Change

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In this world I always heard about tales of martial artists who could leap through universes and had suns in their pockets to heat their food. In the sky island I lived in I was always struggling to reach a point where I could get out of my pitiful state, without any money to test my talent or skill and I didn't even know where I came from,- let alone who my parents were.- My life consisted of being forced to hunt lower tiered monsters and barely living on their remains. It continued like this until I was at the age of 12, around the time kids would reach puberty, my hair suddenly turned white, and my looks became more than extraordinary.

This wasn't all though, a memory surfaced in my mind out of nowhere, that suggested I had an ability that could turn my lies into reality as long as I had believers, and eventually if I had enough believers I could become omnipotent. I was skeptical at first about this ability that I apparently had, but I saw no harm in testing if I had this ability or not. I even thought to myself that perhaps my looks had changed because it would have been easier for me to start gathering believers that believed I was a god and not just a poor beggar in the streets.

I wanted to test if I had this ability by running around and trying to see if there was anything I could test it on. After what seemed like an eternity of running around I obtained nothing but confused looks from some people and the adoring but confused looks of some girls as well. This was due to my new look that was combined with the rags that I was wearing, that didn't fit in at all with my looks.

Although I paid no mind to the looks that I got from people, it had me feeling a weird sense of ironic nostalgia since my life had always been filled with either the look of pity, resentment or hate for the poor state that I was in. At first I cried and cursed the gods for giving me this hellish life, but as time went on I stopped and cared little for what people thought of me. I also formed or made a vow to myself in the process that when summed up basically said, "I'm no better than trash, if I keep blaming other people for my predicament that I am doing nothing about." It was this that motivated me to try to reach the peak of martial arts, but due to my lack of money, background and age I was only allowed to go into lower tiered hunting grounds that had little to no profit for me.

I lived in an apartment room that I couldn't even stretch out both my hands in, or lay down to sleep comfortably. I slept sitting, and what I ate consisted of the left over bits of common monsters that I hunted, which even at my age possessed no threat to me. Many times I would be approached while hunting by very high ranking people, that saw how I slew the monsters with my hands faster than even the "talented" kids that came from high ranking noble families. They wanted me to be their servant, and in turn they would teach me martial arts techniques that had been passed down through generations, that even high ranked nobles would have to fight over, along with many riches that would allow me to replace the pitiful rags that I wore.

I immediately refused all of them, since I didn't want to serve under anyone, and offended by my refusal they used their high statuses to force me to be put into an even lower tiered hunting ground that even little kids could hunt in. Even now I still hunt in that place, this didn't ruin my momentum in any way though as I persevered through it all. Seeing how I didn't lose hope and even started hunting with more determination than I did even before, the high ranking people I offended sent their juniors to "teach me a lesson," I replied to this by beating up their juniors and learning more and more about hand to hand combat from these exchanges. This in turn caused the amount of people I offended to increase, with many more people that wanted to avenge their broken pride by beating me up to be added to the already long and increasing list of people. Although I would lose sometimes one thing remained constant, I got stronger and more intelligent through these fights. Thinking back on this, I wondered how I wasn't killed already by an assassin sent from them.

My walk or rather run down memory lane to my current self was interrupted by the yells of a girl running after me that wanted me to stop. I immediately thought it was another challenger but this thought was also immediately dismissed by me as I remembered I didn't resemble my past self in looks in any shape or form. I looked back to see that there was a girl huffing and puffing, exhausted from chasing after me. She held onto a leash that connected onto many others that eventually ended at the collars of a group of boys behind her. Seeing this I immediately understood that she was from a high ranking noble family, and the boys were her slaves that she either bought or had kidnapped for her.

Her eyes met mine, and a devilish grin that seemed as if it were proclaiming that she owned me appeared on her face. With a snap of her finger, two boys from the group behind her appeared unwillingly, seeing their hesitance she took out a whip and whipped them so hard that the sound of it even had me flinch and it attracted the gazes of everyone around us in the street. I didn't want to beat up a girl in front of everyone in the street, so I continued out running them, until they couldn't keep up with me anymore and I lost them.

I continued doing what I was doing before, searching for any chance that came my way to test my ability. By the end of the day I confirmed that I in fact had this ability and that my memory didn't lie to me. I found out 2 things about my ability through many tests, the first thing was that my lies had to be believed by people to actually be able to be made into reality and that if there were people who doubted me, then the side who's belief in me was stronger would decide the fate of my lie. Then the second thing was that my ability could only take effect on me, this meant I couldn't lie about how much riches I had to bring into reality treasures. I found out most about my ability through lying to little kids that I found to be gullible.

As the suns started to fade away quicker and quicker, I started heading to my humble home. By the time I got home it was already completely dark, I was excited by my new found ability and couldn't sleep so I passed most of the time thinking about all the things that I could do with my ability. As I was busy fantasizing about al the possibilities that opened up for me because of my ability, my heart stopped abruptly as my door was opened by a man holding a dagger in his hand. As our eyes met, I could see that he didn't expect to see me but someone else, putting two and two together I realized he was probably sent by someone I offended to kill me.

Seizing his shocked state and my lower ground, I punched with all my might at his kidney and snatched his dagger as he fell down from the pain. I sliced off his head and after 3 to 5 seconds he eventually stopped struggling and died. I checked everything he had on his body, and found a badly drawn but accurate portrait of me before my change, along with some silver coins. I replaced my rags with the armor that he was wearing, although it couldn't be considered great it was better than mediocre.