Greatness, great men. They often rise from humble beginnings.
Such would be the case with Gregory Heffley, currently falling off the Kingdom Tower, nearly a kilometer above its surroundings.
The people were ants at this distance and Greg was their God. He could smush them with his finger, but he chose not to.
He closed his eyes and prepared for his doom, but it never came.
When Greg awoke on a sandy shore, he knew there could only one person that took credit for the Great Things he and Alex had done.
"Alex Rider" he murmured, "I'm coming for you"