the start of chaos

"Well, sounds to me like we need to hold a trial to get to the bottom of this. Maybe figure out why such high-level guards went after a woman holding laundry claiming she is a thief." I say, taking another bite of the banana. Almost done with it now.

"We can even call a forum of the gods in the city to act as judges seeing as how mortals can't lie to gods without them knowing. Oh, I know. Since I'm a Goddess, I should be able to know the truth from fiction, but that may seem biased. Definitely need a forum of the gods. I guess we can even call a Denatus to inquire about all the city officials to see who is corrupt, then elect new officials to replace them." I say, taking the last bite of the banana.

The two guards looked stunned. It was almost like they thought I would just jump into a fight. Did the ringleader not ask about my name or research me at all. I know I just inherited a bunch of knowledge, and I am not the original Wukong. But What kind of moron doesn't understand the first rule of war. Know thine enemy and know thyself, and you shall never be defeated in a hundred battles.

"Well, let's go. We are burning daylight. A Denatus of this scale isn't going to start itself now, is it? Mam, if you would carry your son, we shall go to the court and demand justice." Watching her catch on, I toss the banana peel behind me while making a hurry-up motion to the guards.

The two guards start to panic, and immediately after, the others start rushing down the alleyway shouting halt, you're under arrest at the top of their lungs. Turning to watch them rush, I raise my hands like I would for the police. Then the best thing I've ever seen happens. The lead right guard slips on the godforsaken banana peel, tripping and tumbling over, only to cause all the others to fall like dominoes.

"Just in time, guards, please arrest these men for abuse of authority, attacking a citizen, attempted murder, and theft. I shout righteously." I make a face like I'm upholding righteousness and glad to see the guards. This shout and the falling guards cause all the merchants to start gathering our way, curious as to what is happening.

"These Men are pretending to be guards harassing a merchant's wife. We can't have such a thing in a trade city, can we." I shout as though enraged.

The Crowd begins to move, murmurs turn into shouts, shouts escalate into indignation, and now the mob has been formed. It is pretty easy to start a mob but infinitely more challenging to dissolve one. Oh, these foolish men want to come at me sideways. Better be prepared to die on that hill. The best part is I didn't do anything but set a banana peel on the ground, say a couple sentences, and the people will handle the rest.

"Call the Gods. Let them unveil the truth!" I use a small ventriloquist trick to throw my voice toward the back.

Now the mob Is in full swing. The guards are being pushed around because they didn't move. Things are escalating, becoming more and more out of control. I take this opportunity to quietly slip through the cracks and climb away wholly unnoticed. Now for the Chaos, sweet glorious Chaos. I am getting a kick out of this. Am I actually an evil deity? It's not like I am killing people and torturing them. I swear, if I start acting like a hero, I might just have to kill myself.

Slowly following the mob from atop the buildings, I can't help but marvel at the size of the ever-growing Crowd. The American founding fathers had it right. Power to the people. Sure some level 4 or 5 adventurers could shut this down, but the effect of doing so would severely hurt trade through the city. Merchants would start to either ignore the town all together for the bad reputation or merely rest here before moving to another city. As the money starts running dry, so to shall the city. The only reason it probably still exists is because of the oasis.

I could remove the oasis, but I am not evil, at least not yet. Settling on a balcony with a great view of the courthouse, I sit comfortably watching the square grow in occupants every second, with the shouts getting louder and louder. Soon we will meet this mastermind, and I can watch as his or her plans slap them across the face if only I had some.

"Popcorn?" I hear a dainty yet familiar voice beside me while doing my best to not jump out of my skin.

"It's you! You are pretty sneaky, you know. And yes, please," I say, looking the now normal-looking Goddess in the face while reaching for the now materialized popcorn bag.

"Haven't been here a week and already stirring things up. Not bad, not bad little wuwu." She said

"Since when was I little wuwu. I barely go by my name, so how about you give me a real one."I ask, still not quite settled as wukong. Wukong was an amazingly interesting diety, but everyone wants to be themselves. Who doesn't want to be one of a kind?

"No, for now anyways, you will stay wukong. Maybe when you've reached the peak of this world, we can talk about a change. Depends on how much you change the world. Recouping a lost world and giving it a new timeline adds a lot of flexibility to a fate deity." She responds.

"I scratch your back. You scratch mine got it. How about a coke?" I ask both in jest and because of the whole give a mouse a cookie story.

"Sure, but looks like the mayor and head of the guard are arguing in front of the people. Oh, look, the other gods in the region started watching. You really have a knack for making entertainment. Here." She says, handing me a whole two-liter bottle, the label still attached. If I could see myself, I bet the sheer greed in my eyes for that bottle of soda was similar to other gods and their wine.

"Speaking of wine, when you make some, remember to set aside a bottle for me. don't worry, I'll know when it's ready." She says, a bit of mischief glinting in her eyes.

"Sunny. Yes lets go with Sunny, its far better than wuwu don't you thing." I say out of nowhere. Though I have to say that name is growing on me by the minute.

"Sure thing 'Sunny.'"

I look around and notice a couple goddesses and several gods finding spots to watch the ensuing drama. I don't recognize anyone from my memories, nor do they notice me for some reason. Oh well, probably a bunch of entitled brats anyways. I wonder when the last time they felt true fear was. Have they lived such monotonous lives that they don't hardly feel anymore? Poor things with their diety problems.