For those who cared about this world there is good news. I had learned mind magic (Cosmic). I can finally take someone’s mind and change it from even before their birth. I can overwrite someone's whole personality to be what I desire. I can make a murderer into a kitten and a kitten into a nuclear scientist. Now I don’t need to burn the whole world to a crisp and make a dystopian system that molds people since birth. I can just use magic on them. Granted, I learned this after I flooded the world.

I poke Emerald’s head. Searching for any animosity or hatred for me. I did crest her before I became a god, but now I can rewrite her mind so that she doesn’t have to kill herself. I find a thread of hatred for me in her mind. I follow it, the vein leads to frustration and...sexual urges? I follow it. Oh, she’s angry cause I’m gay and she wants to fuck me. I think that one can stay. If that’s the only Ill will that she feels for me then I can do a favor for her.

I jack into my own head with my magic. Wait a second. Isn’t changing a fundamental part of who I am something that I shouldn’t do on a whim? Isn’t it coded into me from birth? Fuck it. I’ll change it back after I fuck her.

Yeah I realize how absurd this all sounds. It’s getting really fuzzy now and days where I begin and other things end. I can change the world with the wave of my hand. I spend my days as a kobold, surrounded by other kobolds. There is now only one landmass. It’s just full of kobolds. The power disparity between god and kobold is probably far enough that I should feel bad, but don’t worry about me. I can just turn that part of my brain off.

Food is plentiful. I just fucking magic that shit into existance.

Bronze, that fucker who laughed at absurd things. He later wanted to worship me. I killed him. Can’t have rats around.

The anime club people? They got taken to Earth, or they drowned in the flood. I don’t know. Don’t care.

I don’t know what moral this story has. Stories are supposed to have morals right? UMMMM…. Don’t kill Kim Jon Un's citizens or he will nuke the world. Not all stories have happy endings? Social change will never happen peacefully! There’s a real world moral that you can apply. I’m still the main character right? This story didn’t jump around randomly. My deposition that this is a story is getting out of hand. I poke my own forehead and with a little BZZZT it’s gone. I no longer have the idea that I’m in a story. It was a silly highschool kid delusion the whole time.

Sometimes I worry that I’ll go overboard on the mind erasing and forget who I am and what my mission is. I am Anon and I created the perfect society. A garden of Eden of thirsty femboy kobolds, and also one dragoness that I kinda knew before I was a god, but just didn’t want to kill. I hate mind magic and love freedom. I know how absurd that sounds, but I am the god of absurdity afterall.