I took a gamble, a small minuscule gamble that has absolutely no risk to me whatsoever, but a gamble indeed it was

I was choosing the first world to be my sandbox. What shall I choose? Magic, RPG style, Zombie survival? The number of choices are infinite

"The second option sounds appealing" I thought as I tore a hole through reality to my new destination and all went to black

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As the darkness faded a new world expanded around me, full of lush greenery and dense woodlands. Uninterested in my beautiful surroundings I proceeded to the first step of shedding my boredom, purging the moral compass I once held so dear and the bias to kindness with it. As I began to purge said compass from my mind I began to feel a sense of balance, I did not feel kind nor, cruel good nor evil. But I felt I was capable of doing both.

As I finally began to focus on the world surrounding me I felt an ominous air, "This world is more corrupt then is seems" I dryly laughed, and began to head towards the nearest town

As I walked I thought about all the things I could do in this world, help the demon king, kill the royal family, become the hero? Each idea brought a growing sense of amusement and apprehension

As a reached the first town I encountered in this world I thought only one word, "Disgusting". This collection of shacks was barely qualified to be a town as dust, mud, feces and heavy vegetation were scattered amongst this so-called town.

The peasants themselves were no better off but I noticed something odd, I felt intense gazes coming from these peasants containing extreme fanaticism and reverence. I had realized my blunder, my appearance and godly aura were still visible. I in my weaker times was jokingly called an angel due to my silver hair with a prismatic gleam and my eyes colored an odd everchanging prismatic grey, with a final kicker of skin as white as jade. Despite all these features I by some godsend managed to still look handsome and masculine.

"Angel!" one young girl shouted, with this word the entire crowd became invigorated and stormed towards me. Which in all likeness looked like a herd of filthy shit covered wolves all wanting to get a bite? "Please heal my wife!" "Can you save my garden!" "Take my children with you!" all these voices clamored over each other creating a kind of buzz.

I who have finally reached my limit, raised my hand. As my hand went up the crown went silent anticipating what divine message I was going to deliver. I connected my middle finger to my thumb and snapped my fingers.

Turning every single man, woman and child into a mist of blood