I DIED AND WAS REINCARNATED AS ..... A GOD?

“Boom”

“Poof”

“Kaboom”

As we approached the amphitheater, the sound of explosions grew louder. Crossing the imposing doors, a powerful shockwave hit the barrier, capable of harming any living being, even a Celestial. The shouts and cheers were divided, with some fervently supporting Kaelen and others Lyra. The amphitheater stood before us with its multiple hexagonal arenas at the center, and the stands divided into sectors around, protected by an energy barrier that shielded them from any impact.

The arenas, when deactivated, were a hundred square meters in area. However, once activated, their mechanism could alter space, expanding or contracting according to the needs of the tests or challenges they hosted. The operating system allowed transforming the terrain, recreating various biomes, scenarios, and even summoning challenging creatures for the participants.

Despite each arena having its own stands, the majority of the stands along with their respective combat arenas were reformed for Kaelen and Lyra's duel. The stands had the capacity to accommodate over a thousand people, but there seemed to be barely any free space. Most of the attendees were natives of the planet, loyal subjects of Kaltor, who, despite our differences, idolized us. At that moment, in the excitement of witnessing a fight, our similarities became evident once more.

I remember when Kaltor guided us to this world to hone our skills. It was a moment of uncertainty but also of expectations. He didn't leave us completely alone. Besides his "servants" hidden in the vastness, upon deploying us on this planet whose name I will omit, we encountered dangerous creatures of almost divine power and an intelligent race known as the "Elysium." The Elysium were humanoid beings with a human-like appearance, standing upright, with two arms and two legs, but with horn-like protrusions emerging from the sides of their heads.

Although the Elysium had an advanced civilization, they had not fully mastered the planet. They revered us, as well as Kaltor, as their protective gods because when we found them, they were on the brink of extinction due to their dying sun, a situation that the D.E. resolved effortlessly. However, to protect the planet and its inhabitants, our divine powers are sealed and limited. This restriction ensures that, although we possess formidable abilities, we will not cause catastrophic damage to the environment.

Since then, they consider us their gods and strive to meet our needs. The Elysium have extremely long lifespans, which makes them prone to boredom with worldly pleasures, except for one: battle. This is one of the reasons why they have not managed to take complete control of the planet; their nations are constantly immersed in conflicts, while the beasts take advantage of the situation to hunt them.

The beasts, called "Thraag," have an overwhelming reproduction rate. A single female can give birth to dozens of offspring in a week, and these reach maturity in just a month. Fortunately for the Elysium, only one in five million has the opportunity to reach an almost divine state, living at least three centuries. The rest remain at a power level not exceeding 70, belonging to the Second Category Mortal Class. These creatures possess strength, speed, and endurance far superior to any average human or Elysium, and their regenerative capabilities allow them to quickly recover from wounds that would be fatal to others.

To understand the levels better, it is crucial to know that the level system is based on the combat potential and abilities of the creature. A Thraag at level 70, although it seems low compared to almost divine beings, is still extremely powerful in human terms. These levels indicate that the Thraag have already gone through considerable development and training, similar to the heroes of each race in the Second Category Mortal Class. These creatures can have titles that grant additional attributes, further enhancing their abilities.

On the other hand, creatures that reach level 90 are almost at the threshold of divinity. These beasts not only have an exponential increase in their physical capabilities but also develop a significant boost in their intelligence. The difference between a Thraag at level 70 and one that has reached level 90 is abysmal, similar to the difference between a human warrior and a terrestrial god. These entities are almost indestructible and can only be faced by the most powerful Elysium or by us, the divine beings.

While Sary continued to recall what happened about 6 extremes ago, Calyps interrupted with a question.

“How long have they been fighting, Rokar?" She asked curiously.

Rokar reflected briefly before responding: “They started about 5 hours ago, I think. At the pace they're going, they might finish by nightfall, or when one of them gets hungry."

Sary, with her usual sarcasm, replied: “Not all of us are like you, Rokar. Capable of admitting defeat just to go eat 10 cows in less than 10 minutes."

Rokar defended his stance proudly: “Hey! When a man is hungry, he must eat, no matter the situation."

Calyps interceded with a smile: “I think you're the only person I know who would do something like that, no offense, Rokar."

Rokar laughed heartily: “BUAHAHAHAHA! Don’t worry, Calyps, if simple words could offend me, I wouldn't be able to call myself a warrior of the dawn. BUAHAHAHA!"

“A what?" Calyps tilted her head in confusion.

“It's exciting that you ask, the warriors of the dawn are—“ Rokar started speaking happily until Sary knocked him out with a slap.

Sary intervened with a slight headache: “Ugh, don't listen to him, it was a group of soldiers from his world when he was a mortal, better we go in and see if we can take the other training arena."

“Will it be alright to leave Rokar here knocked out?”

“Don’t worry, with his physique, he’ll be awake in a few minutes, I didn’t hit him that hard, I just didn’t want him to start talking and telling the stories of his world, the last one he told went on for 2 whole weeks, only stopping to eat.”

Passing through the hallway leading to the arenas, they came across several newbie gods and mortals at the peak of power, just short of entering divinity. As Sary and Calyps walked, they didn’t realize they were being watched by an angry Andhr.

“What the hell is that bitch doing here? I thought she would be wandering as always, and now it turns out she’s with the prude Calyps, with her so cheerful and immature personality. Ugh, by the holy Espher.”

“Calm down, trunk, or you’ll lose your leaves, your conflict is with Sary, leave Calyps alone, will you?” commented a voice behind Andhr.

“Baltra. Don’t tell me you feel something for that girl? I didn’t see you as someone so sentimental,” Andhr laughed at the face Baltra made.

“Repeat that once more, trunk,” Baltra threatened while brandishing his kopesh to within a millimeter of Andhr’s neck.

“And much less so impulsive and influenceable, what would Calyps say if she saw you now, huh? Hahaha,” exclaimed Andhr as Baltra withdrew his swords in annoyance.

“I still don’t understand you, you’re a Treant, your race is supposed to be gentle and peaceful, quite the opposite of your disgusting personality,” commented Baltra disdainfully.

“That’s the thing, my dear ‘demon’ friend, I am not a Treant, at least not as others think, I am like you, hiding my true self,” Andhr responded calmly as he headed towards the door.

“See you, enjoy the show,” commented Andhr as he left the room.

“What, you’re like me? Then more reasons to keep Calyps away from you. Poor Sary, she doesn’t know she’ll be facing a demon,” murmured Baltra while lightly touching his horns, remembering his old life.