**The Rain, the Gains, and the Giant Snake Dad Punched for 40 Days**
So yeah—**I'm 20 now**.
Rainy season rolled in, and everything smells like wet stone and steamed leaves. It's the kind of rain that makes the city look magical and also makes everyone's hair look tragic. Except mine. Mine stays legendary.
But let's get real...
**I miss Firehair. So. Much.**
I'm not counting the days or anything—but it's been exactly 3006 days, 4 hours, and 12 minutes. Totally not keeping track. I just count the moments I randomly stare at the sky like a sad protagonist in a romance novel. Someone even caught me once whispering, "Come back, flaming queen."
I deny this.
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**Gains Update**
Also, I'm **buff now. Like, scary buff.**
I kept training every day—lifting stone boulders, sprinting up cliffs, fighting wolves the size of wagons. You know, the usual.
But **my dad? My dude? My man is basically a living cheat code.**
Like I said before, he's **Kratos levels of cracked.**
One time we were sparring, and my mom stormed into the training field yelling, "STOP BREAKING THE MOUNTAIN!"
Yes. The **mountain**.
Because **our punches were causing tremors**.
And the worst part? I was going full power. **He was only using 30%.**
Meanwhile, this man bent a Vibranium shield like it was **Play-Doh.** What kind of protein powder is he taking?!
I tried arm wrestling him once—woke up two hours later in the cabbage cart.
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**About the Snake Thing... Correction Time**
Remember that story I told you about my dad getting clapped by a "25-foot snake"?
**Yeah… that was a lie.**
We went back to hunt it, and turns out my dad's math is worse than his aim in archery.
It wasn't 25 feet.
It was **ONE KILOMETER LONG.**
And **500 meters thick.**
snake that looked like it crawled out of Norse mythology. Basically Jörmungandr but with more attitude.
That wasn't a snake. That was a **landmass with teeth.**
And how did my dad try to fight it?
**With. His. Fists.**
B R O.
Anyway, we fought it together for **40 days and 40 nights.**
No breaks. No snacks. Just us, the snake, and vibes.
He did most of the work, though I did like 5% of the damage, and he did 95%.
He really loves swinging his **boiling sword**, wearing his shiny **Vibranium armor**, and tossing his **god-tier shield** around like Captain America with anger issues.
I swear, if he could marry those weapons, he would.
We eventually won. Barely. But we did.
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**Statue Time**
After that, I made an official proposal to the Council:
**"Let's build a statue of my dad punching the snake into extinction."**
They approved it.
The title?
**"Kraelos the Godking: Slayer of the Serpent That Ate Mountains."**
It has a good ring to it, right? Prestige unlocked.
Also, I totally stole the "Godking" idea from Odin in Asgard. **Trademarked it.** No regrets.
I even suggested to the Council that we make "Godking" his official title. Boom. Political genius, right? Odin, eat your heart out.
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**Weapons Upgrade**
Meanwhile, while everyone was fangirling over Dad, I got the blacksmiths to start mass-producing **super-strong bows, axes, and spears.**
Why?
Because guns don't make sense here.
Seriously, our local wildlife has **THICKER armor than medieval tanks.**
Shooting a bear-lion hybrid with a bullet would be like poking it with a dry noodle.
So no USA-style boom sticks yet.
Maybe later.
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**Cronus's Nerd Army**
Cronus is now officially the head of the **Aurorian Science Empire.**
He has **12 apprentices** and counting, and together, they cracked something insane:
**Harnessing Griorite energy through atomic compression and fusion.**
Here's what they did (nerd version):
- **Step 1**: Burn the Griorite until it reached max thermal capacity.
- **Step 2**: Capture the reactive energy with a Vibranium-lined containment orb.
- **Step 3**: BOOM. Instant energy core, like a portable sun.
The result?
**Griorite grenade orbs**.
Basically, they invented Griorite grenades. These things are like 100x stronger than anything we've ever had. One test blast made a crater that birds now use as a vacation lake. So yeah, we're accidentally becoming America.
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**Hammer Time**
I wasn't gonna be left out, so I started tinkering too.
I tried using Ferromancy into Griorite energy into a sword.
**Mistake.**
It exploded.
Repeatedly.
Like 100 times.
My eyebrows are still recovering.
One time I got yeeted 300 feet into a tree and invented a new curse word mid-air.
So I tried something else:
**A GIANT HAMMER.**
Bigger than Thor's Mjolnir.
Covered it with Vibranium.
Used vibranium as the shell, Griorite energy at the core.
Guess what?
**Mini earthquakes every time it hits the ground.**
The generals loved it.
I called it:
**"Earthbringer."**
Yeah, it's cheesy. But come on, **Earthbringer** sounds badass.
So I made a rule: Don't swing Earthbringer near civilian housing. Especially not the bakery. We lost a batch of cinnamon buns during the last test and the people almost rioted.
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**Population Check**
Also, we've hit **115,000 Aurorians.**
This place is **packed.**
We're officially a whole-ass fantasy civilization now.
Kids running everywhere. Parks filled. Train systems booming. We're getting… civilized, I guess?
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**Umar's Awakening**
Then one random gloomy afternoon, I got word:
**"She's waking up."**
Yeah. The green-flame meteor lady. After a 2 whole year of napping in our Prison Healing chamber.
I sprinted to the underground stasis chamber faster than a kid hearing the ice cream cart.
Umar sat up slowly. Her eyes glowed faint green.
Her voice was raspy. "Where am I... Who am I...?"
She looked around like she was either **lost, confused, or on five different magical substances.**
She looks around like she's in IKEA and forgot what she came in for. I'm standing there like, uh-oh, sorceress brain rebooting. Firehair's not even here to help. She's still on Earth doing cosmic stuff—probably throwing planets at people
I tilted my head. "Okay... So either she's got amnesia or she's just extremely dramatic."
Anyway, Umar looks kind of… confused but scary. Like a cat that doesn't remember you but still has claws. Is she evil? Cursed? Just dramatic? Who knows.
Cronus whispered behind me, "Should we poke her with a stick?"
To be continued...
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