Smoke curled through the ruins, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and ash. The fire demons screeched, their molten skin dripping embers with every movement. Villagers huddled behind broken carts and collapsed walls, their eyes wide with terror.
Orion stood there, chest heaving, blood and soot painting his once-familiar face. But in that heartbeat of chaos, something inside him snapped.
"Orion died with that accident. Here… I am reborn."
He raised his head, golden light flickering behind his irises like a forgotten god awakening.
Bjorn Tyrfingr.
The name pulsed inside him like a war drum. Not borrowed, not fake his.
He didn’t hesitate. He couldn’t.
Bjorn charged into the swarm of fire demons, the earth quaking beneath his boots. His fists, guided by an instinct that felt older than his own soul, crushed skulls like pottery. A demon lunged fangs dripping molten fire. Bjorn grabbed its jaw mid-snap and ripped it apart, the spray of lava-like blood burning holes into the dirt.
“COME!” he roared, voice raw with fury. “IF THIS IS MY WORLD, THEN I WILL CARVE MY NAME INTO IT!”
The fire demons screeched in unison and swarmed, a living tide of flame and teeth. Bjorn’s body moved before thought. He seized a fallen iron sword from the ground charred, cracked, and barely fit for battle. Yet in his grip it sang like a legendary weapon.
Every swing left an arc of afterimage, cleaving demons in half with merciless precision. He smashed through chests, tore through tendons, sent heads spiraling into the air. He wasn’t just fighting he was butchering.
The villagers could only stare, slack-jawed, as the man who had fallen from the sky carved a massacre.
Minutes stretched into eternity until the last demon howled. Bjorn pinned it to the earth with the broken blade, his boot crushing its chest. With a final brutal slam, he silenced it forever.
Silence followed. The battlefield was littered with smoldering corpses, the scent of iron and smoke thick in the air.
Bjorn stood amidst the carnage, chest rising and falling, eyes burning with new life.
"Orion is gone," he told himself, staring at his blood-stained hands. "I am Bjorn Tyrfingr, and this world… this world will learn to fear me."
From the ruins, a child’s small voice trembled:
“...You saved us.”
Bjorn looked down at the terrified faces of the villagers. Their awe and fear reflected back at him. And for the first time in this world, he smirked.
The birth of a legend had begun.
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Game Over, Reborn: The Final Save File
AdventureOrion was once a legend at least online. In his twenties, he was a pro gamer with a devoted fanbase, crushing tournaments and streaming to thousands. But that was a lifetime ago. Now at forty, he's single, broke, working a soul-crushing fast-food jo...
