If you are Bad, Then I am your Dad

"Hahaha, brat, you are really something," she said, amused and impressed by his wishes.

She leaned on the table, her cleavage pressing against it.

"Well," Sloth said, leaning back in her chair with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "I've changed my mind about your fate."

"You'll be reincarnated in a unique world strikingly similar to Earth, crafted by one of my creative well-wishers. Your role will be to stir things up and create some delightful chaos in that world."

A rush of emotions surged within Alex as he processed her words, a strange cocktail of excitement mingled with a touch of trepidation.

"Hmm, Are you really suggesting..." he began, his voice trailing off as his mind wandered to the possibilities, envisioning a grand conflict that could unfold.

"Precisely," she said, smiling.

"But don't think it'll be a walk in the park. This world is full of challenges, and you'll need to use your wits and your boons wisely."

She tapped her finger. "You will have a backstory and some abilities to help you navigate this new life as an extra reward."

"What kind of backstory are we talking about?" Alex asked, suspecting that she was trying to use him.

"You'll find out soon enough," Sloth said, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Consider it part of the fun; take your time. I'll be back in a minute." With that, she levitated above the ground, her hands and legs dangling, and moved outside the door.

A look of deep contemplation crossed his face as he reclined, considering every possibility that could lead to his downfall.

The woman exemplified sloth, one of the seven deadly sins.

What if she wanted him to struggle against virtue? He may not be a saint, but he would still be caught between divine forces.

He stood up, filled with dread, and moved toward the balcony.

Gazing at the night sky, he saw two moons and three unknown planets, taken aback by the astonishing scene before him.

"Hmm?" His eyes fell on a small golden tree on the balcony, surrounded by a green barrier that seemed to protect it.

Three minutes later

He returned to his seat. "So?" Sloth asked.

"oh, yes, you were saying something?" He snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at her.

*Ahem With a sudden burst of straightening up, he turned his eyes toward her captivating, closed gaze.

"Is there, perhaps, such a thing as a Heavenly Child, or maybe a protagonist—someone who possesses extraordinary luck that sets them apart from the rest?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

"Huh," she responded, her eyes widening in surprise as they met his.

Alex was equally taken aback, for he felt as though he were peering into profound depths of pure darkness or an overwhelming nothingness as she cautiously opened her eyes just a fraction, an otherworldly allure radiating from her.

With an air of regal authority, she clapped her hands lightly together. "Good, good! Thank you for the reminder," her voice drowsy yet assertive.

"And yes," she added, a sleepy smile creeping across her lips as a shimmering wisp began to drift from her fingertip toward Alex, adding an ethereal glow to the dim surroundings.

A sense of dread-tinged Alex's excitement. "Ah! What was that? You—" he began to ask.

But his words were abruptly cut short as he felt an inexplicable sharp pain manifesting suddenly as something seemed to pierce through the center of his forehead, sending waves of confusion spiraling through his mind.

"Now, don't be a crybaby about it. This is just a small gift, nothing to get upset over. With this, you'll have the ability to detect the Heavenly Child," Sloth continued, interrupting Alex before he could voice his objections.

Before he had a chance to protest further, she waved her hand in a dismissive manner, and a shimmering portal suddenly opened up right beside him.

"It's time for your new adventure to begin. Good luck, Alex. You're going to need it," she said with a hint of mischief in her tone.

"Wait, what about—" Alex started to say, but his words were cut short as he felt himself being pulled into the portal against his will.

He experienced a sudden rush of air that whipped around him, and a swirling sensation enveloped him as the world he knew began to blur into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and shapes.

It was as if reality itself was unraveling before his eyes, and he had no choice but to surrender to the unknown journey that lay ahead.

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On Blue Star, a vivid scene unfolded as someone was playing a leisurely game of golf under the clear sky.

He stood tall and undeniably a gentleman, possessing a normal physique complemented by little wide shoulders, lean body that suggested a harmless kind of person with really kind face.

His black hair shone in the sunlight, contrasting sharply with his fair, white skin.

Dressed in stylish black Trouser paired with a crisp white shirt, he exuded an air of confidence and charisma.

His serious, keen eyes held an intensity that drew attention, paired with a well-defined nose and a face that radiated health.

He appeared to be a man in his mid-30s, exuding an allure that was handsome enough to make even the most discerning milfs drift off into blissful daydreams.

However, in an unexpected turn of events, he suddenly lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground like a lifeless log.

"Hmm," he murmured as his eyes trembled slightly, a sign of consciousness beginning to return.

After a brief eternity, he blinked several times and opened his eyes.

Taking a moment to assess his surroundings, then turning his attention to his hands, which felt foreign and strange to him.

"Where am I?" he uttered in shock.

His voice a weak whisper as he surveyed the unfamiliar environment filled with sights that made no sense to him.

A sudden, intense headache assaulted his mind, a piercing pain that sent him crawling frantically in confusion.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity, the searing pain began to subside, leaving him in a dazed sense of relief.

The shock of his situation hit him like a ton of bricks.

Here he was, in a completely undiscovered place, disoriented and alarmed.

However, as his mind began to clear, he started to piece together fragments of information as if memories he had lost were slowly returning along with a surprising clarity about who he now was in this bizarre setting.