the socially awkward me had almost zero social skill.

I finally made this diary after pondering for a long, long time. My reason isn’t anything special. I just want someone to remember me, even after I am gone from this world. No, I did not mean it as transferring into another world or something like that, my knowledge wasn’t enough to reach that level yet…

Yes, I am talking about my death. I could already feels my life force draining away, even when I am writing right now.

Oh, I know that this was kind of late, but let me introduce myself.

My name is, well, in this world, they called me the “Goddess of Death”. No, I am not some kind of deity whose job was to take people’s soul to hell or something, but I did kill a lot, hence the nickname.

Some of you might have already heard about my achievement on the past thousand years, but in case you haven’t, then I would write a short summary of my life here.

Well, that’s the entire point of me creating this diary anyway…

Everything began around 1200 years ago, when this ‘Summoning Hero’ phenomenon became a trend on this world. I myself was also summoned from another world named ‘Earth’.

I could still remembered it vividly, when I was going home from school, all of a sudden a magical circle appeared below me. The 13 year old me back then was so dumbstruck that my only response was to freeze in the spot. Instantly, blinding light covered my vision and I was forced to close my eyes.

The instant I opened my eyes once again, what appeared in front of me was a sight entirely different from what was there a moment ago. No people walking on the side road, no blinking traffic lights, no cars nor bikes on the road. Nope, what appeared in front of me was actually a gigantic sized throne room, like those in the medieval castles, completed with it’s king, queen, armored knights, dark robed magician, and so on.

I could only muttered “What?” dumbly, and the lead magician guy suddenly said in an overbearing tone to me that I was summoned as a hero to fight for their kingdom, against another summoned heroes from another kingdoms and empires, to decide the strongest nation out there.

Yes, that’s right, they didn’t summon me because of a great danger or because of some great demon king were wreaking havoc somewhere in the world, but it was for political reason.

Obviously, the me back then didn’t know anything about it, and didn’t wish to join their mess. I just wanted to get back home. Sadly, they told me that they didn’t even have the knowledge of spell that could send me back, and even threatened to kill me if I didn’t obey their orders.

I will tell you this in case you didn’t know, but every summoned hero would get an additional power ups upon being summoned to this world, which usually improves their already existing power prior being summoned, as in a strong warrior became a very strong warrior, or a very strong magician became a very very strong mage, etc…

As I was just an ordinary student without any fighting experience, I was given no such power ups. I got a new ability, however, which was now I thought was the most suited and best ability for me.

[Blank] — the ability to learn anything from scratch.

That’s right, with that ability, I could learn any magic and martial arts with extraordinary speed. In short, I somehow became a prodigy of a fighter. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that I was just a 13 year old girl.

It was actually kind of rare for a summoned hero to not have a special ability when they were summoned, but I guess there is a first for everything.

On the day I was summoned, I cried and cried until I had no energy left, and then slept like the dead. Yet the next day, the king and his stupid minions actually ordered me to began my ‘hero training’!

I resisted, of course, but when they once again threatened me, I could only agreed.

The ‘Hero’s War’ would began in 10 years, so they would continuously trains me in that period of time. I could have written in detail about how I undergoes that gruesome torture they called training, but I think my remaining time isn’t enough, so I will just skip that part.

As it turns out, as part of the summoning spell’s effect, my body became ageless. And thus, forever a 13 years old girl, I am.

I was badly shaken when they first ordered me to kill another human being, and couldn’t sleep for days after that. But I know it wont help my situation, so I kind of steeled myself and closed my heart.

Time passed, and in the 3rd year I trained, I could already fought evenly with the kingdom’s strongest magician and warrior. I had absorbed any techniques they gave me, including those so-called forbidden spells.

I had became a cold person back then, and would have killed anyone for the sake of my ‘training’.

In the 4th year I trained, I could already mop the floor with the kingdom’s strongest. And that’s when it hit me, since their strongest could no longer became a threat for me, why would I still be afraid of them?

Immediately, I sets off to the capital city, killing the kingdom’s strongest warrior and mage – my teachers – when they tried to obstruct me, and nuked the royal castle with a forbidden spell – “Meteor Rain”, killing the whole population inside, effectively cutting off the royal bloodline and destroyed the kingdom in one night.

Since then on, I ran aimlessly while continuously honed my skills. I met with a lot of strong people on the way, and also learned from them. Gradually, I was getting stronger and stronger, until 10 years had passed.

At that moment, I felt the same sensation as when I was summoned to this world. Something was pulling me to someplace. I tried to resist, yet it was useless, as the pulling force was too strong.

I got forcefully teleported to a barren wasteland, and saw that there are hundreds of people who were also teleported there. There were some familiar faces from the people that gathered there. All of them were strong people.

Then it dawned on me, that this was the long awaited Hero’s War. All of them were heroes that was summoned from their own respective world. Of course they were strong!

It was unknown as to whom had started it first, but the battle suddenly began. Forbidden spells and bodily techniques with terrifying aura were flying everywhere, sending the battle into a chaotic state.

I did what a normal person would did in that kind of situation. I hid and waited until the situation calmed down. With a custom created concealment barrier spell, the spell I created after I observed one concealment spell after another, literally nobody could sense me being there.

I watched the battle intently, imprinted the techniques and magic used by the other heroes on my mind, and then began to studied them thoroughly. All the while, with dead bodies on my left and right.

The battle goes on for seven days, until there was only one person left other than me. It was a tough looking guy with a golden hair and crazed look on his face. His body was so tall and huge.

Blood covered his whole body as he looked around in a confused state. I stealthily approached him from behind with my concealment spell and heard him muttered in a low voice: “Strange, they said that the last survivor would be teleported back, yet…”

Ah… of course, he wasn’t the last survivor. I decided to shows up and greeted him. With an enhanced ice spear I made by compressing a forbidden level ice magic. Through his heart.

He died on the spot with disbelief painted on his face. Not long after, I get teleported back to my previous place.

Later, I learned that all of the kingdoms and empires were in uproar, since all the heroes they sent were dead, and no one claimed to be the winner. Since then on, I decided to further improve myself by training, and occasionally destroyed any kingdom or empire I passed.

Every 40 years, a new batch of heroes would be summoned from another, and would then fought against each other after 10 years had passed. All the while, I kept doing what I did the best : training, kill the other heroes, and destroyed some kingdoms and empires.

Soon, the rumor about the “Goddess of Death” began to spread. 500 years since I was transported to this world, the kingdoms and empires had finally been able to track my whereabouts.

More than 30 kingdoms and empires in the whole world created an alliance force, led by their summoned heroes, and had decided to organize a crusade against me. The result was as expected.

The number of kingdom and empires decreased by around 30 when the whole crusade was over…

Since then on, no more kingdom nor empire summoned any heroes from another world. My life had became more peaceful then, as I no longer goes around destroying nations.

I dedicated my whole life after that to learn space magic, in an attempt to return to my original world. As a result, I was able to teleport in an instant to another place, yet not to another world. I met a dead end.

Then all of a sudden, it happened. 1000 years after I was summoned here, I felt something, some kind of force, trying to cut the link between my body and soul. Further research about that unknown force had given me a terrifying, yet an expected result.

It was ‘Death’. Death had come to claims my soul. It was kind of ironic, the girl —or maybe the granny— nicknamed “Goddess of Death” would have at least met her demise.

Over years, my body had grown weaker. Now, I couldn’t obliterate a mountain range as easy as it was before. Now, the fang of a dragon could scratch my skin. Haah.....

That’s when I decided to create this diary.

As of now, I actually had almost no regret in my life. For a human, I had lived too long. Death doesn’t even made me feels afraid or anything. It actually made me curious with what would actually happened after death. Does my consciousness disappeared, just like that? Or would I get reincarnated as a different person in a different world? It doesn’t matter anymore.

If there’s one thing I really wished for, is to go back to my original world. I wonder how my family reacted, especially my mother, when she knows that I was actually transported to a different world. I bet she would be sad and cried for days, just like me back then...

Oh, that’s right, I wonder if—