The 1000th Reincarnation

Zephyr sighs as he looks up at the night sky. With a gaping hole in his stomach, he realizes how hopeless it is to save any world he reincarnates into. Blood trickles down his forehead and into his eyes hiding the tears falling down his cheek, giving a red tint in his vision. He gazes up into the sky looking at the millions of white shiny sta- no, no they're not. His vision adjusts as he sees billions of shiny white angels with futuristic plasmic weapons. 

Zephyr sighs, being in this situation time and time again. 

Eternal Ward

A yellow aura appears from the ground slowly healing his wounds and attempting to slowly fill up the hole in his chest. This was Zephyr's strongest healing ability, using up most of his divine energy. He slowly tries to get up knowing this would be his last stand. No matter what happens he was going to give it his all. Using his sword as leverage to stand up with the rock behind his back keeping him from collapsing. Zephyr wearily stands on his own two legs, dazed performs another spell.

Divine Infusion

Strength slowly enters back into his body, and he stands straight holding his sword high, his chest filled back with a solid white substance. Zephyr starts to run, thousands of yellow rays shooting in his direction.

Ethereal Ascension

Focusing his energy on making solid areas of circular shapes of divine energy, he jumps from platform to platform whilst using them as shields against the rays. He coats his sword in divine energy making his sword as sharp as possible. As quick as lightning, he leaps slicing off the neck of one of the Angels.

Drops of gold blood spray onto his body, Angels frozen in fear, just staring at Zephyr. Zephyr leaps from the body slicing angel after angel after angel. At some point he just became a machine. A angel killing machine. Dodging thousands of rays by a hair length and slicing angels one by one. 

Time became irrelevant. Minutes became hours. Hours became days. Days became weeks. All Zephyr thought about, was to kill. Killing became his life. It was all he thought about, or maybe he didn't think. There wasn't any point in thinking. To think required more energy, energy that would be wasted. 

Zephyr had already killed hundreds of thousands by this point but it was hopeless. The more he looked the more angels there were. When he thought he had an unlimited amount of divine energy before, had drained to nothing. As the thought set in, something appeared before him that caused all of his energy to disappear in a split second. 

Ha, to think a being like this existed in this world.

A massive being towering over the sky. It was truly magnificent. An all-knowing being, an all-powerful being. Zephyr laughed. He laughed at how hopeless it was. Fighting for this planet. Fighting, going through all 999 lives, all for what. His maniacal laughs get even louder.

The only thing that was still present was him, the one divine platform he stood on, the angels, and this... being. Nothing else. Nothing more. Zephyr blinks, looking at it again, falling? He looks at his torso, his legs were quite literally removed from his body.

A loud thud sounds after Zephyr's body comes into contact with the wasteland around him. He coughs, blood and saliva coming out of his mouth.

Zephyr slams the ground with his fist in fury as millions of white rays shoot in Zephyr's direction. In a split second, he appears in a white void.

A Greek-like structure forms out of the white void. Four pillars surround the large throne, rising up from the middle unveiling a Goddess sitting in the center.

The goddess was, for a lack of better words, stunning. No other woman could ever match her beautiful white hair, snow-white eyes, and slim body that would attract any man if not for her condescending face and tone.

Zephyr begins to walk up the steps to the Goddess with his fist clenched. He looks down at the steps hiding his face from the Goddess. He leaps towards the goddess attempting to land a solid hit on her beautiful face. An inch away from her face, he gets thrown back down the steps with some magical force in between the Goddess and Zephyr.

"IS THIS TRULY FUNNY? DO YOU HAVE FUN SEEING ME SUFFER?!" Zephyr yells as he punches the ground in a fury. His knuckles dripped with blood but healed back soon after.

"It truly is interesting. No matter how many times you get reincarnated you always try to save everybody. I truly admire your tenacity, Zephyr", the Goddess said condescendingly.

"Damn you, I don't understand why I have to go through this life after life."

The Goddess sighed, "I don't think you've recognized the full extent of you're capabilities. Anybody else that would've gone through this would've gone insane after the 10th time. But you refused to give in even after failing 999 times."

"Why, why, what is the point of this?"

The goddess scoffed, "Why? Because it's funny. What else did you think the reason was? I have nothing to do here day in and day out, so it's interesting to watch you try overcoming such an impossible challenge, hanging out at death's door every day."

Calm down, calm down. If I want this next life to be different I need to find a different way to approach this next attempt.

Zephyr comes up with an idea, an idea that might just save everyone in his world.

"Ok, so you want something exhilarating, and enjoyable right? Well, I have a proposal for you."

The goddess looks at him with intrigue, "Continue human."

"If you promise to give me all the abilities I had obtained from my 999 times of reincarnating I'll give you a show you won't be disappointed with."

"HAHAHAHA," the goddess's laugh echoed throughout the void. "A human, trying to bargain with a divine being? How humorous. You know what? Sure, I'll let you reincarnate with all your abilities. But with one condition. You'll have to work for it. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good luck," the Goddess says as she laughs haughtily as she waves her hand in a ritual-like motion, sending Zephyr back.