"Urgh, I feel like I was hit by a truck," Edwin uttered, before clutching his throat.

"Wait, I did not sound like that," he said before trying to stand, up realizing something was wrong. He was sure he was lying in a building with concrete floors.

So, why did he like outside, on grasses instead?!

"Let's try to find a mirror, or even a big pool or something," he said to himself, running before he spotted a lake.

He went to the edge before realizing, he looked completely different. No longer was he the fat man in his late twenties, with black hair.

Now, he looked like in his late teens, with a slender body, though some touching revealed he had some muscles as well. His black hair is replaced by white, with that not being the most surprising thing yet.

He touched the two new appendages, rubbing them, confirming what he saw in the reflection was real and not the result of his hallucination.

"So, I have horns now," before looking at his backside, revealing a black tail with a love-shaped end, "and a tail. I am a bonafide demon now, am I?" he questioned sarcastically, knowing he would not get any answers.

[ Yes, you are a demon now ]

The sudden voice caused him to jump, as Edwin looked around, trying to see where the voice came from.

"Who's there?" he asked. He hopes it is not a human as he is not sure of the human-demon relation here.

[ Say, open system ]

"Alright, open system," he humored the voice. Instantly, a screen popped up in front of him, revealing a demon on the screen, with very little clothing, the only pieces on her body covering her most important bits.

[ Hello, Edwin Smith. Please do not scream or you might attract something you cannot handle]

Edwin calmed himself, before paying attention to the screen.

[ Good, you must be asking what am I and what is this] he nodded, [Well, I am what you may call a system, or to be more specific, the system guide ]

"A system, like those in novels and as such?" he asked. While he never cared much for it, he did read some novels when he wanted to take a break from studying.

[ Yes, I am a system created for you. You should know by now you die ]

"Yes, I could have guessed. I transmigrated, or reincarnated here, am I?" he asked.

[ Correct. Normally you will be sent to hell because the plague you created killed millions ]

"What?! But I died before I could even release it?!" he exclaimed in shock.

[ Your animal companions decided their father wanted his revenge and so caused the plague to spread, as well as sending the email you prepared to its intended recipient, before blowing your body and themselves, to deny the populace of your knowledge ]

Edwin did not know whether to laugh or cry, before deciding on the former.

"Haahaahaah! Those bastards deserved it! What about the Winter Pharma?"

[ They are all trialed and announced guilty. Some of them will be executed so your revenge went smoothly ]

"Good, but why am I not in hell?" he did not deny he deserved hell, though it was a surprise for him that hell and heaven existed unless this was a figment of his imagination.

[ The gods that ruled the myriad worlds found your ability interesting, and decided to make use of it by sending you to another world ]

"Why did they do that for?"

[ Simply put. For entertainment. The gods viewed all living beings as weaker than them, whether animals, humans, demons, or anything else like ants. They watched them, but since most of the time the ants acted normally, they grew bored.

They only become excited when there are interesting events, like wars, revolutions, rebellions, uprisings, and so on. Those are what gods considered entertainment ]

"Wow, gods are a-holes," Edwin said after thinking it through.

[ Seeing your abilities to cause havoc with little resources, they decided to put you in this world, Elon. This world while having antagonistic nations, did not undergo world wars. The monsters also did not cause as much destruction and terror as the gods hoped for.

And so, they decided to give you a second chance. Entertain the gods in any way, and they will give you one wish. And it is anything you could ever hope for ]

"Anything?" he asked.

[ Anything, unless you ask for the destruction of the world, then they could not do so, as destroying a world will harm the gods who did it ]

"Sure, why not? I have nothing to do," Edwin said with a smile.

[ Excellent. But, you should change your name ]

"Why?"

[ Because, Edwin Smith, for all intent and purpose, is dead. To truly begin your new life, the sign you are ready to throw your old life away, a new name is a must ]

"Is that so, in that case..." he closed his eyes before the perfect name formed in his mind.

"... My name is Alros. Alros Kadarni,"