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Did the mayor actually call for the Chief of the guards to be captured? Haha, that's the most hilarious thing I've seen outside of the banana peel trick.

"yeah, still can't believe you pulled off that banana trick. That moment got saved in all its glory and passed across the pantheon." My drama companion says, still munching away.

" I bet this is what France looked like just before the guillotine got pulled out." I say back, taking a swig of my now most precious possession, 'Soda.'

"Well, that depends on which timeline of which sub-world. Just imagine the yojo senkai version of the French revolution or the Lovecraftian steampunk version. Don't even get me started on all the alien sub-versions some creep decided to build. Just wait until you get to a certain level. All these worlds are only TV shows to watch and pass the infinite time away. Surprisingly few dramas are unique like this one that all started with a banana peel, hahaha."

"Look," she says, grabbing my shoulder.

My vision changes, and suddenly I can see hundreds of floating tables similar to that of a fancy restaurant, with people watching and making merriment while occasionally pointing at various people and laughing loudly. Their full forms are blurry at best and not always humanoid. I swore I saw a female humanoid form with a Cthulhu head. Mind-blowing moments like these are what make life interesting. Just as quickly as I got a look, her hand moved away back to get more snacks.

"Sour patch kid, they are limited edition from a universe obsessed with harry potter. They actually made every one of them a unique flavor." She says while smirking

"Sure, who doesn't want booger and barf-flavored snacks," I say, taking a few and trying them out. Fortunately, it was jalapeno, street corn, and pina colada. Horrible combo but decent independently.

"oh, looks like they are actually forcing the gods and Goddess to form a tribunal to root out corruption. That's rich considering half of them are behind the majority of the corruption." My drama companion says, smiling and enjoying the show.

"that should be quite funny watching them try their best not to expose their own assets while getting rid of the competition. The games at their level sure don't take into account the pieces they use for such a game." I say, sipping some more coke.

I see the mayor shouting about a missing goddess who started everything. No, he couldn't be talking about me. I suddenly have this ominous feeling of being stared at by something far stronger, like a deer stalked by a lion. Glancing to my right, I notice the mischievous look.

"Well, go on, Sunny. Enter stage now," she says, plucking a random string from the air before disappearing from sight.

A chain reaction as the gods on stage seems to notice something and look up just in time to see a potted plant fall from the balcony and shatter on the ground as the Crowd stops shouting. Then all eyes, divine and mundane, fall on me. A series of unfortunate circumstances led to The Great Me gaining the crowd's attention.

"What?" I shout after a moment of complete silence. It's just uncomfortable being stared at by thousands of people.

"THAT'S THE FAKE GODDESS RUNNING AROUND PRETENDING TO BE A GOD. IT ALL STARTED WITH HER!" the Chief of the guards says to his son, the moron with no teeth beside him.

"ME," I ask, pointing to myself, shocked. Am I fake? That last Goddess didn't think so, and she was the one who sent me here.

"Yes, you Damned SL.."

!!!!BANG!!!

His body was sent flying by my fist. Honestly, I have no idea how I got there nor when I punched him, but ohh does it feel so good.

"Maybe I should just kill them. I mean, if you let someone get away with walking on you before you know it, everyone tries to do the same. No, maybe just castrating him and then forcing him to eat his own flesh should do it. Ah, but then the risk of zombie resurrection increases. It always does in autocanabalism. Decisions, decisions." I subconsciously leak my inner monologue, as happens when we become irrational. Apparently, I really dislike the words that come out of that asshat's face. I reach down and grab him by the jaw.

"Now, now, don't worry, little one. We will adequately reeducate you. Maybe after cutting out your offending tongue, gouging out those offensive eyes, and burning your pervy ears, you will cease to speak evil, see evil, and hear evil. At this point, we may purify your soul yet. It just so happens I have a eunuch scripture that can be learned by brail. Truly this is your fortune, lad." I can feel the terror radiating from his body, the fury from his father, and the intrigue of the deities summoned here except one.

"You Dare Harm My Child In Front of Me, Mortal!" an angry voice shouts from beside me.

"Watch your tongue. You are merely a lower diety and should bow before you speak to me. Do you not fear true death? I've not seen such an insolent creature since this so-called child of yours. What was that saying, mmmh it was the apple doesn't fall far from the tree or something similar." I say, flashing a bit of tooth while doing so, letting my killing intent spread to fill the whole square.

This was something new sure I haven't killed a thing since ive been alive in my last three lives but this body has the memories of the original monkey king. Instead of feeling like they are apart of every other memory its more like they are in a box I can open and close as I see fit. Nicely organized into files and folders with subfolders ordered way too neatly. Thus killing intent folder open.

"Some Audacity you have to come here and start causing Chaos wherever it is you go. Fighting in the streets, not paying entry, harming the children of gods. What reparations are you paying for causing all of this." Same stuck up black haired goddess from earlier shouts at me.

"Start Chaos, ha! Your child goes around attempting to defile a deities honor and it was I who started things. Your child attacks a goddess and it was I who went to far. deities should be able to tell when a mortal lies, especially blatantly so. I am a Goddess and I don't answer to you." I say pointing my finger at her nose. Short little shit needs to step back before I break her back. When did I become so aggressive. Is this that memory contamination, I just hope it doesn't turn me into a face idiot.