Chaos Maker

In the vast, tranquil grasslands, a gentle breeze rustled the tall grass, carrying with it the crisp scent of nature. Birds soared across the sky, their melodic songs adding life to the serene expanse. Massive wild oxen and cows, towering at an astonishing 30 meters tall, grazed leisurely, their monumental presence punctuating the otherwise quiet landscape.

On the horizon, the sun dipped low, casting a fiery orange glow over the land. Half the sky shimmered with emerging stars and the pale light of the moon, while an imaginably large planet loomed in the background—its sheer size dwarfing everything, a silent guardian in the heavens and unchanging.

The peace was abruptly shattered by a thunderous sonic boom that rippled through the air. A silhouette streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of disruption in its wake.

This was Grek the Wyvern, flying at an incredible speed of 300,000 mph—Mach 391. On his back sat John and Aphrodite, untouched by the turbulent winds thanks to a magical barrier cast by John.

The spell, aptly named Rider's Touch, created a protective shield, ensuring the riders were shielded from the violent air currents caused by their extraordinary velocity.

"John, join my Familia!" Aphrodite shouted, her voice tinged with excitement.

John sighed, his tone flat. "No."

Undeterred by his rejection, Aphrodite leaned closer, her voice dripping with charm. "I'll marry you if you join. I'm even willing to throw in a harem of beauties."

"No thanks. I can manage that on my own," John replied without hesitation.

"My captain is the most beautiful and talented singer across five continents," she continued, trying a different angle. "I promise—"

"I don't need shortcuts to win a woman's heart," John interrupted his voice firm.

"My Familia is one of the wealthiest on the continent. You'd have free access to our resources and assets."

"I have my own," John said flatly.

Aphrodite hesitated, then offered a final gambit. "I'll do anything you ask—just join my Familia."

John smirked. "Strip, then. Let's start our passionate, sleepless night."

Aphrodite pouted, her voice turning icy. "Except for that."

Losing interest, John lay on Grek's back, closing his eyes. Aphrodite sighed in frustration, finally giving up. She had been attempting to recruit him for days, enduring countless rejections, and now, even her persistence was wearing thin.

A brief silence enveloped them, broken only by Grek's guttural roar.

"It's time," Grek announced.

John sat up. "Got it. Find us a good spot to set up camp."

Aphrodite perked up, her eyes sparkling. "It's dinner time, isn't it? I want steak!"

John nodded. "Alright. You handle the camp."

"Leave it to me!" she replied confidently.

As Grek began scanning the terrain for a suitable campsite, John leaped off, heading out to hunt. Aphrodite turned to Grek. "Start a fire while I set up the tent."

Grek roared in acknowledgment, gathering wood and igniting it with a single fiery breath.

Meanwhile, John expanded his magical senses over hundreds of miles, searching for prey. A flicker of movement to the north caught his attention—five massive cows, each over 30 meters tall, dozing peacefully.

"That's way too much meat," he muttered, shifting his focus westward. There, he spotted a 5-meter-tall deer fleeing from a 10-meter-tall lion.

"Perfect."

From his shadow inventory, John retrieved a bow and arrow, both remarkable in craftsmanship. The bow, carved from an ancient mana-infused tree, rivaled mithril in strength, while its string, spun from the web of a giant spider, required immense power to draw. The arrow, forged from pure adamantine, bore a teleportation crest engraved upon its shaft.

Drawing the bowstring to its limit, John aimed westward. With a deep breath, he released the string, sending the arrow hurtling through the air at Mach 10. Immediately, he nocked another arrow and let it fly.

The arrows arced gracefully before striking their targets with unerring precision. The first pierced the deer's head, ending its life instantly. The second obliterated the lion's skull, embedding itself in the ground with such force it formed a large crater.

"Bullseye," John muttered with a smirk.

Activating his teleportation magic, he vanished and reappeared beside the fallen deer. Curious, he examined its body, noting its dense muscles and bones—far stronger than any deer he had encountered on Earth.

"It could destroy a tank," he mused before storing the deer in his shadow inventory. Moving to the lion's corpse, he made a similar observation, the creature's physiology was vastly superior to its terrestrial counterpart.

Satisfied, John dug a shallow grave for the lion and marked it with a simple inscription: "A Proud Lion."

With his task complete, he teleported back to the campsite.